A/N: I'm not sure I'm 100% satisfied with how this chapter came out. Also, I enabled anonymous reviews, which I had no idea was off. So, if you think this chapter sucks and you'd like to tell me anonymously, you can! Woohoo. Really though, thanks for reading, favoriting, following. I appreciate each one and they are very motivating.

6-Tobias

After leaving Tris's hospital room after our disagreement, I sulk down the corridor of the hospital with the intention of heading to my apartment but as I pass the nurses station, Brynn calls me over.

"You're actually leaving the infirmary, Four?" She jokes. I look back at her wearily, not really wanting to rehash the details of my conversation with Tris. "She seems to need some time alone so I'm going to go to my apartment and take care of a few things. Call me if anything happens, ok?" I don't wait for a response and turn away from her but I feel her hand grab my arm and I turn back around.

"I've seen the way that girl looks at you and I can guarantee there is no way she doesn't want you around. Remember what I said about head injuries? About how it can make it difficult to control emotions?" I nod and Brynn continues, "Well, that's often because whatever emotion she is feeling-anger, happiness, confusion-feels ten times more powerful to her. Imagine your best memory," she says. Instantly, I think of Tris and I sitting in the chasm, kissing for the first time. "Now imagine your worst memory." she says. Memories automatically float to the surface of my mind before I can even think to suppress them. Every single one of them is flooded with Marcus. I shiver a little. "Now amplify those feelings that you felt in each one of those memories tenfold and you have what Tris is feeling." I nod slowly, still feeling a little bit like a kicked puppy after Tris so blatantly rejected my help. And even though I know it's petty, I feel a little bit like she rejected me, too.

Brynn must sense that I'm still upset because she says, "Four, whatever she was feeling at the time most likely wasn't meant to be directed at you. When she feels an emotion hitting her, it will be nearly impossible for her to rationalize her thoughts. She's a strong one, we all know that, but this is a mental challenge that will take her awhile to overcome. I'm not saying she won't hurt you or make you frustrated and mad or that you don't have a right to feel any of those things because you do, but I'm saying that it might not hurt to be quick to forgive her over the next few weeks, for both your sakes. You've both been through more in the past few months then most see in a lifetime. Don't let this be the one thing to bring you down."

I stand there absorbing her words, not really sure what to say. My mind seems bogged down with everything that's been going on. Stupidly, I think about how much better Brynn is at relationship advice compared to Zeke. I shake my head slightly and thank her, "Thanks, Brynn. I know she can't help it and I know I should look past it. I'm just acting childish." I look away from her, feeling slightly ashamed of myself.

"Don't feel bad. You have been through a lot in the last few days, so it's understandable to have some trouble coping with everything. Now, get on out of here for awhile and take care of whatever it is you need to do. You know I will look after her." She gives me a small shove and give her a small smile of appreciation and continue on my way out of the infirmary.

I walk through the narrow hallways, weaving my way back through the dorms and apartments. I can hear the roar of the chasm in the distance. My footsteps echo off the stone walls, just like Brynn's words are echoing through my thoughts. I think about how she said Tris's emotions are so much stronger for her now. It occurs me to that what Tris is going through is similar to going through a fear landscape. Just like Tris's magnified emotions, a fear landscape simply magnifies your fears and makes them that much more powerful: so powerful it's difficult to concentrate on anything else and even more difficult to think rationally. Only she can't manipulate her mind like she could the system.

I reach the door to my apartment and sigh as I dig for my key. When Tris told me that I didn't need to watch out for her, I was instantly mad. If I hadn't watched out for her, she would of fallen from the ferris wheel during capture the flag, could've fallen to her death when Peter attacked her, been discovered as a divergent during her fear landscape, and would have died at the hands of Jeanine Matthews. Then we finally agree to trust each other and to keep no secrets and I come back from the fractions to find her broken and bleeding from a gun shot wound. I wanted to yell these things at her in the hospital but I knew that I couldn't tell her how she was injured, not like that.

