I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. Sorry for being so MIA...lots of homework + vacation + writer's block = BAD BAD BAD. Anyway, this is a nice long update, so I hope y'all enjoy it.

"Sounds good, Tobias." I push him towards his room lightly. "Imma grab my laptop, and then we can work a little." He kisses my cheek and opens his door, and I mine. I grab my laptop and throw the door to Four's room open. Apparently he had decided to change, because he's wearing only his boxers. I blush, and he turns around quickly.

"Sorry," I stammer.

He grins at me and sits on the bed. "It's okay. I was about to ask you to help me with the bandages and neosporin anyway."

I blush. "You sure?"

Tobias nods and stretches out on the bed, handing me gloves, bandages and the tube of neosporin. I hurry through the front of him, and then do his back and the backs of his legs. By the time I finish, we're both red-faced, and I think Four has a situation, because he refuses to flip over.

I hesitantly touch his shoulder. "Want come clothes?"

Tobias looks over at me, a wry look on his face. "I'd like that very much."

I hand him a pair of jeans and a black "The Amity Affliction" tee shirt, with these words on the back: "Let me give you my fears." It sums up Dauntless well.

He pulls on the shirt, turns away from me and pulls the jeans on, and then he grabs his laptop. I sit next to him with mine and we pull up each other's documents. I start reading and immediately begin to blush. Four's first sentence has the words "hot" and "badass" in it. Then again, I described him as hot, too.

We read each other's, and then combine them into one cohesive story. It takes about an hour, and then it's about one thirty.

I bring up another piece of writing and, leaning against Four, begin to write. Eventually, we end up leaning against the wall, my head on his shoulder.

My dad comes in at about two thirty. "Bea, we need to leave in about fifteen minutes. Are you and Four ready?"

"I'm coming?" Four asks, seemingly surprised. I am, too, thought I don't show it.

"Yes. You manage to keep Bea calm. Sometimes. Plus, I have no better place for you to be," Dad answers.

Tobias' gaze flickers down to me, and then back up to my father. "Okay," he says simply after a second.

Dad leaves, and I shut my laptop, preparing to go back to my room. Four, however, grabs me around the waist and pulls me back down next to him. I meet his eyes.

"What?"

"You aren't fooling me, you know." Tobias gently touches my cheek.

"What do you mean?" I ask, heart beating a tiny a bit faster.

"I mean I can tell you're upset."

"I don't want to talk about that, Four," I tell him curtly. "Drop it."

He glares stubbornly at me. "Nope. It's gonna be okay, Tris. The talk with your mom'll go well. I promise."

"Thanks, Tobias, but I really don't want to talk about it." I hope the note in my voice tells him I don't want to talk about it.

His eyebrows knit together, and he sighs. "Okay." Four kisses my cheek and releases me.

I stand and walk to my room, putting my laptop away and brushing my hair again.

Four, Dad and I meet up again downstairs after about fifteen minutes. I've changed into black jeans, an Avengers tee shirt and Booth's black hoodie, and Dad's wearing jeans and a white button down shirt. Four's still in his jeans and tee shirt.

"Ready to go, Bea? Four?"

We nod and buckle ourselves into the car, me leaning into Four the entire time. It's only about a ten minute drive, and I hesitantly follow Four and my dad out of the car and up to the house.

It reminds me of our house. Theirs is small, with blue-gray paint and white trim. Much like ours.

My mother answers the door and just stares at my dad for a few seconds. He's staring at her, too. Then she grabs his arm and pulls him inside. Four and I follow, shutting the door behind us.

Four puts his hand on my lower back, signaling to me that he's here for me. I just quietly follow my father into a living room. Caleb is sitting stiffly in a chair, and my mother sits in the other. Tobias, my father and I opt for the couch. Caleb narrows his eyes at Four, who does the same at Caleb. I elbow Four, who huffs and looks away.

My mother comes back with cups of tea. I sip mine awkwardly.

Four notices how uncomfortable I am and subtly puts his arm around me. I lean into him a tiny bit. My mother picks up on this, I think, because she frowns.

"Why is Four here?" she asks.

Dad stiffens. "Why?"

"Because it was supposed to be just us and the kids." Her tone is accusing.

Tobias unwraps his arm from me and stands. "Andrew, if I'm not supposed to be here, I can go wait in the car."

"Sit back down, Four," Dad orders. To my mother, he says, "Four is here because he lives with us."

"He lives in the same house as my daughter."

Dad scowls at her, and I can see he's starting to remember stuff about the marriage….maybe things he didn't like. "No, we foster him in the same house as my daughter."

They scowl at each other now. Caleb jumps in. "Hey! This is supposed to be…well, not angry. Why don't you each tell a funny baby story about Tris and I?"

They eye each other for a few more seconds. Then Dad says, "Once, when Bea was four, she leaned over while we were on the train and said, 'Daddy, why is that lady so fat?'"

"Caleb once mooned an entire train full of people," my mother replies.

And those two sentences get them talking about baby stories about Caleb and I. After about fifteen minutes, Caleb stands up and beckons to Four and me. We stand and follow Caleb to what I assume is his room.

Once we're inside Caleb's room, Four and I sit on the bed and Caleb drags his desk chair over.

"Haven't seen you since that first day, Tris," Caleb says casually.

I shrug. "I've been kinda busy."

"Are you and Four…?"

Four and I shake our heads. "Nope."

"Then why'd he have his arm around you?" Caleb asks.

"'Cause I did," Four growls, clearly uncomfortable with this conversation.

Caleb gets the message. "What classes are you taking this year, Four?"

"Buncha APs and Bio."

"Why Bio?" Caleb frowns, clearly confused. "Almost everyone took that sophomore year."

Four ducks his head. "I failed out of it sophomore year. That was before I got my act together."

Caleb gives Four a judging look. "You go to CP. You should have had your act together from the second you got in."

Four growls at Caleb slightly. "Shut up, Prior."

I dig my fingernails into Four's leg. "Stop it, guys. No need for a masculinity contest. Caleb, why aren't you taking the AP writing course?"

"Because I want to become a computer programmer, so I'm taking a Java class instead. I already know Pascal, HTML, XML, #C, Perl, and Python," Caleb answers. "I'm also taking an AJAX course."

"Wow, Caleb. Know how to spell nerd?" I tease.

Caleb sticks his tongue out at me, and then his face turns serious. "Hey, Tris. Why'd you choose Dauntless? I saw you look at the Abnegation bowl." Something in his eyes makes me nervous, so I hide my aptitude for more than one faction.

"Well, my aptitude was for Dauntless, but Dad told me about Abnegation and recommended I join that faction. He's always steered me in the right direction, but I couldn't make myself join Abnegation," I explain.

Four relaxes almost imperceptibly next to me. Caleb opens his mouth, and then -

"FOUR! BEATRICE!" Dad yells. "GET DOWN HERE!"

We glance at each other and run down the stairs, Caleb close at our heels.