I don't own Divergent.

Please, please, please don't hate me after this chapter. For the FourTris thing, not the Uriah thing. I like that twist. And I know some people get annoyed when authors change the characters' sexualities, but I decided I want to. So shut the fuck up it you don't like it. Oh, and Tris and Uriah won't get together...at least, not in my FanFics. And plus, in this Fic, Uriah is gay (or perhaps bi, I haven't decided yet). So yeah. Do you guys want him to be gay or bi?

Enjoy and PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME I KNOW IT'S SAD SORRY!

Oh yeah... Warning: quite a bit of swearing in this chapter.

"I know. After the game, let's get Zeke and Uriah and Will and go to a bar," he suggests.

"Sounds good, but -"

"I had Christina slip a good outfit into your bag," he tells me, smiling triumphantly.

"Okay, okay, we'll go." I lean up and kiss him. "Now let me shower, horn dog."

Four and I take the bus to the game. I have my trainer bag, and he has his baseball bag. Most players put theirs under the bus, but Tobias insists on keeping it on on his lap - and therefore on mine as well. We chat the entire bus ride, really only about insignificant stuff. Then we're there and we walk in. Tobias goes to change and I sit in the dugout.

He plops down next to me in the dugout and pulls my legs over his lap.

"You ready?" I ask.

"Yeah. Will you stretch me, though?" he requests, standing and bouncing on his toes a little.

"What part? And I swear to God, make a dirty joke and I will bite you hard enough to draw blood somewhere you won't like it the next time we have sex," I warn.

He smiles innocently. "Who, me? Anyway, my arms and legs, please."

I nod. "Lay on the floor."

He obeys and I stretch both of his arms and legs. Zeke requests the same treatment, so I stretch him as well.

Then Max calls the players to circle up and then sends the onto the field, except Four, who suits up as a catcher, with Zeke pitching to him. I predict Rivera will be the closer.

Tobias plays well as catcher in the first four innings, though some more practice wouldn't hurt him. Then, after everyone else has come in, he stays out a little longer, looking at me and then pointing at the scoreboard in center field. I walk up the dugout steps and lean against the railing, watching him and the scoreboard.

Then I see it. "TRIS: HAPPY 24TH BDAY! YOU'RE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU! LOVE, FOUR."

The entire stadium awws and Four jogs off the field and kisses me. I shove him away, chuckling, but pull him back for another kiss.

Zeke claps Tobias on the back. "You're so getting laid tonight," he adds "quietly." I kick Zeke in the balls and sit down in a very ladylike way. Tobias kisses me again and sits next to me. Zeke collapses next to us, groaning about his manhood.

Tobias presses another kiss to my temple. "Happy birthday, Tris, hon."

I kiss him. "That was sweet, Tobias."

"I gotta go get ready to bat. I love you," he murmurs. He kisses my cheek, grabs his batting gear, and warms up his swing.

There are three batters on, with one out. If Four can get a good single, he can bat at least one guy in.

Tobias steps up the the plate, glances at the pitcher, and switches his stance to the other side of the plate, smirking slightly. He's batting lefty against this pitcher, I guess.

The pitcher grimaces and pitches anyway. Tobias doesn't swing, a wise decision. It's called a ball, though it really could've gone either way. The next ball he throws, Tobias gets ready to swing at, but doesn't. It's a strike. The third ball thrown Tobias seems to like, because he sets himself up and swings. I jog up the stairs to see where it goes. It sails…and sails…and sails right over the back wall! Tobias grins and runs the bases, the other three runners going ahead of him. All of his teammates clap him on the back, but he joins me and kisses my cheek.

"Mmm…sexy man hitting a grand slam," I say, grinning at him.

He chuckles. "Mmmm…sexy woman watching him," he teases. He wraps his arms around me.

I shove him off. "One, ew, you smell. And two, go get geared up."

He sighs. "Fine, woman." And Tobias trots off.

Eric sidles up to me. "Hey, Tris."

"Hi, Eric," I say, in a more closed-off tone. "Do you have an injury?"

"No, but neither does Four," he points out.

"That's different, Eric."

"Oh, you mean because he's fucking you?"

"What do you want, Eric?" I cross my arms.

"You to sleep with me," he quickly shoots back.

For a second, I'm stumped - is he kidding me? But then I see the determined set of his eyes and realize he's serious. "Why in hell would I do that?"

"You slept with Peter and Al and Zeke and -"

"Whoa, buddy," I say, pushing him back slightly. "I don't know where in hell you got those names, but Zeke is dating someone - and neither of us have any interest in each other anyway - and I've never slept with Al in any way, shape, or form. Lastly, Peter raped me, Eric. That's a lot different than sex."

"So? He still got to sleep with you!"

