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When i wake up, the sky is still dark with only the first streaks of pink morning light shining through. I look over and find an adorably exhausted Tobias fast asleep, pressed to my side. There's something about his eyes when he's sleeping that makes him look like a different person. He looks peaceful and sweet, like he's innocent and content with the world. I smile down at him and wiggle out of my spot, being careful not to wake him, to start getting ready for the day.

When I'm about halfway through, I hear Tobias start to stir and sit up. He smiles over at me.

"You didn't wake me." He says groggily.

"I couldn't bear to do it, you looked so peaceful. You must have been having a good dream." I smile at him. "Don't worry, you have plenty of time." He stands up and walks over to me, still shirtless, and gently cups my face in his hands.

"I always dream of you." He leans in and kisses me.

Soon, we're ready for the day and begin walking to the training room and discussing what we're planning on teaching today. We decide on fighting technique and strength training.

"I think we should do a demo fight." I say aloud as we're setting up the training room. Tobias looks at me and raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. "What? You scared?" I add, smirking.

He shakes his head, chuckling. "Okay. For the kids." He says in a mock serious tone.

"For the kids." I say, mimicking him. He breaks out into laughter and comes running towards, scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder just as the initiates start coming in.

"Put me down!" I shout between laughs.

"Fine. But you have to say 'Four is the strongest man I've ever seen.' first." I groan and roll my eyes, really laughing now.

"Four is the strongest man I've ever seen. Now put me down, training is about to start."

"And he's so sexy." Four says. I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh my god." I say. "And he's SOOO sexy." I say, exaggerating. He puts me down, and I playfully punch him in the arm.

"Oww." He says, making a fake sad face and jokingly pretending to be hurt.

A couple of minutes later, all of the initiates fill the training room. Four's demeanor changes entirely, he's back to stern instructor Four.

"Initiates." He says. "Today we will be teaching you fighting technique that will be highly valuable in hand to hand combat situations. A crucial part of this will be strength and endurance training. We will be testing your limits, so you'll be expected to train for strength and endurance outside of class if you are interested in becoming one of us."

We talk a little bit about the basic technique for the movements we'll be teaching today, then Four demonstrates on a punching bag and we set the initiates to practice for themselves. We weave in and out around them, giving tips and instruction, and in what feels like no time, it's time for our lunch break. Tobias and I decide to grab sandwiches and eat in the training room today.

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A few minutes after we return to the training room with our sandwiches, we hear loud footsteps barreling down the hallway outside towards the training room. Seconds later, Zeke and Uriah burst through the doors and walk over to us.

"Well if it isn't my two favorite Divergent rebels." Zeke says, as he sticks his butt right in between me and Four, and wiggles it against us until we scooch over to make from for him. I break out in laughter at his movements.

Uriah plops down in front of us. "We saw you weren't in the caf, so we figured you guys were in here. So..." He says, leaning forward and wiggling his eyebrows. "Hows your first day of training? Anything exciting happen yet?"

Before I can get a word out, Tobias speaks up. "Yesterday this stupid Erudite girl made a comment saying Tris is weak, so Tris sweep kicked her to the ground and pinned her down." Tobias says, cracking up with laughter at the memory. "Oh yeah! And then you whispered something to her... I meant to ask, what did you say?"

My cheeks get a little red as I remember. "Then you wouldn't mind fighting me for the first fight? It's a date." As soon as the words leave my mouth, the boys go wild.

"NO WAY! You're a legend Tris!" Uriah shouts, jumping up.

"Are you gonna go through with it?" Zeke asks, grinning. "Please tell me you're gonna go through with it!"

The Abnegation in me shows itself and I reply, "I don't know. I don't know if that's really fair." I say.

"I think it's totally fair." Four speaks up, lifting his eyebrows. "I mean, this is Dauntless. You can't just say things like that but not be able to take retaliation. It's a lesson. And, she needs to know that she can't get away with talking to you like that. And anyways, it's not like you have to actually hurt her to win."

