A/N: I bet you guys can guess what's coming next chapter! This should tide you over for now, but next chapter is (DUN DUN DUN) the kiss! Well I'm going to get writing, I have waited so long and so patiently. Well enjoy this for now!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 25

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

As I walk through the Pit, I feel something white hit my shoulder. Is it snowing? No, it isn't snowing. It's a shredded piece of paper. On it is a picture of Jeanine Matthews. I shiver and toss it into the river. I know Tris threw it. I keep walking. After a few minutes, I hear soft footsteps, like they belong to a small, skinny girl from Abnegation. I smile to myself and keep walking. There is something I need to do, and it's okay if she's there.

I walk into the fear landscape room. "Since you're here," I say over my shoulder, "you might as well go in with me." I take a deep breath. Am I really ready to let someone in? My mind answers that question for me. Yes.

"Into your fear landscape?" She sounds scared. I turn to face her, but I can't bring myself to meet her eyes.

"Yes," I say quietly.

"I can do that?" she asks, walking towards me.

I find it calming to spout facts. "The serum connects you to the program, but the program decides whose landscape you go through. And right now," I say hesitantly, "it's set to put us through mine."

"You would let me see that?" she says nervously. I smile, staring at the floor.

"Why else do you think I'm going in?" I ask quietly. "There are some things I want to show you." about who I am, I add silently.

I hold up the syringe, and Tris tilts her head expectantly. I inject her neck.

"I've never done this before," she says nervously, as if she doesn't want to hurt me.

"Right here," I whisper, tapping my neck with my fingernail. She does it and I don't flinch. I look at her the whole time. I take her hand in mine, and the electricity feels almost familiar. Almost.

"See if you can figure out why they call me Four," I whisper. She inches closer to me, and I feel the electricity in the air.

"What's your real name?" she asks. I smile.

"See if you can figure that out too."

Then the simulation takes us. We stand on the roof, and the wind starts blowing. I feel her lean against me for support, and I wrap my hand around her shoulder. I have to begin to force breaths in and out of my lips, not just because the electricity from her body is trying to stop my lungs from working. The heights.

"We have to jump off, right?" she shouts. I nod stiffly. She looks sympathetically at me. How does this not scare you? "On three, okay?" I nod tersely again. "One…two...three!" She pulls me with her into a run, and then we fall. It's anything I can do not to cry. Then the scene disappears.

I see her smile, as we sit in the room that's only feeling smaller for me now that she's here.

"What's next?" she asks.

"It's-" I begin to tell her, but she's cut off when the walls hit her. She slams into me, and my body jolts.

"Confinement," she finishes for me.

I make a guttural noise. I grimace.

"Hey," she whispers. "Hey it's okay. Here—"

She pulls my arms around her body, so that I can move. It honestly only takes my breath away. I refuse to move my arms any closer, so I can hold onto my breath.

"This is the first time I'm happy I'm so small," she says with a laugh. Trying to distract me.

"Mmhmm," I say, my voice feeling strained.

"We can't break out of here," she says nervously. "It's easier to face the fear head on, right?" Yeah, my heartbeat's never coming back down to normal. Not with you AND the walls. She doesn't wait for me to respond. "So what you need is to make the space smaller. Make it worse so it gets better. Right?"

"Yes," I say tersely.

"Okay. We'll have to crouch, then. Ready?" She squeezes my waist, which arouses me (in more ways than one) and tries to pull me down, as the ceiling inches down. I feel my breath against her ear.

"Ah," I say, my voice raspy. "This is worse. This is definitely…"

"Shh," she orders. "Arms around me." I obediently slip my arms around her. She tries not to smile at the wall. I would smile too, if I wasn't so damn scared. God, what was I thinking bringing her in here? Now she's just going to think I'm weak. Well, it's too late now. "The simulation measures your fear response, so if you can calm your heartbeat down, it will move on to the next one. Remember? So try to forget that we're here."

"Yeah?" I whisper, my lips moving against her neck. "That easy, huh?"

She smiles, rolling her eyes. "You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl."

"Not claustrophobic people, Tris!" My voice comes out much more shrill than I had intended.

"Okay, okay." She pulls my hand to her heart, and jolts of electricity run through my veins, but I'm too scared to notice. "Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?"

