As you could already tell by the chapter title, this is more of a bonus chapter.

I have received some comments about how Tris and Four' relationship is not clear in some way and you can't really tell where they are at. In addition, some of you questioned why Tris even bothers to follow Four as she is madly in love with Eric. So after considering this for a long time, I decided to wedge in a quick chapter to add some kind of equilibrium between them, so that you as well as me, can be aware of where this story will go and understand what is actually going on xD

I didn't think that aspect of the story would matter so much, but obviously I can't move on if you guys are not happy with something.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Hopefully, it will tie a knot between Four and Tris (no, not marriage) and their relationship can sail away somewhere while we concentrate on more Eris ;)

She comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He seems to relax slightly. But the muscles in his arms are still tense, like he is preparing to attack someone. She sees his veins bulging out of his biceps. Her forehead presses against his back. She sighs.

Tris, Four and Caleb have arrived at Factionless twenty minutes ago. And so much has happened in those twenty minutes.

First of all, she found out that his mother was alive. Caleb was just as shocked as Tris was. They both attended her funeral as kids, and seeing her there, with one too many bracelets, freshly washed hair and black fingernails really sent them into turmoil. It was a shock. But what was more shocking was that Tobias never told Tris about her.

Now, that is a debatable conversation. She has lied to him. She is certain about that. But for a while, she has been positive that he would never lie to her. Or keep secrets from her. He let her inside his head, for Christ sakes. Those were his deepest secrets. Telling her about his mom wouldn't have shocked her as much if he told her earlier.

Nevertheless, she cannot be mad at him. She does not have that right. The whole point of being in a relationship is to be able to always be honest and committed and intimate. Tobias and Tris were not following those golden rules. They have shared a kiss. He told her what his fears are. And that was it.

It irritates Tris that he thinks something would happen between them. How can it? How can it ever? How can he not notice all these little faults? Or maybe he does notice them. But he chooses to ignore them. For her sake. For his sake. Because he wants to be with her.

She almost forgot about what had happened on the train on their way here. They were attacked. By Factionless. Fists stopped flying only when Four uttered his sacred name. That was the turning point. That was when Tris knew for sure that he was not even a bit Candor. Just like her.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," he whispers. Tris loosens her grip and steps back, watching as he turns to face her.

She shrugs one shoulder, hoping that that small gesture will tell him everything. It doesn't. She needs to talk.

"I didn't tell you certain things either," she replies, watching him smile sadly.

There is a long pause before he speaks again. In that pause, he opens his mouth twice and then shuts it. Tris holds her breath.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," he says.

She knows what he means. And it does not hurt her. He means it in a good way. If he hadn't kissed her, she wouldn't have considered starting something with him. She could have forced all her energy towards Eric, instead of relentlessly wondering what life would be like with Four.

"I love you-"

"Why would you say that?" she cuts him off, breaking eye contact. There is another long pause.

"Maybe I was hoping you would say it back," he answers.

Tris looks around the room for a moment, frowning at the smell of solid metal. It penetrates her mouth, flavouring her saliva metallic. Nothing like Amity. In Amity everything smelled like wood. Here, the smells remind her of everything that is wrong with the city.

She thinks that she sees a glistening in Four's eyes, but it might have been her own.

"It's not fair on you, Four," she whispers, looking down at their shoes.

She hears his mouth open. A sigh rushes past his lips. She prays that he wouldn't say another word. That at least they would agree on one thing. At least they would find a common ground.

He doesn't say anything. After the longest pause, there is still silence. And she is thankful for it.

"I need to find him," she declares, glancing up at his face, "It's always been him."

"He's with Erudite. He would have to hand you over-"

"That doesn't concern you-"

"If they find out that you are Divergent-"

"Four, it doesn't concern you-"

"No, it does. I will not let you be that stupid," the sudden raise of his voice makes her growl slightly. Are they really going to do this again?

"He will keep me safe," she bites her lip, knowing that for a fact, "I don't know, maybe we will hide out somewhere. Maybe he can leave Erudite. Fake his death. That's a popular option, right?"

Four furrows his eyebrows in the dark. Then he shakes his head, "I hope you know what you're doing, Tris."

"I know," she answers, way too fast, "Trust me, I know."