*Here's chapter 14! Don't kill me? ALSO, I've forgotten to say this:
I OWN NOTHING. THIS IS VERONICA ROTH'S CHARACTERS. SHE'S AWESOME*

Chapter 14

Four POV

It was Visiting Day.

Four had been introduced to multiple parents, and had nearly had a minor heart attack when Tris' mother almost recognized him. Four had made a quick escape after that. However, he had told her that Tris had been doing very well so far, and that Dauntless was lucky to have her.

It was nice to see Tris so incredibly happy. He hadn't gotten to see that a lot it Dauntless yet. Hopefully he would mend that soon enough.

And Tris had done so much better today in Fear Landscapes. She had calmed her heart-rate and still gotten out in record time. Even without using her Divergence, she was just good at this. Just another reason to love her. In any case, he wanted to teach her a few more things before her last day going through her fears without an audience. And hopefully, it would might mean something more than just a training session to Tris.

Four went to grab dinner, and then waited in a hallway, not far from the dorms for Tris to show up. He grabbed her by her waist when she glided right past him, and pulled her down a hallway whispering to her.

"Don't freak out, it's just me."

When he set her down, she turned around and smiled hitting Four lightly. "Four! You can't do that to me! I nearly had a heart-attack!"

Four laughed. Holy crap, he actually laughed. "Alright, little girl, I'll try and refrain."

Tris smiled, and Four grabbed her hand, pulling her for the Fear Landscape simulation room. "Where are we going?"

"I want to show you something."

Four refused to say anything more until they reached the Fear Landscape room a few minutes later. Tris looked so confused as Four pulled out two needles full of truth serum.

"Four, what—"

"I want to show you some things. You said you trusted me." Four said softly.

Tris nodded. "Okay."

Four pulled a needle out and injected Tris with the first vile of fear serum.

"Can you inject me? Just shoot me here." Four pointed to a spot on his neck and handed Tris the vile. Tris injected him with shaking hands. It made him smile at how nervous she was

"Four, can you please tell me what we're doing?" Tris asked after she had injected him.

Four swallowed hard and nodded. "We're going into my Fear Landscape. I want you to…" Four picked his words carefully, let Tris make what she will of them. "I wanted to show you some things. The simulator is set up to my fears, so when we go in, you'll see what I see, okay?"

"Yeah. Let's do it." Tris paused. "Are you sure that you're okay with this?"

Four smiled and took Tris' hand. "Yes. Oh, and Tris?"

"Yeah?"

"Try and figure out why everyone calls me Four."

The room faded around them and turned into a high rise, wind blowing around both he and Tris. Four could feel his heart stop in his chest. Tris gripped his hand tighter, but he saw the exhilarated look on her face. She loved this.

"You're afraid of heights."

Four nodded.

"So, in order to get to the next fear, we have to jump, right?"

"Uh, yeah…"

"Okay," Tris said, squeezing Four's hand reassuringly, "So on the count of three, we jump. One."

Deep breath in.

"Two."

Deep breath out.

"Three."

Four shut his eyes and flung himself forward with Tris, they were flying through the air and then they landed with a thud. Tris looked like she was about to speak, and suddenly they were enclosed in a small space, the walls quickly closing in.

Four could feel a guttural noise come out of his chest, and Tris grabbed his hands again, squeezing. "Hey, it's okay, here—" Tris pulled his arms and wrapped them around her body. She was pressed fully up against him. He would almost be excited if he weren't so terrified.

The walls moved in closer, Four's breath hitched.

"Okay, so we have to face the fear head on, right?" Tris asked.

"Yes." Four bit out tightly. Like the space. God, the space just kept getting smaller.

Tris nodded. "Then let's get smaller."

She pulled their bodies down and they were crouching. Four could feel Tris' breath on his ear, and he shivered.

"You know, most guys would be more excited to be trapped in a small space with a girl." Tris teased.

Four let out a harsh breath and said, "Not claustrophobic people, Tris!"

"Okay, okay." Four could practically hear the eye roll in Tris' words, and then she spoke softly again, breathing steady. "Feel my heart beat. Breathe with me."

Four closed his eyes and listened. Tris reached for one of his hands and moved it so that it was over her heart. "Can you feel it?"

"Yes."

"Feel how steady it is?"

"It's fast."

"Doesn't matter. Every time I breathe, you breathe, okay?"

Four focused on her breathing, the beat steady, and strong. He could feel the walls inching closer and strained to continue to breathe with Tris.

"Why is your heart racing, Tris?" Four hissed out as the walls squeezed closer.

