a/n: I'm not quite sure where we lost Lauren within the pages of Insurgent and I am too lazy to flip and skim over 525 pages to find out. So let's pretend she was with a group that stormed in Erudite. (If someone remembers and realized that she died in Insurgent, can we just forget it happened? I would feel very dumb)

Besides my OC, all other characters belong to Veronica Roth.

Alternate chapter name: Papa Four

. . . I dream of the trees in Amity, my younger self climbing higher and higher. My heart is racing but not from fear, but with adrenaline and longing. I move faster and faster as I hear her voice call down to me: "Tobias? Hurry! You'll miss the sunrise!". . .

I wake to something poking my right arm. I groan in protest and try to move away from it. The probing is consistent and evenly spaced out. I decide to confront whatever it is and blink in surprise at what I see. Bee's curious eyes stare back at me as she hides below the line of the mattress. "Tobias?" she whispers softly.

I plant my face in the pillow and mutter, "Good morning, Bee."

She gives a quick giggle and sighs. "Oh good. Glad you're awake. There's this pounding sound coming from the door. Like a knock. I didn't want to answer it without you awake. I think it's a man. He kept saying 'I'm going to count to four, Four, and if you don't answer I'm tearing down the door. Dauntless ninja style.'" Her lips quirk up when she says the last bit.

I sigh. "Go answer it. It's probably Zeke. I'll be there in a minute."

She nods and hesitates after she turns. Then she swings back around and chastely kisses my cheek. "Yes sir."

I smile after her and head to my dresser to get a t-shirt on and a pair of sweatpants. I listen closely as I hear Bee answer the door.

"Good Morning, sir. My name is Beatrice, but you can call me Bee. Tobias just woke up, he'll be in here soon. Please don't break our door."

I can picture Zeke's face in my mind and laugh quietly. It's fun to surprise him. His reply makes me laugh a little louder: "Okay. Thanks strange little girl."

When I walk in, the biggest grin on my face, Zeke looks at me with shock. "Dude, when we're you gonna tell us you had a kid and named her after Tris? I mean you haven't really dated anyone, but that doesn't mean you got around-"

I clear my throat and point at Bee. She stands there, looking smug with her arms crossed like I am, as if saying We fooled you. Before I can explain, Bee answers it for me. "He's not my real dad. I met Tobias yesterday. I live here now."

Zeke looks down at her and back at me, glancing between us two. "So, where are your parents, Bee?"

She shrugged. "Don't know my dad. My momma's dead."

Zeke winced, guilt crossing his face, but Bee doesn't seem upset; she's just stating the facts. "So where did Super Four save you from?"

"I was homeless. Or factionless. Whichever term you like better." Bee sits back down on her couch/bed and swaddles herself in a blanket, done with the conversation.

Zeke turns to me. "You just picked up a homeless girl off the street?"

I come closer to him to speak quieter. "You should've seen her. She has no one else to look after her. She had been living in a cardboard box for the last three years."

Zeke rubs his eyes, trying to process the situation. "And she just so happened to be named Beatrice?"

Bee, making her teddy bear sway from side to side, pipes in. "I was named after your friend. You know, Tris, the one who died for our city. My mother named me in honor of her." She smiles. "My mom used to say 'you are named after a brave young woman. Use that name to change the world like she did.'" She paused taking a deep breath. "That was actually the last thing she said to me."

Zeke wasn't the only one who was stunned silent. I clench my teeth to hold back tears. I knew she Bee understood that she was named after Tris but I didn't know she knew that much about why she was. That Lauren had told her daughter bearing the same name the heroic things Tris did. Bee looked at us both and gave a small smile. "My mother used to tell me stories about a girl named Beatrice who saved the whole city from destruction, fought in a war, and gave her life so everyone could have free will. I had always thought they were fairytales she made up and used my name in to inspire me with. When she was sick, she told me that Beatrice was a real person she knew in Dauntless. The First jumper. The Savior of Chicago."

