A/N: This is my first het fic in quite a while, and quite possible the first really readable one ever. This is meant to stand alone, so don't ask for a sequel. I am thinking about writing a longer fic along the same theme, but no promises.
It's funny how close Tris is to Little Bear. After all, Sandry was the one who found him in the first place. He was her cause, for a while. She's always finding new causes, new things to care for. Then she gets bored, and Tris is left to pick up the pieces of her half-finished puzzle. She always finishes it, though. She'll never leave you hanging.
I guess I'm a lot like Little Bear, then. I was her cause, the bad boy, the former street rat, the thief. When I got back to Winding Circle, she could see that there was still some street in me. She decided to "save" me, to try to erase that last bit. So she told me she loved me. When I worried about the poor outside, she kissed me and made me forget.
Then she got bored. It was inevitable. She always does, unless it's magic. It's part of her, and can't be changed. And as always, Tris came to pick up her pieces. She didn't try to change me. She listened to me, when I talked about problems. That was the thing. We talked. About everything, it was more than sweet nothings and whispered dreams. In three weeks I realized I loved her, but it took me a month after that to admit my feelings to her, and kiss her. Because what we have is more than a passing phase. Because when Tris picks up the pieces, she keeps them. Little Bear. And me. Briar.
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