Hello everyone! Second chapter of today, as promised. Sorry this one is so short as well, and that I had to go a teeny bit off book here, but like not so off story that it's AU, just I kind of delved into Four's thoughts a bit here, otherwise the story would've been like 200 words and that would've been lame. I took a risk so uh tell me how it is!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters

I follow Eric quietly into the initiate dormitory.

"Attention!" he calls. "I want to give you some advice about today." I frown. What's so special about today? Then I remember. It's visiting day. A.K.A., hide-where-Marcus-can't-find-me day. "If by some miracle your families do come to visit you, which I doubt, it is best not so seem too attached. That will make it easier for you and easier for them. We also take the phrase 'faction before blood' very seriously here. Attachment to your family suggests you aren't entirely pleased with your faction, which would be shameful. Understand?" I see everyone nod, as they walk out of the dorms.

"I may have underestimated you, Stiff. You did well yesterday." I frown at Eric's comment to Tris. I feel almost sorry. If Eric thinks she did okay, then she most certainly was too violent.

"Thank you," she whispers. I smile as she takes off. I begin to pace the hallways, waiting for the inevitable. I remember my first visiting day.

"Has anyone seen my son, Tobias?" Marcus's voice rang through the pit at it's standard loud volume.

"Who the hell is Tobias?" I sigh my relief at Amar's comment, yet I take in a breath as I hear Marcus's next words.

"Take me to my son or I swear I'll have you killed."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Eaton. I don't know where he is."

"Can someone tell me where my goddamn son is?" I quivered underneath the waterfall bridge, praying to any deity out there that he wouldn't find me.

"Who the hell is Tobias?" I hear Eric yell.

"My son! The Abnegation kid. Yay tall, dark hair, shaky little thing."

"You mean Four?"

"What?"

"I don't know any Tobias, but that sounds a hell of a lot like Four, except without the shakiness."

"Okay then, where is Four?" I sigh, putting my head in my hands. Come on, Eric, please don't tell him.

"I don't know, man. Sorry." I sigh in relief as I hear Marcus storm out of the Dauntless Pit.

"Thank you, Eric."

"Hello. My name is Natalie." I jump out of my own thoughts at none other than Natalie Prior stands in front of me. I take in a nervous breath. Please don't recognize me, please don't recognize me. What was I thinking? Of course she'll recognize me. She's only had me and my father over a million times for dinner after my mom died.

"Four. It's nice to meet you." I shake her hand stiffly.

"Four," she repeats, smiling. "Is that a nickname."

"Yes." I see Tris look curiously at me, but I won't tell her my real name. Not yet. "Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training." I see Tris shoot me a look and I look at her apologetically. I didn't mean to scare her with the knives, I was just helping.

"That's good to hear. I know a few things about Dauntless initiation, and I was worried about her." Was Natalie Prior Dauntless?

"You shouldn't worry." I eye Tris's face, and she blushes as my eyes reach her lips.

"You look familiar for some reason, Four." I feel a shot of fear rise up my body.

"I can't imagine why," I reply, feeling my voice go stiff. "I don't make a habit of associating with the Abnegation." Luckily, Natalie Prior laughs.

"Few people do, these days. I don't take it personally." I relax as she responds.

"Well, I'll leave you to your reunion." I walk down the bridge, but I pause underneath them and hear one comment.

"Is he always like that?"

"Worse."

I sigh in sadness. I don't want to be that uptight trainer. I want to be her friend. At least.