In my apartment, I look around briefly. It's not messy but slightly out of order. The bed isn't made, there is a few items of clothing on the floor, and some papers strewn across the dining room table. I take a few minutes and draw in some deep breaths and tell myself to calm down.

Slowly, my mind focuses on other details in my apartment, ones that would have never have been there just a short time ago. There is a bottle of moisturizer on the dresser, a pair of black flats laying by the bed. A pink coffee mug sitting on the table next to the papers. For some reason, these things-all Tris's things-left behind from the handful of days that she stayed with me, send a jolt through me that sets me into action.

Whether or not Tris's anger was actually directed at me no longer matters. I imagine my apartment void of her possessions and my stomach plummets. I know that there isn't anything Tris could say to make me leave her, unless she told me that was what she wanted-something I pray never happens. I grab some clothes from my dresser, not really caring to pay much attention to what I'm grabbing from the drawer.

I make my way into the bathroom and haphazardly toss my clothes onto the counter. As I step under the warm spray of the shower I decide that I'm going to prove to Tris that we can get through anything. We'll fight through this, because I won't stop fighting for us.

I shower and dress quickly. Not really bothering to dry my hair. I pick up my razor, then decide against shaving, Tris's words reverberating in my ears. "I think it suits you." she had said. I smile slightly.

I gather a few things into a duffle bag and toss it over my shoulder. I head back into the dauntless corridors and lock the door behind me. I begin weaving my way back through the halls. Back to the infirmary. Back to Tris.

When I finally reach her doorway, I stop and steel myself. I've clearly never been good at predicting Tris's reactions, but it's never really something I had to think about before. I find myself feeling apprehensive.

I step over the threshold and Tris has her hands pressed over her eyes. I'm not sure if she's crying, and the thought makes me feel terrible. Then it dawns on me that the lights are still on all the way, and I know they aggravate Tris's head injury. I turn them down to their lowest setting without turning them off. I pass through the room quickly and drop my bag into the chair and shrug off my jacket.

"You came back." I hear her say. Her voice is low but she doesn't seem mad. There's a slight edge to her voice, like she's nervous or anxious.

I turn towards her. Tris has lowered her hands down to the table that's in front her. Her hands are fiddling with a pen.

I think of all the times I've come back to her. Actually, it feels a little like I'm always running after her, I think bitterly. I can't quite keep what I'm feeling off my face and I know I look more fierce then I want to be. "I always do, Tris." I tell her.

Her eyes meet mine briefly then slide downward. She has guilt written all over her face. For a minute, a flash of satisfaction goes through me, and I realize I feel better knowing that she knows her past decisions have had repercussions on me as well as her. Immediately, I push the thought down, feeling bad for even thinking something so awful.

I study Tris for a little bit as I lean against the wall. She looks a little better then she had earlier in the day. Her face has a tad more color to them and her eyes have had a little more of that spark that she seems to carry around with her. I can see her tattoo, the one of the ravens that represent each one of her family members: her mother, her father...and Caleb. My heart sinks a little for her and all that she's lost. I promised her that I was her family, and I want desperately to prove that to her.

Slowly, cautiously, I move to the side of her bed. I'm still unsure of how she is going to react to my presence, but I think of how good it felt when I was laying next to her, not even an hour ago. We haven't had a lot of opportunity to have moments like that. Mostly, we spent time on cots the last few weeks, besides the last night we spent together before she was shot at the Bureau. I think back to us on the couch and I am filled both with indescribable happiness and a sick feeling in my stomach. Had I know that she would be shot and nearly die soon after, I would've told her so much more in that moment.

I swallow hard and sit next to her on the bed. She's been absentminded shredding a paper in her hands, lost in thought. I gently pull it from her grasp. "What has you so preoccu-" I fall short as I read what she's written on it. It's clearly a timeline of events, a large part still missing, and at the bottom she has several names followed by question marks.

