Four POV:

"I think we should climb down."

I look at her like she's crazy.

But that doesn't matter. What matters is that her idea makes sense, and her safety is what I value most right now. Not my reputation. And certainly not Marcus.

"Tris, don't you think we should think this through?"

She shakes her head, "Then wheel's stopped for a good five minutes, if not more by now. And even if it starts again, they'll stop it before we get hurt."

"Who?" I don't care if it's a stupid question. Right now I don't care.

"The employees here...?" She acts like it's a stupid question. And it is. But I still don't care.

She looks down, then at me. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna start climbing down." And with that, she exits the gondola that we are in and descends downward.

I look at her, huff, then mutter, "Oh, for god's sake Stiff," before following her.

She looks up to me, and stops for a minute. "I heard that."

"Heard what?" Act innocent, Tobias.

"Peter's nickname he gave me on the first day we met. Stiff."

She says it matter-of-factly, but rolls her eyes and continues climbing down.

I find places for my feet effortlessly and I'm able to climb down with ease. Even so, my hands grip the bars so that my knuckles turn white and my hands grasp each bar, in fear that if I miss one, the pain from falling will be far worse than anything Marcus could do. Above me, I can hear Tris navigating her way between the bars. Her movements are small, so smaller than mine. With deep breaths, I quickly pass her by.

But I stop, just as a loud clanging noise fills the air around us. I look up and duck, just barely getting out of the way for a metal bar to come loose. It clatters against half a dozen bars on the way down before falling to the ground. I turn my attention to Tris and we barely make eye contact before I gasp.

Tris dangles in midair, her small feet frantically searching for a foothold. But the nearest one is a few feet away and out of her reach. My heart beats so loudly in my head that I can hardly think rationally, but I know I have to act fast.

Tris' eyes fill with fear like mine as she suppresses a scream.

She's slipping.

I quickly climb down, my eyes never leaving Tris'. The crowd must think I'm either a bad boyfriend or mentally insane, judging by the looks they give me. But I ignore them and focus on my descent.

"Four!" Tris screams in desperation.

"Hold on!" I shout back, "J-just hold on! I have an idea."

She looks frightened, but has the same look as some of the crowd members.

After a minute, she screams again, louder this time, "Four!"

I quickly drop myself onto the ground, and push the guy controlling the Farris Wheel out of the way.

He gives me the same look and I just roll my eyes.

Just give me a minute Tris, I think to myself, Just give me a minute to rescue you. Let me prove that I can save you.

My eyes glaze over the multi-colored buttons as I try to make sense of what each one does. I press my palm into one labeled 'power,' and press another one labeled 'start.'

It doesn't work at first.

So the employee taps my shoulder. "With all due respect sir, we've tried that already. As with tons of other strategies. But the Fire Department is on its way, and they'll save your girlfriend, along with everyone else. You know, you don't always have to be the hero."

I keep my hands where they are, in hope that the Wheel turns on. But I think about what the guy said. There are plenty of opportunities for everyone to prove themselves, and if the time is right, an opportunity presents itself. But why can't mine be now?

Then the Farris Wheel turns on.

I watch it carry Tris to the ground. It's fast, but not fast enough.

She runs and hugs me, just as the Fire Department comes towards the wheel.

The next few minutes that go by are a blur to me. Tris kisses me repeatedly and tries to say 'my hero' in as many languages as she can. Though she won't admit it, I can tell that she's related to Caleb. Lots of people pass by us, and a bunch of seniors say that we look like such a cute couple. A little kid asks for my autograph. I sign it with a chuckle. The firefighters soon leave, once everyone is safe, but they remind me to let them do their job.

Once the crowd goes back to normal, I turn my attention to Tris. "So..." I start awkwardly, "Where to next?"

She shrugs, then thinks of a place, "Remember the place I pointed out while we were on the Farris Wheel?"

I think for a moment, then nod.

"Let's go there next."

While we walk there, we talk about what happened. I don't want to, but Tris thinks that it will help.

"I still can't believe you did that!" she says while laughing.

"I can't either," a familiar voice behind us says.

We turn around to see Mrs. Matthews with her arms crossed. "Why aren't you two in school?" she asks.