I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. So this story seems to have gotten a second wind - I think I'll turn it into a high school - college story. Tell me if you like it. If you don't, this can be the epilogue. Thanks, everyone, and please tell me what you think.

"Tobias," I say, grinning, "I just redid my calculations - using the new salary - and we'll only have to work for seven weeks to get six thousand dollars. But we should keep the jobs anyway."

He kisses my cheek. "She says we start on Saturday."

I throw my arms around his neck. "You're the best, Four."

Six months later:

"TOBIAS!" I scream.

He comes rushing in. "What? Are you okay?"

I grin and hand him his Stanford letter. We both applied to Stanford, UCLA, PennState, Columbia, Georgetown, NYU, and a few others. And today is the day Stanford is giving acceptance and denial letters. All the other colleges are sending theirs out in the next few weeks.

Both of us have thick letters, so I think we have gotten in. I hand him the other letter opener and we slide ours open at the same time. I pull out my letter and began reading. I grin, and see Tobias doing the same.

"I got in," we say in unison.

"Scholarships?" I ask.

He nods. "Full ride for my first two years for sure, and if I help them in soccer, half ride for my last two." Tobias hesitates. "You?"

I kiss my boyfriend chastely on the lips. "Same."

He wraps his arms around me. "I love you, Bea."

Booth opens the door. "I got in!" he shouts.

"Where?" I ask.

"University of Chicago. Tempy got in there, too," he explains, referring to his girlfriend, Temperance Brennan.

I hug him with one arm, keeping the other around Tobias. "That's great, Booth. Four and I got scholarships to Stanford."

Booth's eyes widen. "That's great, Bea Wee! So you guys are going off to college together?"

I look back at Tobias, who's lounging against the counter. "Yes. Yes, we are."

Five months later than that:

"Tris," Tobias groans, "I don't wanna be in this section."

I raise my eyebrows. "Do I look like I give a shit, Toby? C'mon." I drag him to the condoms section and force him to pick some out and put them in the cart.

So far, we've gotten two sets of sheets (total), a comforter, a bean bag, stuff for the bathroom, more clothes and pajamas, bathrobes, a dresser that folds down (Tobias found it online), a mini fridge, some tupperware, some extension cords, a laundry hamper, laundry detergent (enough for a while), a used (but in good condition) printer, tons of office supplies, and some other miscellaneous things Stanford offered (or, like the condoms, required).

Tobias is still red while we check out. My dad agreed to pay for half of our expenses, so Tobias, red-faced, gives the lady two credit cards - the one to our bank account, and the one to my dad's - and requests she put half on each. She sees me lounging behind him, and then the condoms, and chuckles. Tobias reddens further, so I slip an arm around him.

I stand on my tiptoes. "Are you excited for us to be rooming together?" I waggle my eyebrows, and he turns even redder. I grin at the salesclerk, who grins back.

"Such a prude," I comment. "People aren't dumb, babe."

"So you two are heading off to college?" the salesclerk comments. "You look pretty young, honey," she adds, referring to me.

"She finished all of her credits, along with some of the college ones, this year," Tobias brags. I punch him lightly, blushing a little.

The clerk nods. "Impressive. Where are you two off to?"

"Stanford," we chorus.

She raises her eyebrows. "Dang! Scholarships?"

I nod. "You got any kids?"

She nods. "A boy, Michael. He's only in fourth grade, thank God. I don't have to worry about college for a while."

Tobias chuckles. "It'll be sooner than you think."

She finishes ringing us up, and Tobias and I load up the used truck we got. Working at Tori's has been a blessing. She gave us today off so we could shop, but we have work tomorrow. We're saving as much as possible. Because all the college stuff had cost a good amount, our savings only amount to about sixteen thousand dollars right now - just enough for one of our semester tuitions. We're hoping to get better jobs in California, though.

When we get home, I return the credit card to my dad, and Tobias and I lug our new stuff into my room. We've officially been sleeping in his room for the entire year, and my dad has given up on attempting to separate us. We're pretty much never without each other.

I collapse on Tobias' bed. "Toby," I groan.

He looks down at me, an amused expression on his face. "Yes?"

A real, nervous expression inches its way onto my face. "Will people think it's weird that I'm only seventeen and in college?"

Tobias lays next to me on the bed. "I don't know why you're so nervous, love. You're crazy smart, and beautiful, and intelligent, and perfect. You have no need to be insecure."

I cuddle closer to him. "But you're my boyfriend, Toby. You have to say that."

"Fine." He grabs his cell phone out. "Christina?" He puts the phone on speaker. "Hey, yeah. I put it on speaker, and Tris is here."

Chris' voice comes through in a crackly manner. "Yeah, hey, guys. How's your summer going?"

"Pretty good," Tobias answers. "How's the cabin with your family?"