My heart seizes when I see Uriah's name. I can't think of what to say to Tris, or how to start a conversation about it, but I know I can no longer avoid telling her about her missing memories. I'm not sure who I've been trying to protect most: her or me.

Tris's small hands reach out and take the napkin from mine, dropping it on the table in front of us. "Tobias, I'm so sorry." Her voice wavers slightly.

My back is still to her, my legs planted on the floor. I close my eyes briefly and realize I have no energy left in me to even have an ounce of anger towards her. I swing my legs up and into the bed in one quick motion, rolling onto my side so I can face her. I put one arm under her shoulders and one under her knees and pull her to me. It concerns me how light she is, even though she barely hit 120 pounds before she was in the hospital. I push the thought aside for now, and bury my face into her hair.

"To be honest, I think we might have several moments like that in near future," I tell her. My hands are shaking a little. I've never been good at expressing what I'm feeling, but then again, I've never really had anyone I wanted to share them with. I force myself to continue."But, even when you are feeling overwhelmed, or mad, or frustrated, I'm still going to love you." I feel her melt into me a little and I grip her tighter, trying to be careful. "I need you to talk to me though, because I can't help you or help us, if you don't tell me what is going through your mind.

Tris has moved in so close to me that her head is tucked under my chin. I can feel every inch of her body pressed against mine. I slip down a little on the bed so we are face to face. "We can do this." I tell her.

She's hardly spoken since I've gotten back to her room. She's probably exhausted from the emotional roller coaster she's experienced, her injuries, and the painkillers she's been on. Her eyes are focused on me, though. Bright and alert. I bring a hand up, fingers brushing hair out of her face, "you should get some rest-" I was about to tell her she should get some rest, that she would feel better after she gets some sleep, but her lips cut me off. She's kissing me with an urgency, and it sends a rush through me. I press my lips into hers, matching her intensity. I feel her shift against me, turning on her side. She lets out a slightly groan, and I pull back immediately. Her eyes fly open.

"Tobias, I want you here, and I'm okay with you helping me even if it's hard for me to accept sometimes," she says, "But if watching out for me means you won't let me kiss you, we might have an issue." she smirks.

I look back at her, shocked. Tris isn't normally very forward with me and her words completely throw me off. I burst out in laughter. "Tris! Trust me, I will never stop you from kissing me. But I don't want you to hurt yourself in the process!" I say. I can't keep the amusement off my face.

Tris's face falls in confusion. "But I'm fine, it feels better on my side. My back has been hurting from laying on my stitches when I fell asleep." Suddenly, a look of understanding falls on her face and she blushes deep red. I look at her confused and then it dawns on me. She wasn't hurt...the opposite actually. The noise she made was from pleasure not pain. This time it's my turn to blush. How could I have missed that?

I bring a hand up to my face, wanting to hide my embarrassment from her. "God, Tris, I'm sorry."

When she doesn't reply, my embarrassment starts to turn to mortification. But then I feel her hands pull mine away from my face. Her face is still splotchy with color. My eyes meet hers and my heart skips a couple of beats. Her eyes are full of longing and that's all it takes for me to take her head in my hands and kiss her.

I follow her lead, careful not to let my hands roam, even though I'm desperate to feel her her skin against my palms again, just like the last night we spent together on the couch in the Bureau. Suddenly, her fingers find their way under my shirt, fingertips lightly brushing along my stomach. Her name slips from my lips, barely audible. She sighs against my lips in response.

"Hey, guys..OH, GOD GET A ROOM!" Tris and I fly apart. She falls back on her back and flinches.

"Ow, dammit." She mutters. I want to help her but I'm too distracted, stunned to find Zeke standing in the door way. "Zeke?" I say.

Tris's eyes fly open at the sound of his name. "If I wasn't laying in this bed and on strict orders not to get out of it, I would kick your ass, Zeke. Ever learn to knock?" her voice is serious but she's grinning.

