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Tobias's POV

I look blankly at the girl. She's small but something in the way she carries herself tells me she has the ability to protect me. I analyze the rest of her, the way I analyze everyone. She has blond hair that falls down well beyond her shoulders. It's partially wavy but neat. Her eyes are bright and blue and gray all at once, with the shine that only comes from a childish innocence, but they also have the severity of a Dauntless young adult. She doesn't have very much muscle, but the muscle she does have is obviously toned and strong. She has a plain face, and although she isn't gorgeous she isn't bad- looking- at all.

She returns my gaze and I wonder what she sees. Does she see the tall young man with dark eyes most people see? Does she see a wimp of a guy standing before her? Can she see the scars that line my arms? I pull my sleeves down and look at hers. She wears a large black hoodie, but peeking out from the sleeve of her left arm is some sort of tattoo, but I can't quite see what.

"Tobias, this is Tris," Max says. We bow our heads slightly to each other, and the gesture appears normal for her.

So at one point she was… Abnegation.

Her eyes open wide, and she appears to shake a thought from her mind, she steps forward and offers her hand. I slide my long hand into her small hand, the sensation of someone else's skin on mine creating a strange sensation spreading through me. I shake twice, not exactly sure if I'm performing the gesture correctly.

I can tell she's suppressing a slight smile, the same way I do at times, and I feel my eyes drift away from her as embarrassment of my failure to shake hands sets in.

"Okay, well, I've got to get back to the Dauntless compound," Max says, letting himself out.

As soon as he's gone, I invite Tris into the sitting room.

"So when is your father coming?" she asks.

"Probably tomorrow. I must warn you, he will act like a proper Abnegation around you. Just please, don't believe him," I say. She nods.

"What haven't you ever protected yourself before?" she asks.

I give a grim smile, "I'm not as strong as my posture would probably portray, and it would be selfish to try to hurt him."

"You're too Abnegation," she says honestly to me, "there's a difference between protecting yourself and fighting to hurt someone."

I nod. "I guess." But I can't, I think.

"You want me to teach you?" she asks. "While I'm here we could work on some strength and protection stuff. You have enough build to make some real improvement in a few weeks." I feel a rush of pride at her words, and the idea of being strong and brave like her is definitely appealing. I suppose that's my Divergence kicking in- the part of me that could have been Dauntless. But the Abnegation part of me had taken over at the last second at the Choosing Ceremony- and I chose to stay.

I have never regretted anything more.

I nod, "I would like that."

"Okay, well go change," she says. "Something you can work in." She pulls off her own sweatshirt revealing a closely fitted black tank top and smooths out her baggy black sweatpants as she stands up. She kicks off her shoes, and I head upstairs.

I find a pair of gray athletic shorts that reach down to my knees, and pull off my robe to reveal my gray undershirt. Self- consciously, I feel my arm and stomach muscles- they are there, and slightly defined, but still soft and definitely not part of a Dauntless physique.

I walk down the stairs and Tris is waiting for me. "Okay, let's get started," she says, and I walk over awkwardly.

So I think I will be switching between POVs from now on. I hope you liked it and as always I'd love it if you R&R!