A/N I am legally obligated to say, I don't own Divergent.

Tobias' POV

Most of the initiates still looked tired. Well, the gunfire would surely wake them up. I pass out the empty guns as I explained what the training timeline to them. Some of them look like they're bored as they recklessly twirl the guns in their hands. Some of the Erudite are inspecting the gun curiously. Tris looks like she's curious of the metal. It's definitely a stark contrast compared to the Abnegation.

"We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear," I explained. "Therefore each stage of initiation is intended to prepare you in a different way. The first stage is primarily physical; the second, primarily emotional; the third, primarily mental."

"But what..." one of the ex-candors yawned as he twirled his gun around his finger idiotically, "What does firing a gun have to do with...bravery?" He needed to wake up and take this seriously, and I knew just how to do it. In an instant the gun in my hand was cocked and pointed at his temple. I knew they were empty, but they didn't yet. Now that he seemed to be paying attention I kept it as simple as possible. Once he'd gotten the message I removed the gun and de-cocked it before I answered his question. I walked to the end of the row. Thankfully, the others seem to have woken up as well and are no longer twirling their guns around. Tris was staring at me with what I could only describe as disgust. I almost regret what I did but he needed to take this seriously, these are deadly weapons and I don't need a dead initiate on my hands.

I showed them how to safely load and the properly fire the gun, before letting them have at it. A couple were hitting the target. Most hadn't figured out that the guns had iron sights. Some seemed afraid of the gun, most are holding it completely wrong. I watched as Tris' gun flies back and almost broke her nose. She looked determined as she shot. Almost like she wasn't just looking at the target. She got more and more frustrated the more she missed, and her aim got worse the more frustrated she got.

The erudite next to her seemed to break her out of her thoughts. They talked for a moment, she seemed annoyed by him. She refocused on her target this time though she doesn't have that look of anger. She hit the edge of her target and looked back at the boy. Whatever he said next made her relax enough to raise the corner of her lip. After another round of shots refocused without the tension, she hit the center of the target. I continued to watch and correct them where needed. Finally I called for lunch.

I just grabbed a quick sandwich. I notice Tris sitting with a couple of other initiates. They looked over at a couple making out. Tris quickly looked away and appeared to gag at the public display of affection. She was going to have to get used to that as that was mild compared to some thing you'd see the dauntless do. Then her face pinched in a way I couldn't comprehend, almost like she was in pain. I don't know why I was paying such attention to her. But I felt like maybe she could understand me, but instead she seemed to hate me and I didn't understand why. I shook my head and continued to go prep the training room.

I hung up all the punching bags and set out the wraps. I thought back to this part of training for me. I was still sore from my beatings. Every movement was painful, but it felt good to let out years of pent up aggression. Once I was finished I headed back to pick up the initiates. I reviewed briefly what we went over this morning, then showed them a few basic techniques. I watch them all again. Some are confident but sloppy, others seem practiced, some seem hesitant to even follow through, which isn't uncommon. Tris seemed tense. Her body like a taut wire. She had more muscle than I expected. She was going in full swing and then stopping almost all her momentum before she actually hit the bag. It was almost like she was afraid to hit the bag. Granted it showed a great amount of control, but that's not what we were going for. I watch her go for another left cross. As her body rotated into the punch I noticed her long sleeve shirt pull up just a tad on her hip. The skin underneath appeared discolored, like a yellow-green, then her shirt shifted back down. I shook my head, it must have been a trick of the yellow lighting in the room. I walked up to give her a tip.

When I approached her eyes seem to go wide, she attempted to keep focused on the bag. "You're small but you do have some muscle. You're better off using your knees and elbows. You can put more power behind them." Her eyes didn't move from the bag. I put the heel of my palm on her ribcage. Her eyes went wide again as she looked me in the eye for the first time since she arrived. I could tell from her chest she was refraining from hyperventilating, by somehow holding her breath. She was hiding a panic attack just from me touching her. Her eyes unnerved me though, it was straight fear. Why did I scare her so much? I didn't think I was that intimidating as an instructor. "Relax just a little, but keep your tension here." Another initiate yelped so I left, probably put their thumb inside their fist. When I looked back at least she seemed to have taken my advice and was doing better.

During dinner I simply sat with my friends and tried to ignore my initiates. I'm off for the day, but I can't get that image of terror out of my head.

