Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm going to keep this short and sweet so we can get on with the story. So I might be kind of behind on posting because my brother is leaving for college in two days (Thursday) and I'm doing family stuff with him. I will be writing whenever I have a chance so hopefully there won't be too much of a delay. Thanks!

-Elise (Daisydot227)

DISCLAIMER: I repeat! I DO NOT own Divergent or any of the characters. Our mighty ruler Veronica Roth does...

Chapter 5:

Four's POV:

Abnegation? Really? Of all the factions, you had to save the girl from Abnegation…

I stood awkwardly next to her, scolding myself for being so foolish. Of course, it wasn't my fault. I had assumed that with her attitude, she might be Dauntless, or even Candor at the very least. Never would I think that such a law-abiding Abnegation girl would talk that way. I thought wrong.

I mean, it's not like she was UGLY or anything. Actually, she was quite pretty. Her long blonde hair framed her pale face perfectly, and her grey clothes made it easier to focus on her striking blue eyes…

The train whistle brought me back from my thoughts. She had already started towards the tracks, like she had ridden a train a thousand times. As she drew nearer to the train, she faltered, and looked back at me. I seized her hand and started to run, pulling her behind me.

I let go in order to leap on to the train car. She was still running, too scared to try and jump.

"Come on!" I yelled, my voice getting lost in the wind. "Just jump!" I reached out my hand again, and she strained to reach it. The train was pulling ahead. If she didn't jump now, she would be left behind. I held my breath as she took two running steps and leaped as far as she could. I pulled on her hand, and she tumbled into my arms.

We ended up with me facing the open train car door, our arms wrapped around each other, with her face in my chest. My nose was buried in her hair, which smelled like soap and flowers. I held on to her tightly until I felt her squirm underneath my grasp, and I released her.

Beatrice's POV:

When he let me go, I retreated far back into the car, and slid down floor, my back resting against the wall.

Four sat against the wall opposite me, one leg stretched out, the other bent, his arm slung casually over his knee.

"You know, you never told me your name," he said slyly. I glared at him, annoyed. How dare he make me ride this hell-beast of a machine, and then have the nerve to try and start a conversation?

"Beatrice," I spat. He cocked his head, as if thinking.

"You know, I hate that name," he said.

"Gee, thanks."

"No, no. I mean for you," he explained. "It doesn't suit you. I like Tris better."

I thought about it. He was right, Beatrice was so boring, so… Abnegation. Tris sounded brave and daring and wild, everything I wanted to be.

"Tris. I think I like it too. But how about you? Four can't really be your name, can it?" I asked.

"No, it's not really my name. It's a nickname," he replied, gazing out the open train door.

"So what's your real name?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he kept staring out the door, looking at the setting sun. It was close to being completely set, its last few rays sending off a golden light, dancing through the dark car. After a few minutes, he spoke again.

"We should get off now. You ready?" He said, offering a hand to help me stand up. I nodded and got to my feet. Four put his hand on my shoulder, and told me to jump off when he counted to three.

1…2…3… I pushed off the train, and landed hard on my shoulder, rolling through the wet grass. I sat up, and a few feet away was Four. I got up quickly, and walked over to him. He stood up as well, and I looked around.

There was nothing special, really. We were in the marshes, with a forest to the right of us. It was too dark to see much, so I looked to Four to tell me where we were going.

Without a word, he started walking through the knee high grass, in the direction of what looked more like a field. I pushed my way through the grass, watching my step. My foot caught in a hole and I seized Four's hand. He looked back and cocked an eyebrow, and I let go, my face hot.

"Where are we going?" I asked after trudging through the grass for what seemed like forever.

"It's just up ahead, keep going," he replied without looking back.

When we finally broke through the marshy grass and reached the field, Four stopped. I could see what looked like a huge object in the center of it.

"What is that?" I asked in awe. Four moved to the base of it and started pushing buttons and pulling levers.

"A Ferris Wheel. It was left here abandoned, when I found it during Dauntless initiation," he said looking up.

"Does it still work?"

"It doesn't turn, but it still lights up," he replied, and he pulled another lever. Suddenly, light bulbs started to illuminate, starting at the base of the wheel and spreading out on either side, working their way upward. Finally, the whole wheel was lit up with hundreds of bulbs.

"That's incredible. I wonder what's it's like up there," I breathed.

"I've never been to the top. Like I said, it doesn't turn anymore," he informed me. I gaped at him.

"You mean you've known about it all this time and you've never tried to get up there?" I said in wonderment. Four looked at the ground.

"Well, I've never really- What are you doing?" He said, watching me run towards the Ferris Wheel and grab hold of the first rung.

"Climbing up. Come on!" I yelled, and Four slowly started to follow me. I ignored the pain in my shoulder and kept climbing. I sat down on top of one of the carriages when I reached the peak and Four sat down next to me.

I glanced over at him and saw that his face had turned pale.

"You're afraid of heights," I realized, and he stared at me. Then he began to nod.

"Yeah, I am. But I try to get over it," Four muttered quietly. That reminded me of what Caleb had said.

"You don't always have to be brave, Four," I told him. Four looked at me quizzically.

"Yeah, see how that works in Dauntless. We aren't all from god-fearing Abnegation," he said ruefully. I clamped my mouth shut and felt hot tears come into my eyes. Then his hand touched my shoulder.

"Look, I didn't mean that, Tris. I really didn't, okay?" he said softly, his other hand moving my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, I know. We can't all be submissive sheep. Who all live in the same GOD DAMN dead-end job everyday for the rest of our lives! We can't all be," I spat, facing away from him.

"Tris," he started. I didn't look at him.

"Tris." He said again.

"Tris look at me," he pleaded, and used his hand to turn my face to him.

"You wouldn't get it, but I understand too," he said softly. "I do." I felt his lips press to mine, and my anger melted away slowly. It was replaced by a giddy feeling, but that was replaced by panic.

What was I doing? I barely knew this guy, and he was from Dauntless! I couldn't be involved with a member outside my faction. I pulled away quickly, and my sudden movement caused me to slide off the carriage top. I flailed around, and blindly grabbed at rungs. I felt my hand wrap around cool metal, and I gently climbed down.

The rest of the train ride home was in silence. We both jumped off the train and stood on the empty platform. He was standing in the circle of light that came from the streetlamp. His shoulders were hunched forward, with his head hanging down, and his hands in his pockets.

I felt bad. I liked him. I really did, and I felt awful for panicking. I had messed everything up. He lifted his head, and looked at me.

"Well… goodbye," he said slowly. I took two steps forward, and stood on my toes, and kissed him.

Heeheehe! That was fun to write. Hopefully you enjoyed it too! Thanks for reading and please review!

-Elise (Daisydot227)