Author's Note: Hello everyone! First, I want to say that I COMPLETELEY screwed up that last chapter when Tris was talking to Four. I missed putting some dialogue there and when Four asks her to come with him it's absolutely out of the blue. I'm not really going to go back and change it because it's not that big of a deal but I just wanted you all to know that. Second, thank you to everyone who is reviewing, please keep it coming! Thanks!

-Elise (Daisydot227)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Divergent or any of the characters (well, duh...) all credit goes to Veronica Roth.

Chapter 4: The Person at the Platform

Four's POV:

I sat on the train, feeling the cool night air rush by. I could see in the distance, the exact thing I wanted to show that girl, whoever she was. Who was she?

I didn't know why I wanted to show her it. I could sometimes be so… impulsive. But that girl, she seemed different. After all, she had enough spunk to sass me two minutes after almost dying. I had to give her credit for that.

I could barely see her in the darkness, just the faint outline of a delicate figure. She seemed so small, so fragile, and I kind of wanted to protect her. To make sure nothing bad happened. I didn't want to just let her go home without anyone else. I guess that's why I offered to show her something, anything, to keep her from leaving. She was special.

Yeah, she was.

Beatrice's POV:

As soon as the door to my house slammed shut I marched right upstairs and into the hallway. I slid open the door that hid my only mirror and gazed into it.

I hardly recognized the person who stared back at me. Some of my hair had escaped my bun and was tangled crazily around my face. All of my skin was deathly pale, except for the apples of my cheeks, which were bright red from wind burn. Or perhaps embarrassment. No, it wasn't my appearance that I didn't recognize. It was the look in my eye.

Of course, I rarely saw myself, but when I did catch a glimpse from time to time, I always saw a shy, humble, Abnegation girl as my reflection. But this Beatrice, she looked wild, daring, defiant, almost. And I kind of liked it. My mind drifted back to the offer of that guy, Four, to meet him tomorrow. Maybe I would.

As my mind went back to the mirror, I felt guilty for defying the laws of my chosen faction. The defiant look faded away and the energy I had left me. I went back to being the obedient girl I had decided to be.

I slid the door back over the mirror quietly, and went to bed.

It was 6:45 when I finally left work the next day. Marcus had given me extra paperwork to make up for the fact that I hadn't finished my report on the railroad tracks.

I stood outside on the concrete sidewalk, shifting my feet on the uneven ground.

You should go, I thought. What's the worst that could happen?

He could not show up, and I would look like a fool.

Yeah, but no one would even be there. Go.

I checked my watch again. It would take half an hour by bus to get there. What's the worst that could happen?

When I stepped off the bus, the sun was starting to fade in the sky. The platform was empty, except for one person who stood slouched against the one of the light posts.

As I grew closer, I saw the person was wearing the black clothes of Dauntless. Of course, only a Dauntless would be at the train tracks.

He glanced in my direction, but didn't move as I sat down on the waiting bench. I flinched when I heard the train whistle, but I calmed down. It's just a train. Relax.

I saw the train grow closer, but the Dauntless guy didn't move. That was weird. What was he waiting for? I checked my watch: 7:23. If that Four dude didn't show up soon, I was leaving.

The other guy looked at me again.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, in a deep voice that sounded familiar. Where had I heard it?

"Yeah. Some for some guy named Four. He's supposed to be here soon," I replied, gripping the bench with my hands. The guy's face flashed with surprise and recognition. I noticed his hair. It was cut like the Abnegation.

"Four?" I blurted out. "You're Dauntless?" He nodded slowly.

"You're from Abnegation, I wouldn't be judging," he spit defensively.

"No, no. It's just… your hair," I stuttered. He reached up self-consciously and touched it.

"Old habits die hard, I guess," he said quietly. I wondered what that meant. In the setting sunlight, I could finally see him entirely. He was wearing a black t-shirt and darkwash jeans. His short hair was dark brown, and he wore black sneakers. He looked…

"Handsome," I breathed.

"What?" He asked, his deep gaze staring at me. "Nothing," I replied quickly.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to go with him, now that I knew he was Dauntless. He answered my question by putting his hand lightly on my shoulder.

"Are you coming? The train is going to be here again in another minute." He stared at me. I dumbly nodded my head.

He smiled, and I felt a lot better.

"Good."

And chapter 4 is done! So what is it that Four wants to show Tris? Hmmm... We will have to see! Thanks for reading and please review!

-Elise (Daisydot227)