A/N: Hi everyone! Firstly, Happy Holidays/Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/etc.! Like I (think I) promised, here is a Christmas day chapter! Second, I think I have the general outline of this fiction planned out. I will:

1. Finish Divergent through Four/Tobias's POV

2. Write Insurgent (in the same story) through Four/Tobias's POV (that will be called 'Four-given', but it will still be under the title 'Four-lorn')

3. I will unfortunately be skipping Allegiant (mostly because the chapters in which Tobias is featured is already in his POV, even though I think he sounds too Tris-y, but that's not the point), but I will write an epilogue (also in Four/Tobias's POV, but when he's in his late 40s), which will be called 'Four-ever', but will still be published under the same title, 'Four-lorn'.

Please tell me what you think, if you have any suggestions or ideas, your sweet words motivate me to get new chapters rolling faster, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! It means so much to me!

Third, to the Guest who reviewed my story: The fear with the water, that was the one where she was drowning in the ocean, but it was really about her being in control. Hope that helped!

Anyway, that's enough of your time taken up by my rambling, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and have an absolutely wonderful holiday!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 31

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

When the lights come on I burst into the room. Max and Eric walk in front of me.

"Congratulations, Tris," Eric's metallic voice says. I think of his pierced eyebrow rising when he sees her. I shiver to myself, offering a smile to Tris. "You have successfully completed your final evaluation."

She raises her hand to the back of her skull. I frown curiously at her, but she doesn't see.

"Thanks," she whispers.

"There is one more thing before you can go and get ready for the welcoming banquet," he says, beckoning to one of the leaders, who I don't recognize. "At least you aren't afraid of needles," he says, activating a dry laugh from the other leaders. "This will inject you with a tracking device that will be activated only if you are reported missing. Just a precaution."

"How often do people go missing?" she asks with a frown.

"Not often," Eric says with a smirk. "This is a new development, courtesy of the Erudite. We have been injecting every Dauntless throughout the day, and I assume all other factions will comply as soon as possible."

I frown to myself. Developed by Erudite?

"All right," she says tersely.

Eric roughly injects her with the needle. Any misconceptions I had earlier about Eric's intentions are now cleared, and I let out a deep breath.

"The banquet is in two hours. Your ranking among the other initiates, Dauntless-born included, will be announced then. Good luck," Eric says.

The Dauntless leaders walk out of the room, leaving me with Tris. I beckon towards her to follow me into the Pit. I feel her wary eyes on me, and I flash her a comforting smile.

"I heard a rumor that you only had seven obstacles to face. Practically unheard of," I say, hoping she doesn't hate me forever.

Her gaze fills with surprise. "You… you weren't watching the simulation?"

I feel a prick of pain in my gut.

"Only on the screens. The Dauntless leaders are the only ones who see the whole thing. They seemed impressed," I say quietly. She's relieved I didn't see that she was afraid of me.

She's afraid of me.

"Well, seven fears isn't as impressive as four, but it will suffice," she says humorously.

"I would be surprised if you weren't ranked first," I say.

We walk into the glass room, and people point at Tris, but she stays close to my side.

"I have a question," she asks suddenly, biting her lip. I feel my muscles tense. "How much did they tell you about my fear landscape?"

"Nothing really," I lie. "Why?"

"No reason," she says, kicking a pebble.

"Do you have to go back to the dormitory? Because if you want peace and quiet, you can stay with me until the banquet," I say quietly.

I feel her tense beside me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the pain.

"What is it?" I ask softly.

"Let's go," she says with a smile, and I can't help but smile back.

I close the door behind us and slide of my shoes once we reach my apartment.

"Want some water?" I ask.

"No thanks," she holds her hands out.

"You okay?" I say, touching her cheek, cradling her face.

I smile, leaning down. I press my lips softly to hers, feeling the electrifying heat from her face flood through my veins.

My lips still on hers, I slide her jacket from her shoulder. She flinches under my gaze. She pushes me back, her eyes tearing up.

I feel tears burning behind my closed eyelids, but I blink them away before she notices.

I was right. She is afraid of me.

"What? What's wrong?"

She shakes her head.

I feel a chill down my back.

"Don't tell me it's nothing," my voice feels cold as I speak. I know what it is. She doesn't like me. She's afraid of me. "Hey," I whisper. "Look at me."

She pulls her hands from her pockets and lifts her hands upwards. The anger clenched in my jaw hurts.

She looks into my eyes, surprise filling her features. Why is she so surprised that she can hurt me?

"Sometimes I wonder what's in it for you. This… whatever it is." Her voice wobbles with worry and fear.

"What's in it for me," I repeat. Does she mean… sex? I take a step back, shaking my head softly. "You're an idiot, Tris."

"I am not an idiot," she says quietly. "Which is why I know that it's a little weird that, of all the girls you could have chosen, you chose me. so if your just looking for… um, you know… that…"

I can't help but laugh in my head. She's so cute when she gets all flustered.

"What? Sex?" I scowl softly. "You know, if that was all I wanted, you probably wouldn't have been the first person I would go to."

The effect of my words on her is instantaneous. She nearly doubles over, holding her hands to her stomach, blinking back tears.

"I'm going to leave now," she says quietly, turning to the door.

