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"Alright initiates! Back to the training room, playtimes over." My brothers voice is loud, and commanding. I wonder how a person can change so much in two years.

We trail as a small uncoordinated group back through the pit, to the training room where we had been situated this morning. Only this time we are lead to the far side of the room. The fighting side.

"Gather round, people!" Tris shouts indicating to the large fighting ring in the centre of the room.

My brother is stood in the centre of the ring, he is no longer wearing his jacket revealing each of his perfectly toned muscles, and the tattoo creeping up from the hem of his t-shirt. What happened to the skinny boy, who used to help old ladies carry their shopping?

"I'm just going to demonstrate some basic moves, before you have a go yourselves. Listen up I'm only going to show you once!" I notice that Tris has joined my brother in the fighting ring, a small smirk playing on her lips.

10 minutes later Tris has been thrown to the floor 15 different times using 15 different methods, and I am beginning to see the joke. "So thats the basic moves if you've got a bit of muscle. However there are ways in which Tris can use her small body to her advantage, so don't be put off."

My Brother takes a step back allowing Tris a full scope of his body. Nothing happens for a few moments until she lunges unexpectedly forward knocking full weight into his kneecaps, causing him to stagger backwards slightly losing his balance for a moment. Using this advantage Tris kicks out her leg into his crotch so hard it makes my eyes water just watching. Tobias grunts slightly, eyes bulging leaving Tris a practically lifeless body to push easily to the floor and sit on grinning.

A stunned silence echoes around the room for a brief moment, before the entire room breaks out into cheers. "Go Tris!" Claudia calls from beside me clapping her hands together excitedly.

Tris hops up quickly brushing imaginary dust from her workout top, and taking a polite bow. "Right pair up, find a mat and get practicing."

As we disperse I notice her extending an arm to help a practically immobile Four to his feet. "I'm never having children. Like ever. You've officially rendered me infertile." It was a joke but his voice was laced with such pain, it was hardly funny.

Tris scoffs pushing his stomach lightly. "You'll be fine, dear. You did allow me to use whatever method I wanted so it's hardly surprising."

"Hey Jane, are we practicing or what?" Claudia's voice tears me away from their conversation, and back to my own reality.

"Right."

0o0o

The remainder of the afternoon passes surprisingly quickly, and uneventfully. We run through

only the simplest moves in mock, before we are sent away to practice for training tomorrow.

Later on that evening around half an hour before dinner me, Claudia and Brianna find ourselves sat with Jonathan the red headed Amity, and Robert a kind faced Candor.

"How exactly do you know Four? Cuz you sat by him this morning at breakfast, and thats not a normal instructor thing." Jonathan asks me, when the five of us have exhausted all possible points of conversation.

I sigh, a long deep breath that vibrates my lips as it pushes past them. "He's my brother." I reply matter of factly shrugging my shoulders.

"Wait, Four is from Abnegation?" Robert doesn't even try to hide the shock from his voice. Shock that a good fighter could be a Stiff.

"Yeah? He's not an Abnegation now though, clearly." I finish the conversation with a pointed glare in the two boys direction daring them to keep talking.

They don't.

o0o0

Later that evening when the rest of my initiate class is sleeping, I find myself slipping through the black cloaked hallways of the Dauntless compound searching for for compartment 401.

It only takes a few minutes to find the black painted door with the correct silver numbering on it. Surprisingly enough it is wedged right in between compartments 400 and 402.

I extend my arm to knock twice on the wooden door, each tap making a hollow clunking sound.

"What?" My brother grunts from the other side of the door. Eloquent as always.

"It's Jane!"

The door swings open creaking on its slightly rusted hinges, revealing a slightly disheveled Tobias Eaton. Dressed in only black sweats his hair sticking up at odd angles.

"Alright Jane?"

"That depends, do you frequently walk around wearing minimal clothing?" I ask smiling at him innocently.

"Well generally, yes at 10 o'clock at night in my own apartment, how about you?" My brother drawls sarcastically stepping back to let me into his messy apartment.

Tobias' apartment is a large, relatively bare room, with a small bathroom as the only add-on. In the corner of the room there is a scruffily made double bed, which has clearly been slept in on both sides.

"You live here with Tris then?"

"Yeah, how'd you know that?"

"Well generally boys don't wear pants like that." I gesture towards the pink lacy pants poking out of one of the bedside drawers. "Also the showers running, and you're not in it so…"

"You're sense of logic, is absolutely outstanding, Jane." My brother offer me a sarcastic smile. "Anyway are you here for a reason or just for fun?"

"Do I need an excuse to see my brother?"

Four offers me a pointed look which has 'I know you've done something' over it.

"I might have told some more initiates that we're siblings." I divert my eyes from my brothers own accusing glare.

"How many people are you going to tell that I'm an Abnegation transfer, exactly? Just so I know who thinks I'm a weak little Stiff." He's angry, all the joke has left his voice and his tone is cold and hostile.

"No-one thinks you're weak Tobias," I frown pointing to his shirtless body. "I mean.."

"You know exactly what I mean Jane." He huffs prodding me in the arm. "Anyway I'm going to see how much longer Tris is going to be."

Upon receiving my absent minded nod, he saunters off to the closed bathroom door. After watching him slip in, I decide now would be an appropriate time to have a good nose around his large apartment.

After looking around his incredibly uninteresting apartment for nearly 4 minutes, something catches my eye. A crisp white envelope envelope with a familiar cursive script hand printed on the front.

With a backward glance to the room my brother just disappeared into I lean over and grab the already opened envelope. When I pull the enclosed paper out I find a page long handwritten letter inside it reading:

Dear Tobias,

I know it has been an awfully long time since we spoke last, and you among others are under the illusion that I passed away giving birth to your younger sister (please pass this message to her when you have read it.) However I am writing to inform you that I am in fact alive and living amongst the factionless. I hope you understand why I left and why I could not write to you -or your sister- until now. I could not live under Marcus' reign of terror for a day longer,and I hoped he would be a bit kinder to children than he ever was to me. I am truly sorry if he hurt you.

Please give me a chance to explain myself and we can start over like proper family. Call me at 0780467753423, and we can arrange to meet.

Give me a chance Tobias I miss you.

Much Love,

Evelyn.

My heart is thumping so loud I can hear the echo of it's rhythmic pump. I have my Mothers number, finally I have a Mother.

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