"Kinda boring, but Will's coming up in a few days, so it should be better then," she replies. "So what's up?"

"I told Tris that she's beautiful, smart, intelligent, and perfect and she doesn't believe me," he says bluntly.

"Tris," Chris starts firmly, "all of those things Four said are true. You know me. I'm an ex-Candor. I can't lie. Anyway, don't be all self-deprecating. I gotta go babysit Jayah and Joshua, but I'll call you guys when Will gets here, okay?"

We finish our goodbyes, and I sit on Four's lap.

"So what do you plan on majoring in?" Tobias murmurs.

"I dunno. There's a few viable options," I answer. "Creative writing, chemical engineering, and computer science were what I was thinking of. You?"

Tobias chuckles, a low sound next to my ear. "Those were what I was thinking of, too."

"What do you want to do?"

"I think I want to work as a computer programmer," he says hesitantly.

"I'm thinking chemical engineering." I shrug. "Maybe I'll minor in creative writing."

He sighs. "It's crazy, Tris. Just under a year ago, I was worrying about whether or not my dad was going to come home and beat me. Now I get to think about what I want to be, and how I want to kiss you, and all the great things we'll do in college."

I nod against his chest. "Tobias," I start hesitantly, "I was thinking, maybe, that you might want to visit Marcus. Yell at him, maybe, at least."

Tobias' shoulders slump. "Maybe. When?"

"We can ask Tori for the day after tomorrow off and drive up there," I whisper, fingering the hair at the nape of his neck.

"How long of a drive is it?"

"About three and a half hours. I think, if we go, we should leave in the morning at about six." I slip my hands up his shirt to rub his back.

He sighs and leans closer to me. "I dunno, Tris. Should I?"

"Well, Tobias," I say seriously, "it might bring you some closure, seeing him locked up and all. And, if it's not doing it for you, you can cause a ruckus about him beating you in front of a few other prisoners. Everyone knows prisoners don't like people who beat or kill kids."

Tobias laughs despite himself. "You're right, as always. You always know what to say, Tris."

Two days later:

I grumble as Tobias' and my alarm goes off to get us up. We're driving off to the prison today, and we have to get ready. We're leaving the house at seven thirty.

We both shower and throw on our clothes today. I'm wearing a pair of black soccer shorts and a Seahaven tee shirt, and Tobias is wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a red Basement tee.

My dad makes us pancakes as we pack stuff for the drive. I pack snacks and water bottles, and he packs entertainment and car chargers for our phones. Toby tanked up on gas yesterday.

I grin as my dad places my pancakes in front of me just the way I like them - golden brown with a little coconut oil, lots of peanut butter, and a drizzle of syrup. Tobias' have even more peanut butter than mine and a shit ton of syrup.

Both of us dig in and finish at seven fifteen. I head back upstairs to brush my teeth and add some finishing touches. I grab hoodies for Four and I, as well, along with baseball caps and Ray-Bans for both of us.

I return and we set off, Tobias driving. We decided I'll drive on the way back.

The drive is long and boring, and Tobias' hands turn increasingly whiter as we get closer and closer. When we're about thirty minutes out, I place my hand on one of his. "Tobias, pull over," I order softly.

He obeys. "What?"

"I'm going to drive the rest of the way," I tell him. We switch seats, and I finish the drive.

When we park the car and step towards the prison, the first thing I think is about how...score it seems for a medium-security prison. There are two fences and then a prison wall, and at each gate there are multiple checkpoints. We get into a habit of just keeping our driver's licenses out.

I keep a monitoring hand in Tobias'. When we reach the check-in desk, Tobias stands mutely next to me, so I say, "Hi. This is Tobias Eaton, and I'm Beatrice Prior. We're here to see Marcus Eaton?"

The desk attendant looks up at the mention of Marcus' name. "Eaton? Guy hasn't been doing too well here, considering he's in here on charges of child abuse. Prisoners don't like him."

"Is he in solitary?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Warden figures it might help him."

Tobias laughs bitterly. "Help my dad? Nah. He's dead meat here. I only hope it gets worse. God knows he deserves it."

I clear my throat and hand the attendant our licenses. He nods and gives us passes, directing us where to go.

Marcus is at a table. There are prisoners at surrounding tables watching him with hard looks in their eyes. Tobias flips his baseball cap around so the rim covers his hair and hands me his Ray-Bans. I put them in my pocket and take off my own.

"Marcus," I growl.

"Let's skip the formalities, Beatrice," Marcus spits. "Tobias, why are you here? Why would you bother coming? If you're looking for an apology, you aren't getting one. I don't regret any of it."

Tobias laughs loudly, a little too loudly. "An apology? Me, coming to you, begging for an apology? How low do you think I am, Marcus? How desperate? Hell fucking no. I came to tell you how great my life has been without you. My grades are perfect. I'm dating Tris. I have a job, an income. Next year I'm going to Stanford. My life is perfect. The only thing I want from you is this." Tobias spits on his father.