"Aww, what's got you blue Four?" teased Zeke.

"Hmm," I broke out of my thoughts, "Nothing."

"That is the biggest load of bull I have heard since Zeke said he was going on a diet without cake," said Lauren as she plopped down next to Shauna.

"It's just one of the initiates seems to be both angry and terrified of me and I can't figure it out," I said.

"Well you are a rather intimidating person," piped up Shauna. "Besides, your initiates opinions of you have never bothered you before. So why now?"

Zeke sharply inhaled in sudden realization, "IT'S A GIRL ISN'T IT?!"

"SHH!" I say as I don't want rumors spreading, not that anyone can hear him in the chaos. I looked around and no one is paying him any attention.

"So it is a girl! You like one of your initiates!" he said quieter this time.

"I do not!" I attempted to deny it, "I'm just curious. She's different than the others."

"Yeah different because you like her!"

"Things are not looking in your favor Four," said Lauren as she smirked at my embarrassment.

"NO! Every time I talk she looks at me with disgust or hatred or straight up terror and I don't know what I did to cause it!"

"Awww, unrequited love...Poor Four," said Shauna, teasing me further.

"Ugh," I moaned and put my head on my arms trying to ignore them but it's no use.

"I've got the perfect idea!" Zeke exclaimed, literally pointing his finger in the air and sitting up straighter.

"No! Whatever your idea is no!" Things were not going my way.

"I was simply going to suggest an innocent party to welcome all the initiates... My brother could invite all the transfers so you're not implicated. Play some games, learn a little more about the girl." He batted his eyelashes innocently.

"That's a terrible idea Zeke," I tried to convince him.

"No...no... let the man speak," Lauren's smile was that of glee at my torture.

"It might not be that bad of an idea," Shauna also had this evil smile.

"Then it's settled tomorrow we're having a party!"

"Did someone say party!?" Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn came up to our table.

"Yes little bro! and you are to invite the transfers! Tomorrow after training." I glared at Zeke daring him to mention why he is throwing the party.

"AWESOME!" He immediately runs to the other initiates tables.

"You realize you're going to have 20 kids at your apartment right?" I asked. The smile on Zeke's face slowly faded into horror as he came to the realization. Everyone else started to laugh at his sudden regret. It almost made me feel better about the party. Almost... I looked over as Christina squealed. I heard something about shopping and saw horror on Tris' face. I stifled a laugh. The poor girl was going to be tortured by the Candor.

The next day was the fights. There were an odd number, so I had Tris listed as not fighting today. I explained how it would work to all the initiates. Then Eric walked in and changed things of course. He wrote down his own name next to Tris.

"What are you doing Eric?"

"Everyone fights. There's not a problem is there?" He asked.

"No, these are just first fights, I wonder if they should be going against a full member. They'll all have to fight the same number of people regardless."

"Giving one a day off would be an unfair advantage tomorrow. I won't kill her."

"Whatever as long as you fill out the paperwork," I tried to be nonchalant about it but I was really trying not to panic. This was not going to be good.

The first pairs go quickly, Edward won against Drew. Peter won against Myra. Then we get to Al and Will. Tris seemed puzzled by our two different definitions of bravery. She didn't seem angry with me for once, that's good, just confused. Will got knocked unconscious and I had to take him to the medical wing. I didn't want to have Eric fight Tris without my supervision. Heck I didn't want him alone with them at all, but it was my responsibility as instructor to get Will to the medical wing. I gave one last glance to Tris before I left.

I ran as fast as I could, once I explained to the nurses. They seemed quite upset with Eric's rule change as well. When I got back no one was in the training room and I panicked. Then I heard voices approach.

"Where did you guys go?"

"We went on a little field trip," Is all Eric said. Christina looked wet and traumatized. "Tris in the ring." Tris looked like a cornered animal. Terrified but ready to fight.

"Go," I called the beginning of the match, even though I didn't want to. Eric wasted no time, immediately going for a right hook. Tris quickly ducked under and elbows him in the gut. Thata Girl! But he quickly recovered and brought his arm over her. Grabbing around her neck, he brought her to the ground. He straddled her keeping her head pinned under his arm, he threw punch after punch at her gut. She kept her arms in tight, blocking what she could. I was impressed at her defense, Eric wasn't getting anywhere. He seemed to realize this, so he shoved her away and caught her off guard. He kicked her in the gut swiftly and satisfied he had won began to walk away. But she stood up.