My legs can no longer take stand and I slump down in a nearby chair, Bee watching me with a strange look I can only assume as concern. My heart swells. For the longest time, I felt as if only our close friends thought of Tris as a hero. But maybe her legacy is known by more people. Lauren lived factionless but she was still thankful of Tris. Perhaps the all the factionless know about her story. Zeke places a hand on my shoulder with a steady grip. When he speaks, all humor is gone and his voice is quiet. "Beatrice. Who was your mother?"

"Lauren."

Zeke hums an acknowledging noise and turns to look at me. "Lauren became Factionless?"

I shrug but reply. "Maybe after Erudite was attacked she became factionless. I never saw her after that."

Zeke nods. "Neither did I." He's quiet then seems to remember something. "I came here because I needed to talk to you. Do you mind stepping out in the hallway for a moment?"

I nod and tell Bee I'll return soon. She gives me a thumbs-up gesture and continues swaying her bear. Once I shut the door behind me, Zeke pales as he starts talking. "Amar and I was on shift a couple of weeks ago and got a call about a vandalism report downtown near the Hancock building. George decided to come with us and when we got to building, we went inside. . . All over the walls, repeated again and again were the words 'Faction before blood.' We think there is some Faction enthusiast rebel group rising in the city. On Monday, would you be able to investigate a little? You have more power as a politician to dig up some information than we do as police officers."

I sigh loudly. "Yes. Of course, I will. I'll call you if I find anything. Thanks Zeke."

He claps me twice on the shoulder. "You still want to have dinner tonight, or are you going to have to find a babysitter?" He grins widely.

I roll my eyes. "I was thinking of locking her in a closet." I cough suddenly and shake my head. You're so stupid Tobias. Why would you joke about locking her in a closet when that was your punishment that led to claustrophobia being in your fear landscape?! At least Zeke doesn't know that.

Zeke laughs, unaware of my confession and my turning-gray face, and rub the back of his neck. "Nah, I think you should bring her. Introduce her to our crowd. Caleb will like her since he's basically the uncle, if you know what I mean." I nod. Yes, Tris and I would've been married. And yes I would've had a kid. And yes Caleb would've been the kids Uncle. So hypothetically-if-Tris-wasn't-dead speaking, yes, Caleb is like Bee's uncle. Zeke starts putting his gloves back on and heads down the stairs. "I'll see you later tonight, Papa Four."

"Do not call me that!" I call back.

I head back into the apartment to a waiting Bee. "What are you doing?" I ask

She waves me over to sit next to her on the couch and sit next to her. Without hesitation she takes one of my hands and holds it with both of hers. I haven't known her long, but one thing that amazes me is her ability to trust so easily, to love so quickly. And as paternal instinct rises in my heart, those abilities that allowed me to have a place in her heart frighten me as well. She could trust the wrong person, love the wrong person, and be hurt. She looks at me and I suddenly see tears filling her eyes. "Tobias, do I make you upset? Because I'm named after her?"

I gasp softly. Is that what she thought? "No Bee, of course not. No. I do get sad sometimes when I think about Tris, but you don't make me sad. You make me very happy, despite how little time we've known each other. You may be very similar to Tris, but you guys are different people, you know. You aren't as stubborn as she was."

She smiled. "Yet. Just wait till you get to know me a bit better."

"Oh how wonderful." I stroke her head. "The things that you both share in common are the things I admired about Tris. And already admire about you." I touch her nose softly. "You think of others, the way you gave that boy your only blanket. You're tough. I've never seen a ten year old with a right hook like yours."

Bee laughs and softly taps her fist to my jaw. I cry out in mock pain, and she giggles some more.

"See? I don't make you sad, do I?" She shakes her head. "And if you're happy, I'm happy too." I pull her into my lap for a moment, reveling in her comfort and my overwhelming sense of love toward this small girl. My life has changed immensely in the last two days and I know there is no going back after this. She is mine. Within my hollow shell of a lonely man emerges a father figure: to protect and love Bee with every fiber that makes up my body. "We're all right, you know." I say softly, rocking her back and forth. "You and me. Okay?' She nods into my chest. "Someday there will be a time when nothing else is all right, but we are."

The last little bit is quoted from Insurgent, Tobias' words to Tris. The fanfiction will be full of ironic quotes from the books. I'm sure you caught the first few, but it makes my fangirl heart swoon. Thanks for reading.