I watch as Marcus' face turns redder and redder. He stands up and grabs Tobias' shirt collar. Guards walk over, but I wave them away.

Marcus punches Tobias in the eye. Tobias knees Marcus once, twice, three times in the groin and splits his lip. Marcus maneuvers Tobias so he has an arm wrapped around his throat. I decide it's high time for me to step in, so I rip Marcus' arm away from Tobias and snap it in a single movement. He howls, attracting the attention of a few more prisoners and most of the guards. They, however, all just watch idly as I break a few choice ribs, a couple toes, and a finger before slamming the heel of my hand into his nose. It doesn't shatter, but I feel a crack.

I realize we now have the attention of everyone in the facility, and that I'm currently supporting Marcus by his shirt collar. Tobias sits on a chair at the table, gulping for air.

A large, beefy man in an orange prison uniform walks up to me, giving me a pleasant grin. "Hello, darlin'."

"Hiya," I answer, keeping an eye on both Marcus and Tobias. "Who are you?"

"I'm in charge of the unofficial corrections department here," the man explains craftily. "Who are you? Why did you beat Marcus Eaton up?"

"So you're the head prison gangster," I translate. "I don't care about that part. Anyway, I'm Tris. Tobias there is my boyfriend. Marcus is Tobias' father, and, as you might have guessed, he beat Tobias from when he was little. Today Tobias and Marcus had a little...spat that ended up with Marcus attempting to choke Tobias, so I stepped in. I broke his right arm, some ribs on his right side, some fingers and toes, and his nose, I think."

"Damn, kid. How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Where'd you learn to do that?" he asks, looking me up and down.

"I grew up in Englewood," I answer shortly. "So can I give you Marcus?"

He grins. "Gladly, gladly. Just - may I have your permission to, ah, punish him in the future?"

I offer an arm to Tobias, who takes it and stands. "Ask Tobias."

He repeats his offer. Tobias frowns. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, and you're going to pretend I didn't say yes. I don't want to have any harm of his on my conscience." He knees Marcus in the ribs again. "Just don't kill him. I want him alive."

The man throws Marcus over his shoulder and carries him off, nodding to the guards. Tobias and I walk out, him leaning on me slightly.

We check out and begin the long drive back, me driving. Tobias leans on the window the entire time, clearly deep in thought.

I grab my phone and text my dad, explaining what had happened and to let Tobias be. I get a response a few minutes later and go back to driving.

"Hey," I say gently, shaking Tobias slightly, "Tobias, baby, wake up? We're home."

He opens his eyes lazily. I've already unloaded the car and done everything except get him out.

"C'mon, sweetie," I coax. He yawns and stands up. I let him go to his room on his own to talk or think or whatever and sit at the kitchen table across from my dad.

"Beatrice," he scolds. "You should have told me about your hands."

I look down and see my knuckles are split. "Sorry, Dad. I didn't even notice."

He kisses my head. "I'll bandage them. Nat and Caleb are coming over today, by the way."

My eyes light up. "Really? When?"

He chuckles. "In an hour. You guys ate, right?"

I nod. "On the way back. If I were you, I'd leave Tobias upstairs, though."

He nods, retrieves the medical supplies, and returns to the table.

I watch my dad as he cleans my knuckles, hissing slightly at the feeling of the alcohol touching my ragged flesh. He does his best to be gentle as he continues to clean my knuckles and then bandages them.

"So why are you knuckles split?" Dad asks quietly.

I look away. "Marcus had Tobias in a choke hold, so I broke his arm and punched him a lot. Broke some ribs, fingers, and toes. Maybe his nose, too."

"Beatrice," Dad sighs. "You know as well as I do that you aren't supposed to use your training for that."

"Dad," I plead, "He was hurting someone I love. I know it was wrong to do more than diable him, but he's done so much to Tobias, I couldn't stop myself."

"You don't feel bad, do you?"

I shake my head slowly. "I'm sorry, Dad."

He pulls me in and hugs me. "I love you, Bea. I'm proud of you. Getting all these scholarships, and into Stanford, yeah - but mostly because of the great young woman you've become. You stand for what you believe in, and you stand up for those you love."

I hug him back tightly. "I love you, Dad."

He grins at me. "Now go spend a little time with Tobias before Nat and Caleb get here."

I scurry up the stairs. Tobias is sitting on his bed, gently rubbing the purplish bruises on his neck.

"How are you?" I ask softly. He doesn't look at me.

"Not as bad as I thought I would be," he answers. "Honestly, I'm mostly pissed. I feel better than I did." Tobias laughs. "But my neck hurts."

I sit next to him on the bed, putting my hands on his knees. "Do you want some ice?"

