Things could have gone differently with Tris's drills and directly after. This was one of there options that I wrote up.

His hands found her hips when she turned to face him. His warmth clouded her thoughts, replacing her objective arguments with recent memories. She leaned into him, her forehead against his collarbone and her one free hand wrapping around his waist."I like this version of you being angry." He teased, kissing the top of her forehead. She pushed at him playfully and sighed. "Well, let me have it. What did I do this time?"

"I'm not going to be ready for initiation." She stated. "Amar wasn't sure that they'd give me another option. I'd have to do it still injured. I'd have to fight without being able to defend myself."

"Tris, you wouldn't be helpless. You're a good fighter and whatever batch of kids we get, the transfers won't know a thing. We could pair you with transfers."

"So you'll rig my fights, make it look like I'm a coward, I'm weak. Not to mention the favoritism."

"I'm not putting you in with Dauntless-born. That's just not going to happen."

"Right, so I can't do initiation." He stared back at her, mouthing out worthless retorts. "And if I can't do initiation, then…"

"You haven't even had the surgery, yet. You don't know what you're capable of doing." Tris started to argue, and he tried to stop her, to calm her and make her think with his fingers on her lips. He wasn't prepared for her to rip his hand away, pushing back from him.

"Let me talk. I'm not going to get pummeled into the mat for three weeks. I'll be ranked last. Ridiculed. There's no way they won't think you aren't doing me favors. It's the worst idea they could have come up with, and I'm not doing it."

"So, you're giving up?"

She turned and addressed him a hardness in her voice that he didn't expect. "No, Four. I'm taking a stand. I don't need a faction to be strong. I don't need one to know who I am or what I want to do with my life. I certainly don't need one that sees me as weak for what I did to save everyone in the city. And I'm not suffering for weeks o have the life I want. Because you're right. I have a good job, a nice place to live, a cushy life for being factionless. And that's a blessing."

"So this is it? You're done? You're just going to walk away from everything you worked for?" He wanted to add 'from me' but couldn't bring it out of his throat.

"Four, you know where I'll be. You know how I feel. What you do is your decision, but I'm not walking away. I don't belong here anymore." She touched his cheek, looking sadder when he leaned into the warmth of her palm, his hand covering hers.

"Just take a minute and really think about it. Make that list Christina was talking about. It's more than just a job or a faction. All you're friends are here, I'm here." It was the closest to begging he'd been in years. Tris stared at him blankly before stepping past him into the hallway and out towards the first train stop. Christina had been waiting in the hall, hearing just the loudest portions of their conversation and she quickly fell in step with Tris. Four followed at a slight distance, stalking her and hoping to have more time to convince her.

Arriving at the stop, she turned on him, ready to shout at him for following her. He was closer than she estimated, right on top of her, his arms still careful not to hurt her. He kissed her. He kissed her without caring that Christina was just feet away or that she didn't seem to want to be kissed. Deep down, he could be selfish and spiteful and all the horrible ugly things that accompanied jealousy in his personality. He wanted her to feel what she was leaving behind. He needed it to hurt her as much as it would hurt him when she stepped on the train. She had to spend the night crying and reconsidering. Tobias made her to feel everything he did all the longing and the doubt. They would both be cold and empty once she stepped on the train.

Tris pushed back against his chest, and for the first time, he forced her to stay with an in movable grip on her body. And she eventually relaxed and her lips reciprocated, a final goodbye if that's what he wanted. A painful pit in her chest hallowed out her lungs as she contemplated that she'd never be kissed like this again. Who would ever know her like he did?