Four comes up behind us, an ice-cold look in his eyes that tells me he's been hearing our conversation. "Back the fuck off my girlfriend," he hisses, "or I swear to fucking God I will fucking tear you to pieces."

Eric swallows and moves away. Four smiles a sickly-sweet smile at him, shoots him one more threatening glare, and joins the team on the field.

Eric grabs my arm roughly. "You should be glad you had your little boyfriend to protect you." His other hand drifts dangerously close to my breast.

I grab his hand and snap his wrist in a single move. "Don't need him. And I suggest you get that taken care of. But you can't go showing Max that I did that, can you? I'm pretty certain sexual harassment would get you thrown off the team."

He growls and stalks off.

"What did you do to Eric after he grabbed you?" Tobias asks, fingers gripping the armrest tightly.

"Snapped his wrist and threatened to get him kicked off the team if he tried to go to Max," I reply, rubbing his thigh gently. "Tobias, I'm fine. I don't need you to protect me."

He pulls me into a tight hug. "Yeah, but I want to, because I love you."

I sigh. "To- Four, that was a great hit!" I say cheerfully, as Rivera switches seats so as to sit next to Tobias and, presumable, talk to him. "Oh, hey, Rivera."

"Hey." He turns to Tobias. "Great hit today, man. And turning to hit lefty? Good play."

Tobias nods, smiling tightly. "Thanks. Your closing was good."

Rivera claps him on the back again and goes back to his previous conversation.

Tobias relaxes some. "Thanks."

"For what? I just didn't say your name," I answered. "And, Tobias, I really don't need to be protected. I can fight."

"I know, Tris. I just feel like if I'm not trying, not enough's being done, because, if you got hurt or something happened to you, I don't think I would deal so well." Tobias stares down as he speaks, cheeks almost flushed, presumably with embarrassment. "I know it hasn't been that long that we've been dating, but you're the only girl I've actually found a connection with."

I smile and kiss him. "I love you, Tobias. And I've only ever dated you and Peter, and I think we can safely say I've only felt a connection with you."

Tobias chuckles. "Yes, that would be a safe assumption."

I lean my head on his shoulder. "So you heard everything today?"

"Yeah…?"

"Why didn't you come earlier, if you were going to anyway?" I ask quietly.

Tobias gives me a sheepish look. "I wanted to see what you would say, to be honest."

I laugh quietly. "It's fine. I might do the same, if I were you. Then again, Eric might not be the best test of loyalty, seeing as he's rather repulsive."

Tobias laughs outright at that. "True, very true. But still."

I don't comment on that, just lay my head in his lap and let out a content sigh. For the rest of the ride, he absent-mindedly fiddles with my hair, me watching him as he thinks something through. His eyes harden a few times, so I can assume he's thinking about something serious.

As we near the hotel, Four smiles at me, but it's almost forced. "You ready to go to the bar?"

"No, not really. But I figure I can let loose, at least for a little while. I just don't like how crazy it gets at bars and clubs and stuff."

Tobias nods understandingly. "I get it. Don't worry, cute little innocent bunny - I'll watch out for you." He grins impishly at the end.

The bus come to a stop. I hop onto his lap, gathering my stuff, grab him through his pants as payback, and walk off the bus calmly.

"DAMN YOU, TRIS!" he yells.

"Too late." I jog to our room, making sure to get there before him, and lock the door. Then I take a nice, long shower.

When I get out, he's pounding on the door. "C'mon, let me in."

I sigh and unlock the door. He steps in and I close it.

Tobias stares at me, going obviously hard at the sight of my bare body.

"Go take a cold shower, horn dog," I order, shoving him gently. He sigh and obeys.

I rifle through my bag which, according to Tobias, Christina slipped a club-/bar-appropriate outfit into.

She packed me a freaking stripper outfit. Well, not literally, but it might as well be.

I throw pajamas on and storm into the bathroom, where Tobias is just stepping out of the shower, reaching out for a towel. I grab his chin and force him to look at me. "The next time you want to go to a bar or a club or whatever and surprise me, tell me to pack myself something. Or have someone OTHER THAN CHRISTINA DO IT!"

Tobias looks concerned. "What's wrong, Tris? Did something happen?"

"Christina packed me a stripper-worthy outfit," I answer.

Tobias chuckles and pulls me into his chest. "You look beautiful in everything, Tris. Especially in my clothes."

This gives me an idea. "Give me your white striped dress shirt," I order.

He obeys, and I take it and go change. I put on the black "skirt" Christina gave me, a white tank top of my own, and Tobias' dress shirt, cinching it with the thin black belt Chris provided me with. It's long enough that it goes down further than the "skirt", though you can still see it.

Tobias steps in to change and his eyes widen considerably when he sees me. "Wow."