Tobias shakes his head. "I'm sure it will fade."

I touch his slightly black eye softly. "Do you want anything for this?"

"I didn't even remember it was there."

I straddle him. "I love how strong you're being, my love."

He wraps his arms around me, squeezing tightly. "Thank you for being here for me."

"Always," I murmur.

Tobias suddenly flips us over so he's pinning me to the bed. He chastely kisses me. "I love you, Beatrice."

I kiss him back. He stands up and closes the door, locking it. I blush, knowing what's coming next, but stand and kiss him.

I get the door when my mom and Caleb get here. Tobias stands behind me, smiling idly. I punch him so he stops smiling so much - my mom'll pick it up in a millisecond.

He pouts. "Ow," he whines.

I pinch his nipple through his shirt. "Baby." Tobias pouts again at me, but I smirk and open the door. Caleb immediately steps in and hugs me.

"Did you guys do your shopping yet?" he asks me.

"Yeah." I grin at Tobias. "Stanford required some interesting things." Tobias reddens.

Caleb laughs. "So did MIT. Are you guys excited?"

I nod. "Very much so. We're going to drive down there in late August."

"Caleb," Mom says, voice coming from behind him, "I'd like to see my other child, too."

Caleb moves in, and my mom hugs me and Tobias. "How are you guys?"

We nod. "Good."

She looks back and forth between and two of us, and I groan internally. Damnit. Then she grins and pulls me into the living room. "Beatrice," she says knowingly.

"Mom," I groan. "Please."

"I won't ask." She smirks. "Was it good?"

"MOM!" I yell. Tobias pops his head in, sees my red face and my mother's laughing one, and nearly runs away. "Oh, no you don't, Eaton. Get your butt in here," I threaten.

Tobias walks in, red-faced as I, and sits next to me, holding my hand.

My mom's face gets more serious. "You two are being sa-"

"Mom," I growl, cutting her off, "we are responsible. I have the shot, and he's, um, clean."

Tobias is clearly uncomfortable with this conversation. "Um, I, uh - I need to use the bathroom." He looks down at me and I release his hand. He gets out of there faster than I've seen anyone do for a long time.

My mom laughs. "So how've you guys been? And why is Four's neck all bruised up?"

I scowl. "Well, he and I drove up to the prison to visit Marcus. Marcus attempted to choke To-Four and I broke a bunch of his bones."

Her face is immediately serious. "Is Four okay?"

I nod. "Just a little shaken up. He'll be okay."

Two weeks later:

"FOUR!" I roar. We're outside a coffee shop in Iowa City, Iowa. He just dumped a cup of ice cold water on me.

"Yes?" he asks, an innocent look on his face. I storm over to him and growl.

"What did you do?"

"Dumped icy water on you." He smiles innocently.

I smile back at him and tackle him to the ground, covering him in the icy water. People stare at us as we wrestle on the ground, and eventually a guy hefts me off of Tobias, who stands up, grinning.

I sigh and relax. "He poured icy cold water on me," I explain.

I grin as Tobias wakes up covered from head to foot in honey. I took the liberty of putting him in the the bathtub and drizzling honey on every inch of his body. When he goes to rub his eyes, he notices the honey on his hand. "Tris," he grumbles. "Where even am I?"

"Bathtub," I answer, sitting on the rim. "If you don't exact revenge on me for this, I'll help you get it off."

He weighs his options. "Does that mean taking a shower with me?" he asks hopefully.

"In my swimsuit, yes," I answer, showing him my bikini.

"I'll take it," he decides.

"Hand me your shirt," I order. We're in a small, cheap motel room in North Platte, Nebraska.

He pulls it off, wrinkling his nose at the stickiness. I drop it on the shower floor along with my shirt and sweats. He peels off his basketball shorts and boxers and puts them on the shower floor, too. I step in with him, turn the shower on cold, and duck, laughing as he yelps.

"Payback," I whisper maliciously in his ear. Then I turn it up so it's reasonable warm, and we scrub at his body and hair. It takes us fifteen or so minutes, but we get him relatively stick-free. Then I kick him out and continue my own shower.

"Trissy," Tobias croons to wake me up. I sit up and stick my tongue out at him. Today's the day Tobias wants to drive from Salt Lake City to Los Angeles without a break. That's nearly twelve hours.

We plan on each taking two three-hour drives, and relaxing and sleeping during the other person's "shifts." Tobias takes the first leg. I take the second. He takes the third, and I drive us to the motel we're staying in. We want to hang around L.A. for a day.

"Tobias," I murmur once we're cuddled up in the motel room. "Wanna go visit Alcatraz tomorrow? I think it'll be fun."

"Mmhmm," he mumbles, mostly asleep.

"Tobias," I say in a sing-song whisper.

"Hm," he grunts.

"I love you, Tobias."

"I love you, too." He wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer.