Tobias. The name repeats itself in my head over and over again. I know that I've heard it before. It's like something is triggering in me, like with the memory of the attack and Four…Tobias coming to my rescue. But the string is dangling too far out that I can't tug on it to get me the complete memory. I can't figure out why I know the name or what it means to me. But the memory is playing on repeat in the back of my mind. How could I forget something like that? It doesn't make any sense to me how an event that big could just be wiped clean. Could it be the trauma of the event that made me forget? How much trauma have I been through? How much could I have forgotten? Is there more to what Tobias has said that could be true? He said that our relationship wasn't the way that I remember it. That he didn't make my life miserable. But if that's the case, then why do I see it that way? Why am I so intimidated by him?

I leave the Pit at the end of the day, escaping from the probing dark blue eyes that have confused me for the entire morning. I hear him call out after me, and hearing my name on his lips causes my body to tingle again. The sensations makes it hard to breathe. But I continue forward, practically running up the steps to the cafeteria. I stop in the hallway just outside the doors because I see Al sitting with Christina and Will. And I don't know what to do.

I had been so looking forward to talking to him and in complete shock that Al was alive and here and I couldn't believe it. But now? I have the memory, and I know what he did to me. Or rather, what he tried to do. I know why he jumped, but it's not my fault. I can't walk in there and pretend like everything is okay between us because…it's not. He's still Al, and even though he's here and alive…with no explanation, I can't bring myself to forgive him. Everyone gets scared now and again, but that doesn't mean you team up with one of the most sadistic guys in the bunch and try to kill the person you call a friend. Life doesn't work that way. At least, that's not how I was raised in Abnegation.

"Tris?"

I look up and see Tobias coming toward me, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, his eyes wary. "Are you going in for dinner?"

I swallow, not sure of my plan. I glance back at the table and see that Al has now spotted me, a boyish grin on his face. He's waving me toward them, and Christina is looking at me, with a raised eyebrow.

"Does she know?" I ask, my voice quiet, unable to tear my eyes from her.

"About what Al did?" Tobias asks.

I nod, my voice caught in my throat.

"Yes."

I let out a breath. "What do I do?" I ask. "I can't sit there. I can't even…think about being next to him." I lift my arm and see goosebumps. "Look at this. Bodies don't react this way unless you're scared."

"Fear is not the only emotion that your body reacts to," he says, his voice low.

And I feel it down to the soles of my feet. I take in a shaky breath, because my body has already reacted to his voice and where he's standing. I have taken a step toward him, my eyes on his face, my teeth biting down on my lower lip. What am I doing? What is going on?"

"I think I'll have to skip dinner tonight," I say quietly. "Or all meals."

"You're going to stop eating just to avoid Al?"

"I don't see any other way around it."

There is a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You don't have to stop eating because you're scared, Tris. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would you make that promise?"

"Because I care about you."

I stiffen. "What?"

"Surely you must have figured that out by now," he says. "If you haven't, I'm obviously not doing a very good job."

"A good job at what?"

"Flirting." He reaches up and brushes my hair behind my ear. My body feels like it catches fire at his touch. I am almost panting at this point. "Stay here, I'll go get us some food."

I watch him go, my mouth completely open. I probably look like an idiot. I want answers. I want to know why my body reacts to him touching me the way that it does. What does that even mean? I've never done anything like this before. I've never even been kissed! But he's going to get us food! What? Why? I glance around to see who's around, and I stiffen when I see Peter coming toward me. I take a step back.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Hello Tris," Peter says with a grin.

Even before the memory taking up every part of my mind, I was terrified of the boy from Candor who beat me to a pulp on the training mat. And now? It's about a million times worse.

"No seriously, what do you want?"

"I'm here for food" He says. "Why aren't you in there?"

"I'm not hungry."

Tobias comes out carrying two trays full of food, but stops short when he sees the two of us standing there.

"Either Four is starving or you're just a bad liar."

"Can I help you, Peter?"

Peter glances at Tobias and his eyes narrow. "No," he says. "Absolutely not. I just heard a rumor…and I'm glad to see that it's true."

"Which rumor would that be?" I ask him, lifting my chin ever so slightly.

"The rumor that you've lost your memories."

"What?" That doesn't make sense. Why would a rumor like that even spread? Who would even say that? "That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" he asks. "So you remember that the two of us used to date?"

My eyes widen. "What are you talking about?" I demand. "I would never date you!"

Peter's grin gets wider. "We've definitely dated," he says. "The things we used to do…"

"Stop!" I shout at him. "Stop it!"

He can't be serious, can he? Or is this another situation like the phantom memory? Oh god, I feel like I'm going to be sick. I don't wait for him to say anything else. I run down the hallway for my room and lock the door behind me. This is so messed up. I don't know what's going on…this is completely insane! I jump when there's a knock on the door.

