*Three updates in one day! Wow. I'm really on a roll. Well, here's Chapter 3, from Tobias' POV, like I promised! Enjoy!*

Chapter 3

Tobias POV

Leaving Bee was one of the hardest things Tobias ever had to do. He couldn't even make eye contact with her on Choosing day. He couldn't bear to watch the excitement on her face fade to horror, or even worse, complete disappointment and devastation knowing it was all his fault.

Beatrice was the reason Tobias wanted to stay. She was the only thing holding him to Abnegation, but after his test, after getting abused by his father his whole life, he just couldn't stay. He didn't even fit in there, he wasn't selfless enough—it was something he and Bee talked about all the time. How neither of them belonged. Tobias could only hope that Beatrice understood. A small part of him even hoped that she might follow him to Dauntless.

But he couldn't ask that of her. There was a part of him that was ashamed to be in Dauntless after being so cowardly to not even tell Beatrice his plan. He really had planned on telling her, that was why he wanted the previous night to be so special. He wanted to make sure that her last memory of him was wonderful. And it had been. They had made it perfect.

And then Beatrice had told Tobias that she loved him. After he had recovered from shock and disbelief, the next emotion was absolute elation. He was undeserving of his love, especially after what he did today. But he had to. Leaving was only option.

"Stiff!" Tobias heard a fellow transfer shout. "Come on, we're leaving!"

Tobias pulled himself out of his funk and followed after the boy. Once everyone had jumped on the train, he collapsed against the side, breathing heavy. The boy from earlier made his way over.

"Already giving up, Stiff?" He asked snidely, he was decked out in Erudite blue.

Tobias felt his eyes narrow. "No, I'm not giving up already. And my name is Tobias, thank you."

"Feisty, Stiff I see." He said, eyebrows raised. "I'm Eric."

Another girl made her way over. "And I'm Lauren." She smiled at Tobias in a funny way that he didn't like. Only Beatrice ever looked at him that way. She was the only one allowed to look at him that way, and Lauren was making him uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you all."

When it was time to hop off the train, Tobias was one of the first to go this time, however Eric made sure to be the first to jump off the ledge. Then a few other people went, and only then did Tobias have the courage to take the leap off the building and into the net waiting below. A man helped him off, and then asked his name.

"Make sure it's good," He said, "You only get to pick once."

Tobias didn't know what to pick, so he said, "Tobias."

The man turned to the waiting crowd and shouted, "Fifth jumper, Tobias!"

From there, things seemed to fly by. There was a pent up rage that had been built up in Tobias. He never dropped below the top three in the rankings, because he simply refused to lose. He beat people to pulps, he focused so intently on throwing knives that if you gave him a target, it didn't matter where, but he hit it. Every. Time. Give him a gun? No problem. The only thing he couldn't do was imagining killing people. That's where he drew the line.

Eric was pissed. Eric was pissed off because he wanted to 'beat the Stiff' as he so kindly put it, but every time he tried, he failed. Slowly, Tobias Eaton faded away, and in his place Four arose. People respected him.

Four never intended to gain a nickname from initiation, or at all for that matter. The only nickname he had ever received had been from Bee, and that was Toby. But Toby wasn't Dauntless. Toby was weak. Toby was Abnegation, something he was ready to rid himself of. Toby died the day he left Abnegation. The day he turned into Four was the day he was recorded as having the least fear in Dauntless history. Four fears; it was unheard of. Four liked it that way, being respected, admired. But when it came time to choose jobs, he turned down a leadership position in favor of working surveillance and training initiates. He never wanted to be in the kind of power that his father had received. Four wanted to sit in the background, helping, watching, and admittedly, he wanted to scare the crap out of the initiates just a little.

Four had effectively killed Toby and Tobias, but he never wanted to just be one thing. He wanted to be brave and he wanted to be selfless. He wanted to be intelligent, and honest and kind. He couldn't just be one thing.

And a small part of him hoped that one day the body falling into the net just might be Bee's.

But, after a year, and then two, memories fade. Four was put in charge of watching the Erudite. He never got see Beatrice grow, he never got to see her go about life from day to day. All he had were the memories he kept stored in his brain, and for awhile, they were fresh. Vibrant. But as time passed, as he got busy with initiation, with getting settled…he lost track of some. They became a little more dull. He never forgot. Lauren was insistent that she was perfect for him. Maybe she was, but there was always something missing, something that stopped Four.

Tobias had died somewhere along the way, buried deep down. But you can't truly erase every part of yourself.

You just need the right voice to remind you.

Two years after Tobias' Choosing Ceremony.

"Come on Four!" Lauren pounded on his apartment door. "Up and at 'em! The fresh meat will be here soon, and I need you to make them shit their pants when the drop into the net!"

Four groaned and rolled over, getting out of bed. "I'm coming! Jesus, give a guy a second to wake up would you?"

"Ooh! Grumpy morning monster Four! This will be fun." She called through the door. "Do me a favor, and wait on the coffee and breakfast? The grumpier you are the better you are at scaring the shit out of the initiates."

Four didn't even dignify that with a response and moved to shower and get ready for the day. According to his clock, he still had an hour until the newbies were supposed to arrive. He made it to the net just as Max stepped up onto the ledge to explain part two of the new initiates day. After a small lecture and a little commotion, he saw a body falling, and heard a grunt as they the net.

Four moved to help the person out and was taken aback by the fact she was Abnegation. It was dark, so he couldn't make out all of her features, but something about this girl was strikingly similar, although he couldn't place why.

"Name?" He asked. She stared at him for a moment in confusion, and he continued. "Make it good, you only get to pick once."

She paused another moment before saying, "Tris."

"Make the announcement, Four." Lauren said.

Four turned, lifting her hand into the air and shouting, "First jumper, Tris!"

She stared at Four for a second too long before shaking her head and making her way over to where she seemed to assume she was supposed to stand.

One by one, each new initiate jumped, and none of them were Beatrice. Four felt stupid to think that she would transfer for him. Of course she would stay with her family, she loved her family to pieces. To be fair, she had reason to.

In an even surlier mood than he woke up, Four began to lead the newbies through their tour, taking them from the Pit, to the Chasm, before finally releasing them for lunch. He had to train a couple Candors, some Erudite, and then the one Abnegation, Tris. There weren't any Amity transfers this year. All the better, they hardly ever made it through all of initiation anyway, they always refused to fight.

To make matters worse, he couldn't stop staring at the damn Abnegation transfer. He wanted to ask her if she knew Beatrice, if she was Beatrice, because damn it she looked so much like her. But there were little differences. He didn't remember her hair ever being that vibrantly honey. Her skin was darker, more olive, and her face was much thinner than Beatrice's ever was. Further, she was too goddamn tall. Bee was always short. Really short. No matter what he had always had at least two heads on her. This girl's forehead would've met his chin. And her name was Tris.

So no. It couldn't be Beatrice, because he had broken her heart the day he transferred without telling her, and she was too smart, too Abnegation to ever transfer to Dauntless. Maybe, one day, Four would get the courage to ask Tris if she had known Beatrice, if she knew where she was now. But Four was a coward. He wasn't sure he could handle hearing that she had moved on with her life.

Because, deep down, Four had never moved on with his.

*What'd you think? Next Chapter is from Beatrice's POV. What's important to remember guys, is that the last time they saw each other, they were still practically children. Beatrice has grown a lot, and Dauntless changes you, a lot. We'll get Beatrice next chapter, as well as her thought process, but please, please, PLEASE, review and all that good jazz! I'll start putting review caps before I update if I have to! Reviews are love! Hope you liked this chapter, and get ready for a whole lot more! All my love, Rosaline!*