"No, Tris," I whisper. She misunderstood me. I grab her wrist, pulling her back towards me, but she pulls away. I grab her other wrist, holding our crossed arms between us.

"I'm sorry I said that," I say quietly. "What I meant was that you aren't like that. Which I knew when I met you."

"You were an obstacle in my fear landscape. Did you know that?"

So she is afraid of me.

"What?" I release her arms. "You're afraid of me?" I suppose, before it was confirmed, the idea didn't scare me as bad. I wasn't totally sure. Hell, it could have been Peter, or Al, or some other creep in her landscape that she was afraid of. Now the idea stings me on a whole new level. It really was me that scared her.

"Not you," she whispers, biting her lip. "Being with you… with anyone. I've never been involved with someone before, and… you're older, and I don't know what your expectations are, and…"

Before the words start tumbling out of her lips, I stop her.

"Tris," I say sternly, trying to keep giggly relief from spilling from my lips, "I don't know what delusion you're operating under, but this is all new to me, too."

"Delusion?" she repeats. "You mean you haven't…" she raises her eyebrows in surprise. What is so surprising about me not having had sex with someone else? "Oh. Oh. I just assumed… Um. You know."

"Well, you assumed wrong." I look away from her, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. What did she think I was, a male stripper? "You can tell me anything, you know. I am kinder than I seemed in training. I promise."

I take her face in my hands.

She nods at me softly.

I kiss her between the eyebrows, and then on the tip of her nose, then I carefully press my lips to hers.

She presses her lips into mine, and I hope she doesn't hear my sigh of relief. She doesn't hate me. She isn't afraid of me.

My fingers slide across her shoulders, and my right hand comes across a bandage.

"Are you hurt?" I ask, trying not to let concern flow so much through my words.

"No. It's another tattoo. It's healed, I just… wanted to keep it covered up," she says quietly.

"Can I see?"

She nods tersely. She pulls her arm out of her sleeve, and I try not to let the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I run my hand softly over her shoulder, fingering the bandage. I feel her shaking below my fingers, and I hope she can't feel my rapid pulse through my thumbs.

I peel the bandage away, not surprised to find the symbol of Abnegation on her shoulder.

I smile softly at her. "I have the same one," I say, my voice increasing to a laugh. "On my back."

"Really? Can I see?"

I press the bandage back to her shoulder, pulling her shirt softly over it.

"Are you asking me to undress, Tris?" I say, laughing.

A nervous laugh escapes her throat. "Only… partially."

I frown, pulling my shirt over my head. I avert my eyes, my cheeks flushing.

"What is it?" she asks, frowning.

"I don't invite many people to look at me," I say quietly. "Any people, actually."

"I can't imagine why," she says softly. "I mean, look at you."

I feel her gaze fall upon my back, and my cheeks feel warm.

"I think we made a mistake," I whisper. "We've all started to put down the virtues of the other faction sin the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest." I clear my throat. "I continually struggle with kindness."

"No one's perfect," she whispers. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it."

I feel her fingers brush over the Abnegation symbol on my back, and goose bumps follow the trail of her fingertips. "We have to warn them, you know," her voice feels quiet.

"I know," I whisper. "We will."

I turn towards her, and she reaches her hand out, then she pulls back.

"Is this scaring you, Tris?" I ask nervously.

"No," she says, voice cracking. "Not really. I'm only… afraid of what I want."

I frown. "What do you want?" Then I realise it. She wants me. I feel the muscles in my face contract, tightening around my jaw. "Me?"

She nods slowly.

I smile softly, nodding in pace. I take her hands gently in mine, guiding them smoothly over my abdomen. My muscles tighten, my eyelids fluttering like a schoolgirl. Pull it together! I guide her hands up my chest, ignoring the tremble of my heartbeat. Her cheeks flush red as she reaches her palms all the way to the back of my neck.

"Someday," I whisper, "if you still want me, we can…" I pause, clearing my throat anxiously. "We can…"

She smiles at me, cutting off all movement in my vocal chords. She presses her cheek to my chest and I can hear her heartbeat, in synch with mine.

"Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?" she asks softly.

I chuckle to myself.

"Terrified."

She turns, pressing her lips to the hollow beneath my neck. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

"Maybe you won't be in my fear landscape anymore," she whispers, more like a murmur, really.

I bend my head down, kissing her slowly. I feel all signs of panic and pain leave my body.

"Then everyone can call you Six," I whisper, laughing.

"Four and Six," she says.

I bend down, kissing her lips, my arm around her waste, her hand on my chest, and it seems like she fits perfectly, like the final piece of the puzzle that is I, Tobias Eaton. Tobias Eaton feels strange to me. Tobias Eaton was the scared, scarred little Abnegation boy, who could barely hold a knife. Four, my Dauntless persona, is the man Tris Prior knew, and was able to unravel with one press of her lips. Four is the shield that I hid behind when exposing my inner skin was no longer an option for me. Sometimes it is nice to be Tobias Eaton, just like Tris is able to be Beatrice Prior every once and a while. But I'm not Tobias Eaton, not anymore.

Four and Six… Suddenly I can taste it. Life with Beatrice Prior. I had never really planned to amount to anything before. I had planned to go through the motions, live with the cowardice that I showed by leaving Marcus. But here, in the moment, I see something coming. Something I never expected to see.

I see a light at the end of the tunnel.