"Go away!"

"Tris, it's me."

I never would have expected the sound of Tobias's voice to send such soothing vibrations through me. I open the door and he's ditched the trays of food and is just staring down at me with an expression on his face that's like he can look into my soul. I throw my arms around him and bury my face into his neck and soft gasp escaping my lips when his arms wrap tightly around me. I don't want to let him go, especially not when it feels like I fit perfectly against him. And with that though, I move to withdraw my arms, but his grip tightens.

"No," he murmurs into my hair. "Not yet."

"Please," I tell him. "We have to talk."

He sighs and lets go of me, and I take a step back, pushing my door for him to step inside. And I feel butterflies fly violently inside of my stomach as he steps inside. I shut the door and I chew on my lower lip.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone," I say, moving to the bed and tucking in the comforter and sitting down. "It's kind of a mess."

"This is fine," he says sitting down next to me. "What did you want to talk about?"

I shrug and take a breath. "Okay. What was Peter talking about?"

He stiffens noticeably.

"What?"

"Well…"

"Peter said something about me losing my memories," I say. "And I want to know what he was talking about."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you to tell me what he meant."

He nods, letting out a breath.

And then he looks at me.

A/N: Someone said something about wanting a bit of Four's POV when he was the one with the missing memories. So here ya go!

I'm standing in the Pit surrounded by initiates. Candor, Amity, and Erudite. Just the one Amity though, which doesn't surprise me at all. That faction is much too happy to have anyone transfer to Dauntless. Hell, if I could have lived in the whole "go with happiness" ideals that they lead at the edge of the city, I probably would have gone for it. But I couldn't, and besides I needed to get away from Marcus and learn to protect myself. I glance at the entrance of the Pit, and silently curse. Tris was supposed to be down here fifteen minutes ago. Now I'm just standing here looking like a complete ass because I can't really start the whole thing if both trainers aren't here. And then I see her, practically running down toward us, and something changes in her features when she sees me. I turn back to the group to start my spiel when she whispers my name. My actual name. How the fuck does she know that? She shouldn't know that. No one know that.

So I turn to glare at her, making her shut up as I look at the initiates and give the instructions. I keep my eyes forward, narrowed, as I do my best to keep my tone even. But I can't stop wondering how she knew to call me Tobias. When I'm finished, and the initiates have started whispering to themselves, I look at her, my eyes still narrowed. "Take them to the dorms."

She looks at me, a gasp escaping her lips and I want to know where she's been this morning. And I'm about to ask her when she says my name again.

"Don't ever call me that," I snap at her. "Take them to the dorms."

I storm out of the Pit and head up toward the main part of the building. I start to head for the cafeteria because I know that's where Christina is going to meet me.

I'm sitting at the table when Christina and Tris show up. God, what does she want now? She keeps her eyes away from me, and I have to admit that I'm pretty grateful for that. There's something about her eyes this morning that's starting to throw me, making me uncomfortable.

"Hey," I say to Christina, giving her my best, focused smile.

I start to eat, pretty much tuning out whatever Christina is saying because most of the time it's not really anything that pertains to me. She keeps up the chatter with Tris, who doesn't seem to be paying any attention either. She brings up the group and my entire body tenses when Christina says the Stiff. I can't help but notice out of the corner of my eye that Tris does too. Sometimes I forget that we were ever from the same faction before. It's strange to know that we could have crossed paths. I see Peter coming down toward the table and I feel an overwhelming feeling of disdain in my gut. I have always hated Peter Hayes, but now that he's sitting across from me, the feeling has definitely intensified.

And then…he kisses her. He kisses Tris and she lets him. Why shouldn't she let him kiss her? I mean, word has it they're dating, right? I swallow what anger I can and glare down at my plate. Why am I angry that they're kissing? I shouldn't even care. This is the girl that I didn't even want to do training with, but somehow not? I'm not quite following the train of thought in my mind. It's not really making any sense right now. None of this eyes.

I follow Tris out of the cafeteria, luckily not being stopped by anyone and I see her crying. And seeing her cry tears through me. I stop short and I clench my fists trying to get a hold of my emotions. I told her not to call me Four, but that name coming from her lips sounds wrong. It doesn't fit, not with her and I can't figure out the reason why.

When she tells me about Marcus, I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my chest and I can barely breathe as I stare at her, her eyes wide on her face, staring up at me with tears on her cheeks. How can she know what's in my fear landscape? I've never told anyone, because I don't need anyone associating me with Marcus Eaton. I left that life a long, long, time ago. So I tell her that she must be wrong, because that seems like the only explanation. So she gets up and begins to walk away from me.

And that…is the last thing that I want.