"Yes."

"Feel how steady it is?"

"It's fast," I say quickly.

"Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box." I see her wince, and I let out a small, low chuckle. "Every time you feel me breathe, you breathe. Focus on that."

"Okay," I whisper. I let my breath synchronize with hers.

"Why don't you tell me where this fear comes from. Maybe talking about it will help us… somehow."

"Um… okay. This one is from my fantastic childhood. Childhood punishments. The tiny closet upstairs."

"My mother kept our winter coats in our closet."

I don't understand how she doesn't realize that we are talking about the same closet. How she doesn't realize that the closet upstairs is only in Abnegation designed houses.

"I don't…" I gasp. "I don't really want to talk about it anymore."

"Okay. Then… I can talk. Ask me something."

"Okay," I laugh shakily. "Why is your heart racing, Tris?" Like I need an answer.

I feel her cringe, and I smile softly. "Well," she starts. "I barely know you." She shakes herself softly. "I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"

"If we were in your fear landscape, would I be in it?" I pretend to be joking, but really my nerves only rise.

"I'm not afraid of you," she says evasively.

"Of course you're not. But that's not what I meant." My voice cracks. Then the walls vanish. I sigh and stand, lifting my arms from Tris's body. I see her shiver.

"Maybe you were cut out for Candor," I say quietly to Tris, "because you're a terrible liar."

"I think my aptitude test ruled that one out pretty well."

I shake my head. "The aptitude tests tell you nothing."

She narrows her eyes. "What are you trying to tell me? Your test isn't the reason you ended up in Dauntless."

Damn it. I knew this would bite me in the ass. "Not exactly no. I…" I look at the woman. I wonder what she looks like to Tris. Sure, it's a random woman, but does Tris see the similarity. She hasn't exactly spent her whole life looking in the mirror… Either way.

"You have to kill her," she says softly.

"Every single time," I whisper.

"She isn't real," Tris says reassuringly.

So she doesn't see the resemblance. I only noticed it now. "She looks real," I bite my lip. "It feels real," I whisper.

"If she was real, she would have killed you already."

"It's okay," I nod. "I'll just do it. This one's not… not so bad. Not as much panic involved." I exhale, then fire the gun. Then she crumples to the floor.

"Here we go," I whisper as she grabs my arm, pulling me away. I follow her. Then I stop cold. I see a figure in the distance, but I know who it is already. I just hope Tris doesn't figure it out. Don't be ridiculous. We're here to tell her. I roll my eyes, in spite of the fear. I start to breathe, hard. She looks curiously at me. Then Marcus emerges from the dark.

"Marcus," she whispers.

"Here's the part," I say, my voice shaking with fear, "where you figure out my name."

"Is he…" she points at Marcus. Then she stops. "Tobias."

Then he shows us his hands and I see the belt. I let out a choked sob, almost unaware of Tris in the background.

"This is for your own good," he says. And then they all come. I freeze still. All I can do is stop the tears from falling. I shrink back, accustomed to old habit, to hide from my father's whip. Just when he swings, Tris darts in front of me.

My worst nightmare has escalated. My father is beating the girl I love. Did I just admit that? It doesn't matter. I see her jolt in pain, but I still can't move. I still can't help her.

Then I jolt out of it. I stand, all fear replaced with pure anger. My vision goes red and I miss whatever happens next. I stand and shove Tris behind me, protecting her from Marcus. All fear is gone. Then they vanish. I'm free.

"That's it?" she asks. "Those were your worst fears? Why do you have only four… Oh. That's why they call you—"

Then she sees my face. If I look as vulnerable as I feel, then that explains her reaction. I wrap my hand around her elbow and pull her towards me. My lips move against her cheek, but then I pull her into a hug, burying my face into her neck, trying to stifle the tears. The electricity is pounding, but I don't notice it. I'm too scared.

She stiffens, then relaxes, looping her arms around my waist.

"Hey," she whispers softly. "We got through it." I lift my head, strangling my fingers through her hair.

"You got me through it," I whisper.

"Well. It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears."

I lace my fingers with hers. Suddenly, mind cleared, I have an idea.

"Come on," I say. "I have something to show you."