Zeke takes it as his welcome and strides into room, falling into one of the chairs. "It's a hospital," he shrugs, "people walk around in gowns that show their butts to the entire world, so I don't think knocking has ever been a requirement." He says, laughter in his eyes. "Besides, when did you become a rule follower?"

Tris narrows her eyes then turns to me. I shrug a little. "The man kind of has a point." I say, earning a punch from Tris. I chuckle and gently pull myself up off the bed, being mindful of her IV tubes.

I watch Zeke. My heart is pounding and my hands tremble slightly. Last time I had seen him, I had brought him and his mother to say good bye to Uriah as the doctors pulled him off life support. "I didn't expect to see you back for awhile, Zeke." I say lamely.

"Christina came to see me," he says, hesitating. This surprises me a little. "About Tris?" This seems logical. Christina and Tris are good friends, and she has probably been worried about her.

Zeke look as me for a little bit. "No," he replies, "about you, Four." Me? It doesn't make any sense.

"She was worried about you. She said that with Tris and...and Uriah...that you weren't doing very good." Zeke hasn't met my gaze yet. He swallows hard then says, "I would've been here sooner but...the funeral for Uri... and I needed to make sure Shauna would be okay for a few days." He says.

I'm about to tell him that he shouldn't be concerned with me. That I don't deserve that from him. But before I can, a sob erupts from Tris, and for a minute, I'm confused. Then it hits me. She didn't know about Uriah's death. She was shot before they took him off of life support and most likely she doesn't remember that he was ever injured.

"Shit, Tris. I didn't even think. I'm sorry you had to find out that way." She's sitting up with her hands covering her face. She's crying uncontrollably now. I've never seen her this upset before. It occurs to me that she never got a chance to fully absorb her parents death. When they died, she was surrounded by chaos. She never even had the chance to have a funeral for them. I reach out and grab her, at a loss at what to do. Tris sobs into my chest and I can feel the dampness from her tears soaking into my shirt.

I look at Zeke, feeling helpless, but he is staring at us with a bewildered look on his face. "She didn't know?" He croaks out. His face is ashen. I shake my head at him. "It's not your fault, you didn't know she didn't know about it." I say.

Tris pushes herself from my arms, keeping her hands on my chest for balance. She's exhausted her strength and is struggling to support herself. "No," she says shaking her head. Tears are still slowly steadily down her face. "No, I knew. Well, kind of." She's trying to choke back her sobs, but she's struggling. "I was writing down what I could remember before you came in, Tobias. When I got to Uriah, I remembered what happened, but I...I wasn't sure if he made it."

I sink down into the chair next to the bed, unable to withstand the emotional weight that bears down on my shoulders. I put one elbow on the bed, propping my head under my chin. With my free hand, I gently rub circles in Tris's leg, a lame attempt to try to comfort her. She has one hand on my shoulder now, still using me as a support.

"Sorry," Tris chokes out, "sorry I'm such a mess. I knew but I'm upset I didn't get to say goodbye."

My heart sinks and my fury for Caleb reignites. Had he done what he was supposed to, Tris wouldn't be here and she wouldn't have been robbed at the chance to say goodbye to a friend.

To my surprise, Zeke speaks up before I can say anything. "He died two days after you were shot. My mom and I and Christina were all with him. He went quickly and peacefully, Tris. Don't hate yourself for not being there. Uri would want people to remember him in a better way." Tris nods as Zeke turns his gaze to me. "Four, can I speak to you in the hall?" I hesitate and look at Tris. She's currently hiccuping slightly and wiping her tears off her face with the front of her hospital gown. She senses my hesitation. "Go, I'll be fine. I promise."

I tell Zeke that I'll meet him in the hall in a few minutes and then help Tris get comfortable, readjusting pillows around her to disperse her weight off the stitches in her back. She's nearly asleep before I'm even done. Finally, I press the call button and ask for her painkillers before slipping out the door to talk to Zeke.