*Here's Chapter 12; 13 soon to follow, hopefully 14 will be up tonight or tomorrow!*

Chapter 12

Tris POV

Tris' head hurt. It really, really, really hurt. But wherever she was felt soft, warm, safe. Huh. Guess Peter took mercy on her. Tris slowly opened her eyes and saw an apartment, sparsely decorated, but furnished with style. The bed she was laying was soft, and comforting, and the smell was musky, manly. There was a faint hint of cinnamon and the woods. It smelled like Four. Tris smiled a little to herself, and bit her lip. She turned over, and saw the door open.

If Peter was trying to hold her captive, he was going about it idiotically.

But then Tris saw a body rising and falling slowly on the couch while they slept. Then she spotted the black stripes of a tattoo that always peeked out of the back of Four's shirts, and Tris breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn't been a hallucination. Four had rescued her from death. From very possible rape.

All Tris had done was risen in the ranks. She was in first place, and Peter just couldn't accept competition. If you were better than him at anything, then you automatically became his enemy. Tris couldn't live in constant fear. She just couldn't. But, Four had saved her.

What Tris could remember was that after her training in Fear Landscapes, Four had scared her. She thought he might know about her Divergence. What if he wanted to hurt her? In any case, Four had made Tris promise to meet him by the chasm at eleven that night to talk. Tris had gone, but on the way she had been intercepted by Peter, Al, and Drew. They had put a bag over her head and said…awful, horrible things to Tris. Things she wanted to forget. They had taken her to the chasm, ironically. But they hadn't left her there. They had dangled Tris over the edge of the chasm. They were going to kill her. And Al had helped.

Al.

Al, the boy she had told no. The boy she had been friends with. The boy who couldn't hurt a fly. Well, obviously not, seeing as he ws willing to murder her in order to stay in Dauntless. Tris would never forgive him.

But she would murder Peter. He was going to rape her. He shoved his hand up Tris' shirt, and after he had gotten his way he would've shoved Tris over the edge to the bottom. She would've finally known what lay at the bottom. Not that she would have livedto tell the tale. But Four had saved her.

He had come to her rescue.

Despite…Despite everything, Four was good. He was so good. Tris was starting to realize that Four treated her differently. There were still so many questions weighing on her mind about Toby—Where he was, how he felt about her, why he left her. But what would happen if Tris picked Four?

He made her feel like she never ever wanted to give him up. And for the first time, she was kind of okay with that.

Tris would always love Toby. She was still intent on finding him, if at least to finally get answers. He was her first love, but what Tris was starting to realize was that maybe you could have more than one love. Sometimes you need to get your heart broken to find what's sitting right in front of you.

And currently what was sitting in front of her was a shirtless Four, staring down at her with concerned eyes. Tris decided she liked it when he was all concerned like this. It was cute.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her face, and checking the stitched above her eyebrow that she didn't realize she had. "How are you feeling?"

Tris smiled a little, wincing at the pressure that it caused in her cheek. "I'm okay now, Four."

Four furrowed his thick eyebrows. "No you're not okay. You just winced. Here let me get you some ice and then we can talk."

"No, Four—" But he was already out the door and getting Tris ice. Who knew Four had an actual soft side. He was back in minutes, handing her an ice pack, and telling her to press it gently to the area that hurt.

"Thank you, Four, for saving me."

Four smiled a little and sat next to her on the bed. Tris felt her heart race. "And I would do it again. You don't need to thank me. We just need to kill those bastards who think it's okay to try and kill you."

"That I do agree with. But maybe leave Al out of it…" Tris pause and thought, and then corrected herself. "No. I want them all to burn. And if they ever come near me again—"

"I'll kill them, Tris." Four sneered.

Tris smiled. "Not if I get my hands on them first."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they sat and thought upon the events that had occurred. Finally, a thought came to Tris.

"Why did you want me to meet you, Four?"

He seemed to be snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly he was very serious again. "Oh, uh I wanted to ask you something."

Tris was confused. "What is it?"

"Tris," Four paused. "What were your test results?"

Tris panicked. She tried to take a deep breath and stay calm. "Those are supposed to be secret."

"Tris, I already have my suspicions, just tell me. I won't…I'm not going to hurt you or anything if that's what you think."

Tris scooted a little bit away from Four, gauging his response. "I was Abnegation."

Four raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Tris couldn't lie. "I…I was Abnegation. And Erudite, and Dauntless."

"Divergent."

Tris stood, beginning to pace. "That's what Tori said. She also told me not to tell anyone and now you know, and oh, God, what's going to happen to me? And—"

Tris was cut off from her rambling by Four's arms engulfing her in a hug. "Hey, listen, I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to let anything bad happn to you, okay? This won't work if you don't trust me." He pulled away and looked Tris in the eye. "Do you trust me?"

Tris thought briefly before whispering, "Yes."

Four nodded. "Okay. The trick to beating the Fear Landscapes is doing it the way a Dauntless would. That means that you either need to face the fear and beat it using what is already in the landscape, or bring your heart rate down to the point where you're calm. There isn't any other option okay? You can't manipulate the simulation like you did today."

"Four, what's wrong with me?"

"Tris, there isn't anything wrong with you." Four sighed, and sat them back down on the bed. "You're just different. You don't fit into one specific faction, and people think that it's dangerous."

Tris was scared. "I'm dangerous?"

"No. You're not. Everyone just thinks you are because they can't fit you into a nice neat little box. You're smart, and selfless, and brave. And I am going to get you through the end of initiation."

Tris smiled and nodded. Four said that he'd make them some breakfast before they went back to train more. Tris watched him walk out shirtless and stared at his full back tattoo. There was each faction's symbol as well as black markings going all over his back. When he came back Tris took her plate from Four and thanked him.

"Four, can you tell me about your tattoo?"

He looked up and seemed slightly wary. "You really want to know about my tattoo?"

"You have all of the faction's symbols on your back. Color me curious." Tris said shrugging and throwing Four a small smile.

He smiled at Tris and stood tall, so she could get the full effect of the tattoo. He was beautiful. All of him.

"I guess this just keeps it all in perspective. I don't want to be just one thing. I can't be. I want to be brave and I want to be selfless. I want to be intelligent, and honest and kind."

Tris was in awe. She stood slowly, and she touched his back. Slowly, she touched each symbol, leaving Abnegation for last. Her fingers lingered, she could feel every muscle. Every breath he took, and it was wonderful. The black marks were covering scars, Tris saw. She ran her fingers gently over them, and Four finally stepped away from her fingers.

"I, I'm sorry…" Tris stuttered.

"No it's okay." Four said, grabbing a shirt and putting it on over his head. Show and tell was over, but Tris would ask him another day about the scars.

"I love your tattoo. Everything it stands for, Four."

He looked at her, like he was looking for any trace of mockery. But Tris knew there wasn't any. She really loved his tattoo. She was starting to think she might love him. Finally, he smiled at her.

"Thank you."

Tris had just finished her second day of Fear Landscapes when Eric pulled her aside.

"Stiff."

Tris was on high alert. She did everything in her to power to stand tall. "Yes, Eric?"

"I don't want you snooping around for people that aren't here. I don't want you using Dauntless resources and employees to do so. Are we clear?" Eric snapped.

Tris nodded. "I just…I need to find Toby, I know that—"

"I don't care!" Eric spit. "I don't give a flying fuck and I'm sick and tired of listening to your whining and pining over this stupid boy. Are we clear?"

Tris nodded.

Eric turned to walk away and then stopped dead in his tracks. When he turned around and spoke again, Tris felt her world stop spinning.

*Thoughts?*