I'm BAAACCKK sorry for the last A/N I was feeling bad after reading the author of Beautifully Damageds bio, that's a shitty excuse but here's the next chapter. I don't own Divergent, Beautifully Damaged but I do own the plot from here on I'm taking my own spin on the story... ready? Go.

I awoke with a coughing fit that made my throat scratch until I was sure I was going to bleed in the walls of my throat. Pressure built in the bridge of my nose, I had a headache and my limbs felt like lead.

When my mind caught up with the rest of me I noticed someone had strapped a fog machine to my face, the mask steamed my nose and mouth with temporary relief I knew well as a child. The gas tasted sour but my lungs weren't bursting when I sole steady gulps from the tubes.

"Your awake" The voice is relieved, deep and male. I look over to see deep blue eyes clouded over with worry. His mouth relaxes from its place pressed in a straight line.

"I was going to take you to the hospital but Christina told me you would rather die" He told me, Four usually looked carefree, the perfect image of a playboy, now though? He looked scared, vulnerable. Not weak, he couldn't look weak if he tried.

I sat up out of nothing but pure stubbornness, my legs felt handicapped and my arms shook from the small amount of exertion.

"Don't" He murmured halfway through my transition to sit up I clenched my jaw, I dis not need coaxing, that's what people tried after the... the accident. I needed reality, a slap in the face to wake me up.

With trembling hands I removed the mask and breathed the fresh air. I was not in my burnt apartment, or anywhere familiar. It was a painted black room with Fear God Alone written in red paint on the wall. I shifted my hips and found that I was on a water bed.

Fours apartment.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice was deep and scratchy from the smoke I have inhaled. Four it a shaking hand on my lap, which was covered in silk black sheets.

"You went in to the fire to get pictures of your family, you fainted and I brought you here" He told me. I nodded and closed my eyes. Four wouldn't want me here long, no guy outside of my family would want me to stay with them for long.

"I have a credit card in my purse I'll borrow money from Uri or Zeke and I'll be out of here by tomorrow" I said shaking.

FOUR POV

Was she insinuating that she was leaving?

"Why?" I asked despite myself she rubbed her eyes.

"I was dumb as hell to go into a burning apartment I'm not going to cramp your style Beacuse I needed my families memorials" She said. I furrowed my eyebrows, right off the bat I knew she was brave, daring even. I saw a bit of self depreciation in her layer of bravado- even intelligence. I hadn't seen selflessness to the point past self preservation though.

"No" I said firmly. She caused herself slight lung damage and she's worried about 'cramping' my style? A style I lost desire for completely when I saw her that first time at the bar?

"I could try to get out tonight? It-" I cut her off by shaking my head.

"No your staying right here, tonight and every other night until you get better or your apartment gets fixed? I'm not turning you out Beacuse of a social life" I have never brought another girl into my home before, she didn't know that I've surpassed every boundary I had with other girls and I haven't let my gaze linger down her body yet.

"Why would you let me stay here?" She asked confused. Had she never had a mm extend the first of their home to them?

"Tris"

"Four" I hated that name from her lips, it gave me no satisfaction being machinist toward her, I ran a hand throughout my black hair.

"Don't call me that" I snapped she poured her lips, he face was pale but not ashen, more fair. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

"What do I call you?" She asked.

"Tobias- Tobias Eaton" Snap, another boundary broken.

"Tobias" It gave me a rush of euphoria just hearing my name roll off of he soft lips. She bites her bottom lip.

"I have no social life I don't want you to feel anchored Beaucuse I never go out" She told me, I shook my head.

"No" I said stubbornly. "Your staying here. I don't bring anything home" My eyes widen when I realize I just admitted to her being the first girl I've brought home. She looks confused, then flushes and looks down.

"I've never been in a boys bed before" She offered I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Your a virgin?" I asked, now not only was a beautiful woman in my house, but a beautiful untouched woman.

"That obvious?" She cracks I roll my eyes and she blushes hotly.

"That's a yes?" I asked she nodded and I felt an urge to kiss her, not to do anything other than kiss her- softly on the lips.

"Only Beacuse of Zeke" She muttered, Somthing about her tone was off.

"What do you mean?" I asked she looked away from my gaze that held her.

"You want to hear how my family died?" Her voice is empty I slide to sit next to her on the bed. We were almost close enough to touch.

"If you could tell me" I wanted her to open up to me.

"My brother Caleb was at a academic fair with my aunt" The aunt she hated for hurting her cousin- which showed character. "My parents were home and I decided to walk, harmless except anything can go wrong where I lived. A group of thugs tried to..." She stumbles over the word- we go the know what she means.

"I ran home after Zeke heard my screams for help." She shakes her head.

"One followed me, Eric was his name, and a sidekick named Peter. They tried to carry on what they considered a gangbanging but my mother shot one in the head, I think it was Eric. Peter shot my mother and my brother shot Peter who got him in between their eyes" She sighs and looks up to me.

"Does that make me a freak?" Her voice is like an angel, not nasally but not too deep. Her eyes are wide and blue grey. I lean closer to look at her up close. She didn't have makeup clogging every pore, she was beautiful from every angle.

"Your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, inside and out. It disgusts me to no end to think that you don't see it" I speak exactly what I'm thinking.

Our lips are close now, close enough that when I speak in her ear my lips brushed her flushed cheek.

For moment she doesn't move. I'm sure that I just ruined whatever chance I had- which couldn't have even been that big right? She deserved someone legal, possibly a doctor or a government official. Not an underground fighter with a reputation that could make a housewife or a casual mother to faint.

I don't notice that I'm ranting about my thoughts until she turns me cheek sharply so my mouth clamps shut.

"Of that's what you think" She shakes her head letting me know that it's not right. "Then- then every beauty needs a beast" I look at her for a moment- shocked by her eloquence- hell I'm shocked by her existence.

Then- like every guys dream she moves closer to me, her small body pushes closely to my large one, her eyes search mine.

And then she kisses me.

Her kiss isn't hungry, it isn't demanding it doesn't make me feel like a piece of ass, but it's not chaste either. She wraps her legs around my waist and her hands run up my hair, knotting in it, I'm beyond glad that I let it grow out as I move to lay on her.

None of my weight depends on her as I lift myself up on my elbows.

My tounge begs for entrance and she opens her mouth with a small moan. It drives me crazy.

When we break I can't help but stare at her. Her lips are swollen and parted slightly and her back is arched, her eyes closed.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, I haven't had an actual girlfriend before, hook ups- plenty, one night stands galore- but never a girlfriend.

"Yes"