A/N: That was ridiculously fun to write :P Finally, some Trobias (or Fourtris or whatever you choose to call it) romance. Took a while :P Enjoy!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 21

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

"I know the simulation isn't real," Tris says to me. She's in the simulation as we speak.

"You don't have to explain it to me," I reply softly. "You love your family. You don't want to shoot them. Not the most unreasonable thing in the world." I hear her sigh, and I sigh myself.

"In the simulation is the only time I get to see them. I miss them. You ever just…miss your family?"

"No," I say, after a while. "I don't. But that's unusual."

You have to tell her someday. Why not now?

Because I'm not ready.

Not ready for what?

I let the question hang in the air. The question I was not able to answer four days ago. The question I was not able to answer the day she came. The question I am not able to answer now.

#*#*#

Walking down to the video control room, I feel a small smile growing on my face. Eric informed me of who was in what spot. And Tris was first.

"What's going on?" I hear Tris whisper.

"Rankings for stage two," Will responds.

"I thought there weren't any cuts after stage two," she hisses.

"There aren't. It's just a progress report, sort of."

Then Eric reveals the board.

The silence in the room is mesmerizing. The first words are Will's.

"Nice job, Tris," he truly sounds happy for her. Peter, on the other hand, sounds anything but happy.

"I will not be outranked by a Stiff," he hisses. "How did you do it, huh? How the hell did you do it?" He pushes Tris against the wall, but Will is closer. He pulls Peter off of her.

"Leave her alone. Only a coward bullies a little girl."

"A little girl? Are you blind, or just stupid? She's going to edge you out of the rankings and out of Dauntless, and you're going to get nothing, all because she knows how to manipulate people and you don't. So when you realize that she's out to ruin us all, you let me know."

Peter storms out of the room angrily. Molly and Drew follow him, looking disgusted.

"Thanks," Tris says gratefully to Will.

"Is he right? Will asks quietly. "Are you trying to manipulate us?"

"How on earth would I do that?" Tris scowls. "I'm just doing the best I can, like anyone else."

"I don't know. By acting weak so we pity you? And then acting tough to psyche us out?" He shrugs ever so slightly, and I clench my fists, earning a curious look from George.

"Hey man, you okay?" George stares at me, now.

I nod softly at George.

"You know, you spend an awful lot of time watching that dormitory room. Why?"

"Does it matter?" I glare at George, and he silences himself. I notice Tris and Al alone in the room when I look back.

"Are you alright?" Tris asks Al.

"Sure," he says nonchalantly.

"It's not over," Tris says hopefully. "You can improve your rank if you…" Her voice trails off.

"See?" he says. "It's not that simple."

"I know it's not," she says.

"I don't think you do. For you it's easy. All of this is easy." He sounds angry.

"That's not true," Tris says quietly.

"Yeah, it is." He closes his eyes. "You aren't helping me by pretending it isn't. I don't—I'm not sure you can help me at all."

I decide I don't want to watch Tris comfort Al anymore, and I switch the feed.

#*#*#

As I walk out of the video control room, I notice Zeke and Shauna walking.

"Hey! Zeke! Can I join you?"

Zeke looks at me, his face somber. "I don't know, can you?"

I frown at him, and his dull eyes stare back at me. Then his face bursts into a smile, accompanied by Shauna's fits of laughter.

"I'm just kidding man, come on! We're going to watch Lynn shoot a muffin off of Marlene's head."

"Okay, cool."

We walk down the hallway for a bit to the target room, and I see Tris sitting with Uriah. A stab of jealousy shoots up my side. It's Uriah. Why do I feel like this?

"I thought I heard something in here," I joke.

"Turns out it's my idiot brother," Zeke carries on. "You're not supposed to be in here after hours. Careful, or Four will tell Eric, and then you'll be as good as scalped."

Uriah wrinkles his nose. Lynn eyes me suspiciously.

"You wouldn't tell Eric," she says, phrasing it like a question but not ending on a high octave.

"No, I wouldn't," I say. Tris begins to walk behind me, and I rest my hand on her back, my palm pressing between my shoulder blades. I feel her shiver and I bear back a smile. I feel the same shiver, along with the familiar jolt. Before I can stop myself, I open my mouth. "Wait a second."

Tris stops, and while the others continue on, she eyes me curiously. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at her gaze.

"You belong here, you know that? You belong with us. It'll be over soon, so just hold on, okay?" It's almost like a warning to myself, rather than the girl in front of me. I scratch behind my ear, lifting my elbow and staring at it. I take a half stagger forward and adjust the position of my jaw, trying to hide the embarrassment in my eyes.

Tris stares at me, trying to decide what to do next. I can hear her heartbeat quickening as she makes her next move. She stares up at me, a smile forming on her face, and I stare down at her, a smile forming on mine. I can feel the tension of her body against mine, the electric tension running through my veins compares to lightning striking the ocean.

She steps on her toes and slides her hand in mine. The touch of her skin sends a flow of blood burning like acid through my veins, straight to my heart. I can't breathe. We stay like this for a minute, and then quickly, and with a small smile, she pulls her hand from mine and runs after Uriah.

The minute is without a doubt the shortest, longest, and best minute of my life.

I stand in the hallway for a long while. Then, a smile adorning my face, I begin to walk home. That's when I hear the thumping from the dormitory. I stop cold in my tracks. It sounds like Tris.

I burst out of the hallway and find Peter and Drew beating Tris. She's screaming and squirming as they hold her to the rails. I lift them off of her, one by one, and Peter runs away as fast as he can as I take my fists to Drew's face. I beat him until I can't feel my fist, and then he runs.

"Four," Tris croaks. I run to the rails, and I wrap my arms tight around her. I pull her over the rails and hold her close to me. She buries her face in my shoulder and blacks out.