"Yeah, Four's right." Uriah chimes in. Zeke nods.

"We'll see." I say nodding at them.

"Well, the initiates are going to be back any minute so we should probably go." Zeke says, getting up to leave. Just as they're about to walk out the door Uriah stops and turns back to us.

"Oh yeah! We're having a party tonight for all our friends and the new initiate class. We were thinking about doing truth or dare after everyone leaves with just our friends too. Can you guys come?"

Normally I'm not super big on parties, but being with all my friends sounds nice and I know Christina will be there. "Sure, we'll be there. See ya then!" I say, and Tobias nods.

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As the initiates start filing back into the training room, Tobias and I decide now is the best time to have our demo fight.

In the two years since the war ended, Tobias and I spent our time training constantly. It was the only way we knew how to heal from all of the pain and loss we had gone through.

I would see Will's body crumple to the ground, and sprint faster. I would hear the piercing shots that killed my parents ring out, and I would punch harder. I would climb the 150 foot rock wall for the 10th time just to stop myself from seeing the image in my mind of Tobias's lifeless body falling to the ground– the horrible image I was forced to relive over and over in Jeanine's torture fear simulations. But slowly, I began to heal. The more Tobias and I pushed ourselves, the better we could cope.

Until only a few short months ago, Tobias would continuously have the same recurring nightmare– that he was forced to kill me while under a simulation. He could see what was happening but had no control. He was a spectator in his own body forced to take the life of the person he loved most, and there was nothing he could do about it. After he would wake I would try to console him, but it seemed hopeless.

So, he taught me how to defend myself against the person he feared most– himself. We would practice fighting day in and day out, and Tobias would not give up until I could defend myself or win. I would watch him carefully to learn his weaknesses, he spent hours explaining the best way to disarm him, and slowly as I became stronger and stronger, his nightmares began to fade. I still don't know exactly what simulations Jeanine put him through, he can't or won't speak about them, but I know that he's never fully recovered.

"...our movements. If you pay close attention, it'll help you when it's your time on the mat." I snap back to reality just as Tobias finishes his sentence.

Tobias and I step up onto the mat, he gently grabs my head with one hand and quickly kisses me on the forehead, looking up. He does this before every fight, a silent prayer for me. What he's asking God for, I have no idea. I've never really believed in God.

We step apart, and I clear my head and focus. We move slowly, watching each other's movements. I've done this probably hundreds of times, so I know Tobias doesn't usually make the first move. I step forward and go for a quick jab to the throat, but he anticipates this movement and grabs my arm, spinning me around and restraining my arm behind my back so I'm facing away and pressed up against him. I react quickly before he can respond, and elbow him hard in the stomach. It's just enough force that it causes him to release me and I quickly slip out of his grasp.

Noticing the movement of his feet, I anticipate a step backward, and just as he steps, I uppercut his jaw and he goes stumbling. As soon as he's off balance I sweep kick his legs, using my comparative speed to my advantage and causing him to fall. I jump down to pin him, but I'm too late, and he gains his bearings before I get the chance. He grabs hold of my wrists and forces me firmly but carefully backwards again and down on my knees, retraining both arms behind my back.

When it appears to Four that I'm not going to win or I've made myself vulnerable, he almost always rolls his eyes or looks away for a moment, as if he doesn't want to watch. Knowing he will compulsively do this, I let my head fall back against him as if I've given up and exhale deeply. The look of a disappointed instructor Four, and a fearful and upset Tobias crosses over his face, and his eyes go drifting away from me. The tension in my wrists lifts just enough that I'm able to bring my arms out, stand facing him, and ram into his abdomen with the weight of my body, allowing me to climb on top of him, pinning him under my elbows and knees.

When he realizes he's pinned, he smirks softly, and his deep blue eyes graze up and down my body, snagging on my sports bra, and then settle back at my own eyes. Feeling a spark of excitement and cockiness over the look he just gave me, I lean down to kiss him, completely forgetting about all of the initiates.