"Hey, I'm not down yet," Eric seemed surprised and impressed. "You said no one can concede right? Well, I'm still standing." Did this girl have a death wish?! The looks on the other initiates faces seemed to agree with me.

"So you are but not for long," He got back into his fighting stance across from her. His left leg almost touching her right. He goes for a left jab this time. Tris dodges again with a small jump slightly to her left onto her right foot as she goes for a roundhouse kick into his stomach. The impact briefly knocks the wind out from him, but now he's angry. I see sudden terror and realization enter Tris' eyes. A quick uppercut knocks her back to the ground. Suddenly he bombards her. A kick to the stomach, then a kick to the head, another kick to the stomach. I look in Tris' eyes and it doesn't look like Tris. Her eyes don't focus on anything. Like they're looking through me. I call for Eric to stop as he goes to kick her head again.

"You've won! That's enough!" Eric stopped.

"You're all dismissed!" he yelled before storming out. Tris' friends and I went to grab her.

Behind me I heard Myra whisper to Edward, "I didn't even hear her grunt in pain, not once." That can't be right. I thought back through the match but I don't remember anything either.

"Tris can you hear me?" asked Christina, "Are you ok?" I'm amazed she's still conscious, but the look in her eyes is dead. Christina calling her name again seems to wake her up.

"What? Where?" She asks as she takes us kneeling next to her and her other surroundings in.

"Can you sit up I ask?" she nodded and gradually sat up, wincing slightly ask she clutched her side. "I need you to focus on my fingers, follow my fingers and tell me how many I'm holding up." She followed my instructions and listed my fingers as I changed the amount and positioning. There weren't any delays and her eyes followed fine. "You'll be just fine, probably a bad headache for a few hours." She looked at me confused, but didn't say anything.

"Are you crazy!?" Asked Christina now that she knew her friend was going to be okay, "Why would you egg him on!? You could have gotten off easy!" For once I agreed with the once Candor.

"I had to prove to him that just because I was a stiff, that didn't mean I was going to give up without putting up a fight," she explained. I suddenly understood, that didn't mean what she did was smart.

"Well you should all go down, rest and eat, you still have fights tomorrow. Do you have any other serious injuries I need to be aware of?" she shook her head. I stand and offer my hand to help her do the same. She hesitated before taking it. Once she's steady we headed to the dining hall. I am hesitant to leave her but my friend's are already suspicious. Instead I allow glaring at the back of Eric's head, imagining pummeling him myself, suffice.

"Whoa, what's gotten into you?" asked Shauna, seeing my expression. "You look like you want to throw Eric in a blender."

"He beat an initiate," I stated, as if that explained everything.

"While I don't think he should have been fighting with the initiates, I don't see why you're so angry with him," said Lauren.

"You didn't see the look in her eyes," I said.

"Ooohh," they all say simultaneously.

"What?"

"He beat her didn't he?" said Shauna.

"Awww... Four's got a soft side!" I thought Zeke would pinch my cheek the way he said it. I shook my head.

"I'm serious, she didn't even groan in pain. Her eyes glazed over and she looked like she was just ready to..." I trailed off in thought. She couldn't be... She would have been so young. I turned to look at her sitting with her friends. Her and Christina were about to leave together. Christina seemed to be excited while Tris seemed to be dreading whatever was coming. She didn't seem as closed off as I had been, she didn't act like I had, it couldn't have been her. For all I know it could have been a random factionless girl, or a girl from any other faction. The odds that she came from the same faction and transferred to the same faction were 1.33%.

"Aww..." they all teased me in unison, not seeing the sudden suspicion I had. It was nearly impossible for her to be the same girl. I may not be an Erudite, that doesn't mean I argued with statistics.

"Well, let's go prep for a partay!" shouted Zeke. I had completely forgotten about that, I suddenly understood Tris' dread. Christina must be taking her shopping. Well, no going back now.

A/N: I actually did the math. 20% chance she would be from the same faction, divide that by 5 to find the probability that she would also transfer to the same faction, 4%, then divide that by 3 for the 2 years since he left plus the year that he left. 4/3 = 1 and 1/3 or 1.33%. For anyone curious enough to read this. Next chapter I think I'm going to put in Tris' POV, let me know in the comments if you want it also from Four's POV.