For the first time since entering his Fear Landscape, Tris let out a shaky breath before joking, "Well I…I barely know you." She paused. "I barely know you and crammed up against you in a box, Four!"

Four inhaled a slow deep breath against Tris' cheek and asked, the question weighing most heavily on his mind. "If we were in your Fear Landscape, would I be in it?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Of course not, but that's not what I meant." He breathed. Four felt Tris shiver, and he laughed. The walls of the box broke away and now they were in a dark room.

"Four, that woman—"

"I know."

The unspeakable dread that filled Four was unbearable. He looked over and saw the gun, the same one, every time, sitting loaded with a single bullet on the table.

Tris' voice came out small when she spoke again. "You have to shoot her."

Four nodded, and cocked the gun back, holding it up with shaking hands. "Four, it isn't real."

"But it feels real." Four could feel his voice trembling. He took a deep breath and when he let it out, he pulled the trigger. Four closed his eyes at the last moment. It was the only way he could do it.

Four heard a loud exhale and he could practically feel the room shift around him to his Abnegation home.

"You were Abnegation." Yes.

"Yes."

Multiple Marcuses appeared out of the shadows with belts in his hand.

"Marcus…" Tris whispered, her features covered in shock and horror. "He was accused of cruelty…"

"This is for your own good." Marcus hissed. Four was frozen. He couldn't move as Marcus brought the belt back, prepared to hit him. Again. Another black mark for his back. But Four didn't feel the crack. Instead, the belt was wrapped around Tris' wrist.

Something snapped in Four, and he wrenched Tris out of the way and began to attack his father. Marcus could hurt Four, he could hurt Toby, Tobias, but he wasn't allowed to touch Bee. Never.

The room faded away. Tris was standing staring at Four in what looked like awe.

"One of the few things Erudite was actually right about." Four breathed.

"That was it? Those were your worst fears? Why were there only…" Her lips parted in a silent 'oh'. "Four. That's why they call you Four."

I'm not sure why I felt so exposed when she finally figured it out. But there was a huge sense of relief, and he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his long fingers around Tris' elbow and pulling her to his body. He kissed her cheek and buried his face in her neck, breathing in her sweet honey scent.

How much longer could he keep this up?

"Hey." Tris said softly, hugging him back. "It's okay. We got through it."

Four shook his head. "You got me through it."

"Well, it's easy when they aren't my fears." Tris laughed pulling away. But the smile faded quickly, and she sat on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Four asked, concerned. Had he done something wrong? He lifted her fingers and brought them involuntarily to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly.

Tris stared at their intertwined hands and smiled a little. "This. I'm not pretty. I don't understand. Are you just playing with me?"

Four felt his eyebrows furrow. "You are pretty—"

"That's a lie."

"Okay," He sighed, "So you're not pretty. But you aren't ugly, and I happen to like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave, and even though you found out about Marcus…you aren't looking at me like I'm a kicked puppy or something."

Tris shrugged. "Well, you're not."

Four smiled and nudged her gently. Maybe this was his opportunity, his perfect moment. Tris suddenly looked at him.

"You're two years older than me."

Four rolled his eyes. "Yes, that whopping two-year age gap is really insurmountable, isn't it?"

"You know what I mean, Four."

Four, turned, pulling Tris with him so that they were facing each other, face to face. "Tris, it's okay, I promise."

Tris stared at Four long and hard, then finally he saw tears in her eyes. "Toby is dead, Four."

"What?"

Tris sniffled. "Eric told me, he said that Toby was dead. That he didn't make it past Fear Landscapes. But I've felt so bad for even considering liking you, and when I found out, I was so…relieved, but Four, is this okay?"

Four was frozen. She thought Toby was dead. She understood, that Toby died in Fear Landscapes. If Four was ever going to thank Eric in his life, it would be for this one thing. He took Tris' face in his hands and brought their faces close.

"It's okay, Tris."

She nodded, and then he closed the distance. Her lips were warm, soft, sweet. God, was every part of her honey? Even her lips tasted of it. It was perfect…

Four sighed and pulled away, guilty. "Tris."

"Oh god, you're already dumping me, aren't you, I'm so sorry—"

"No, no God, no, Tris." Four held her hands tight in him. He hoped he wasn't shaking. She would give him the strength to tell her this. "I need to tell you something."

Tris breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward, kissing Four again. "What is it?"

Four took a deep breath in. He could tell her. He could.

"Tris, Toby isn't dead. I'm Toby."

And then Four's world fell apart.

*What did you think? Read, review, follow, ect. I love me the feedback! How is Tris going to respond? All my love, Rosaline.

P.S. I should have chapter fifteen up by tomorrow? Depends on the response...*