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Chapter 6

Tobias comes bursting through the door of the infirmary, five muffins loaded into his arms.

"I came as soon as I heard, how are you feeling?" He asks, half jogging and half running towards me.

He drops all of the muffins onto my side table and plants a sloppy kiss onto my lips.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as my strength will allow.

"Have you been hanging out with Uriah? What's with all the muffins?" I let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, he was keeping me company at breakfast." He moves my legs to the edge of the bed and takes a seat next to me, as close as possible.

"How long have I been here?" he begins to stroke my hair.

"A couple of days." He says matter-of-factly.

"What happened to me during the simulation?"

"Are you feeling up to a walk?" He blatantly ignores my question and asks one of his own.

"Sure."

We stroll down the small, dank hallways at a leisurely pace. Every so often Tobias' hand brushes against mine, sending small waves of electricity through my veins.

The expression he wears is soft, but he's masking something. I can tell.

I decide not to bring up my surprise visitor just yet. I need to find out more for myself.

"So, what happened?" I ask.

"Erudite have been creating a new kind of serum, a serum that not only puts you through a fear landscape but lets them control it. Obviously, I didn't know this before Darius asked me to put you under, before you say anything." He takes a long bated breath. "Did you feel at any point that you were being pushed or controlled?" He asks.

"Yes actually I did." I bring my hand up to my face and begin chewing my nails nervously.

"This isn't necessarily a bad thing, Tris. Yes, it's frightening that they can control something in your mind. However – since everything that happened with Jeanine Matthews, Erudite are being watched carefully, let's just say that."

"Mm-hmm" I'm not quite convinced.

"They haven't obviously perfected it yet. Not like Erudite if you ask me – to use a serum that's not up to scratch."

"Why didn't I come around properly?"

"The system kept tripping every time it was about to shut down to bring you back. We took you straight to the infirmary and they pumped you with drugs until they could make sure there was no permanent brain damage. I was terrified." He runs a shaky hand through his hair and can't quite meet my eyes.

"One more question, I promise." He rolls his eyes at me. "How do you know all that information about the new serum?" I ask inquisitively.

"I went to Darius after the doctors checked you over, demanded answers."

"Oh." Is all I can manage.

We round a corner and pass the entrance for the transfer dormitory just as somebody is leaving. Blond, skinny, pretty – I know this girl.

I notice immediately the large bruise around her temple. You can't miss it – it's deep purple. She is also sporting a blood-shot eye.

"Molly, what happened?" Tobias asks with genuine concern.

"Nothing really, Oliver thought it would be funny – well it was a game … honestly its fine" The words tumble out of her mouth. I know now why she didn't transfer to Candor. She couldn't lie to save her life.

But I no longer feel jealous of her, nor do I feel any type of pity. I feel genuinely bad for her, I've been in her position before. The stiff who everybody places bets on to come last.

"Well, just watch out" Tobias says.

"Thanks Four." She turns towards me a gives me a shy smile. Walking around us, I make a quick decision.

"Molly, if you ever need anything – you know where I am." I couldn't help it. I had to.

"Thanks." She beams at me.

I turn around to see Tobias gaping at me.

"You never fail to surprise me sometimes Tris."

I can't help but laugh.

"Since you gave me the third degree earlier, I guess now it's my turn." He smiles.

"Eric – twice in your fear landscape. One chasing you and another making out with Christina. Why are you so afraid of him?" His smile has faded and he is looking at me intently.

I try to tell him about Eric in the hallway – but words fail me. Just tell him!

"I don't really know how to explain it, I guess since Darius told me about returning to my fear landscape I was thinking a lot about my initiation." I lied.

He falls for it.

"That's understandable."

"Although the situation with Christina and Eric wasn't necessarily about them, I was embarrassed just looking at them together".

"I can see that – imagine them two together? Match made in Hell." He tries to lighten the mood.

I laugh.

He comes closer towards me, eyes bright.

"There is one good thing to come of your fear landscape though."

"And what's that?"

"You are no longer afraid of intimacy." He strokes his fingers against my cheek.

"No, I'm not." I look directly into his eyes.

"Do you need to go back to the infirmary?"

"No, actually. The doctors checked me over before you came bustling in this morning. They said I was good to go."

Tobias opens the door to his apartment and I immediately feel at home.

"I need to shower, why don't you go and get comfy in our bed? I know the beds in the infirmary aren't exactly nice."

Our bed.

"How?" I eye him suspiciously.

"Because I slept next to you every night you were in there." He says shyly.

"Well, aren't you just the gentleman." I giggle.

He slaps my arse, hard and turns towards the bathroom shaking his head.

That was so unlike him.

I'm still a giggling mess of hormones as I snuggle up in bed. As usual I wrap my duvet as tightly around me as possible. My head still feels fuzzy from all of the pills.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep quicker than I expected.

The door to the bathroom swings open and Tobias walks out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Wow. I'm awake, I'm awake, I'm awake.

I feel my insides begin to melt. Ha – and I thought I was a hormonal mess before just with a quick slap on my backside.

He saunters over to the kitchen.

"Would you like a glass of water?" He cocks one eyebrow at me.

He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Please."

Calm down and think of anything but this God that you call a boyfriend. Anything.

"I forgot to ask, how are the transfers getting on?" My voice comes out unexpectedly calm.

"We lost one Erudite boy – he got knocked out during the physical stage and never came around. Candor's are trying to rule to roost as usual and as you can tell are trying to push the other Erudite boy, Matthew, and Molly around." Not much has changed if I'm honest."

He walks over to the bed and places the glass of water on the nightstand. He gives me a tender kiss. It feels like forever since he's touched me. I miss it, I miss him.

The kiss intensifies and something changes in the atmosphere. It's sexually charged.

He pulls the cover from the bed and lifts me onto my feet. Kissing me all the while.

I wrap my hands around his neck and begin to run my fingers through his soft thick hair.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too." I can't catch my breath.

"Are you ready?" He asks simply - as if he was asking if I am ready to go out. I know the difference, however, he is asking me if I'm ready to give myself up to him. Ready for more.

"Yes."

He places another gentle kiss on my lips and then withdraws, taking a few steps back from me.

He drops his towel.