Just as my lips brush his, he swiftly flips us while I'm distracted, effortlessly pinning me with no resistance.

"No fraternizing with the enemy, Six." He says to me with a cocky smirk, still holding me down.

He has good reason to, because the minute he lets me up I begin smacking him on the arm.

"You know damn well I won that fair and square Four." I say sharply, giving him my best glare.

"Exploiting your most vulnerable weakness is the exact reason why Jeanine spent so much time developing a simulation that could turn me into a weapon. If you allow yourself to be blind to those weaknesses, then you're leaving your life up to chance." Tobias says darkly. Then, turning to the initiates, he says, "It's happened before and it will happen again. Recognize your weaknesses and realize when they are being exploited. This will be one of the most important skills for survival in future conflict. You could be the best fighter in Dauntless history, but if you can't spot your weakness being used against you, none of that matters."

I stand in breathless silence looking at Tobias, angry heat in my cheeks. I'm not angry because he's wrong. I'm angry because he's right.

The initiates stand in fixated silence, mouths gaping for a few moments, and then break into an unexpected applause.

"Six, how long were you gonna keep those badass moves under wraps from us?" James says, stepping forward with a side grin. I roll my eyes but internally feel satisfied with myself.

Aaron steps forward after him, and the look on his face sends shivers across my skin. It's a look I've seen so commonly on Eric's face. The look I made out through the darkness as Peter hung me over the chasm and groped me while I struggled, defenseless. It is a sickeningly obsessed look that says, "you're my next challenge," and "how can I watch you squirm?" It is cold, and feels oddly familiar.

"Yeah Six," The words roll off his tongue like a snake, "You'll have to teach me those moves. Maybe I'll even try them out on you." His grin grows as he finishes his sentence. I'm caught up in the image of Peter's contorted pleasure in watching me suffer, and say nothing. Then Tobias steps forward.

"I don't think you're there quite yet... what was your name again?" Tobias says, pushing up towards Aaron's chest and staring him dead in the eyes.

"Aaron." He responds, swallowing and trying to look as confident as he began.

"Right... Aaron Matthews, Erudite. You know, I think we have some mutual friends." Tobias leans forward just a tad and says, "If you see her, tell Auntie Jeanine we say hi." Aaron steps back, wide eyed.

"How do yo- how do you..."

"Although I expect you don't see her much anymore." Four adds with a smile, tipping his head slightly. "Anyways, if you're looking for a fight, I can show you a thing or two."

Aaron steps back again, cowering in the crowd.

"I think that's enough for today." Four booms. "You're dismissed. We'll see you back in this room tomorrow morning. And remember... anything you do on the compound and beyond we are monitoring. Be careful what you reveal about yourself."

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After the initiates are gone, I burst out into questions. "How did you know Aaron is related to Jeanine?!"

"Well, at first, I didn't. But it was the looks, the shape of his face. He has the same cold expression– and the way he looks at you. It makes me want to drop him down on the spot and lock him up somewhere where he can't look at anyone else that way. Also, he knows too much about Divergence. Most people only have basic knowledge. But I've heard him talking to some of the others– Nicole, Adam, David, Sarah. He's fear mongering."

I have a look of shock coating my face, but Tobias continues.

"So I did some research on him. Found him in some articles online, just snippets here and there. He's her nephew. Or was, I guess."

I feel an icy chill run through my body. "As far as I can tell, he doesn't want to be associated with her through. He doesn't want anyone to find out."

I nod, lost in thought. "Maybe he's different." I say. "We'll watch him."

"We'll watch him." Tobias responds. "He could genuinely want nothing to do with her, or he could retaliate."

For his sake, I think, I hope the former.

A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for reading! Please take a couple seconds to leave a review if you liked the story! It means so much to me and I treasure every review I read. There's going to be lots of FourTris in the next chapter, but also some drama. (Oooh!)

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Al