I smile - it feels good to have someone compliment me like Tobias does - and hug him. "Thanks. Now get some clothes on. As much as I may like with without them, I'm pretty sure Zeke and Uriah and Will would rather you wear them."

He chuckles. "True, true." Tobias sticks his hand into his suitcase and pulls out boxers, dark blue jeans, a white undershirt, and a casual grey button down shirt.

I put a little makeup on in the bathroom - not too much, I know Tobias doesn't like a whole lot, and I don't necessarily need it - and return. Tobias is watching more sports while I wait.

"I have to say," I begin, chuckling, "that I would think you might get tired of watching sports."

Tobias turns around, looking over me, amusement in his eyes as well. "I watch old and new baseball games, learning the signs of the managers, catchers, and pitchers. It helps me in my game."

"Ah." I sit in his lap. "Could that wait until tomorrow?"

"Definitely for you." He stands, almost knocking me off, but catching me in the last second. "Mmm. Let's get going. Zeke and Uri convinced the hotel to lend them a car for the night. Probably not the most wonderful idea, but I'm hoping at least one of us will stay sober enough to drive back."

I chuckle. "I'll do it. I've gone out a few nights after I had AJ - leaving him at home, of course - and so I learned to not get inebriated like everyone else manages to."

"I remember you saying bars weren't your scene." Tobias closes the door behind us.

"Yeah. They aren't, really, but I guess it's a nice enough celebration, beca-"

"Let's just go somewhere for dinner, then," Tobias suggests. "Zeke and Uriah can go to a bar when we get back to New York."

"Okay," I agree.

Tobias smiles and kisses me, kicking Zeke and Uriah out of the driver's and front seats, respectively. I settle myself in the front seat, making sure to put the seat back as far as I can to cramp Uriah's legs. Will smirks at me in the mirror, and I chuckle.

Tobias sits, looking on his phone for a few minutes before driving off. He makes sure to do a few sudden starts and stops, causing the boys in back to complain.

Tobias finally pulls into a parking lot, looking like a little boy that has just been given a large bag of candy. I chuckle. "So where are we?"

"An Indian place. Is that okay?" Tobias drums his thumbs on the steering wheel nervously.

"Yeah. I love Indian food, actually - it's my favorite." I smile and kiss his cheek. "Now let's get you boys in there."

Tobias claims the bench for him and I. Uri and Zeke sit across from us, and Will on Tobias' right. I'm on Tobias' left.

Tobias orders for us, and Zeke whispers something in the waiter's ear. He nods, and Zeke gives him a charming smile. I notice Uriah watching him leave. Or watching his ass leave, to be specific.

"Hey," I say, snapping my fingers in his face. "Hey, Uri! The rest of our group is on earth, not watching that guy's ass."

Uriah whirls around, face abnormally pale. "I - I wasn't looking at his butt," he stutters.

"Uriah, none of us care," Tobias says, yawning. "I watch Tris' ass, believe me," he adds with a wry smile.

Zeke shrugs. "Bro, it's not a surprise. You stare at the guys when we shower."

A strange, serious look comes onto Uriah's face. "I don't want to talk about this. Plus, it's Tris' birthday. C'mon, let's celebrate."

Everyone shrugs and we eat, as the food just arrived. Tobias wolfed down enough for three people, seemingly easily.

After we're done with the entree, the boys all pull bags out. Tobias gives me a folder first, giving the others a subtle glare to let him go first.

I open it and scan across the document. I grin as I understand it. Then I kiss Tobias. "Thank you, Four. I love it. But you really need to talk to AJ first. I'm all up for it, and I think AJ will be, too. My only question is…what if, for some reason, we break up? Would you still want to be AJ's dad?"

Tobias nods, a stubborn look on his face. "I'd love AJ even if I wasn't dating you. And he needs a dad." Tobias takes a deep breath and slips out of the booth, getting down on a knee. I know what he's doing now, and I unconsciously swallow.

"Tris, I know I haven't known you for that long, but I really, really, really need to ask you this." Tobias takes another deep breath. "Will you please marry me?" He hold a black velvet box out, a simple ring inlaid with a few small stones, but very well designed inside of the box.

I swallow and look down at it. I really, really, really don't want to turn him down, but I don't want to get married just yet.

Time seems to slow down as Tobias stares up at me and Uriah, Zeke, and Will watch us.

I reach down, and Tobias' eyes light up, but then I slowly close the box. He sharply inhales, understanding my answer. Then he stands and strides briskly out of the restaurant. I stand and run after him.

Tobias sits on the curb, tears running down his face. He hears me approaching. "Go away," he mumbles, tears choking his voice.

"Tobias, it's not what you think," I say, sitting next to him and rubbing his back gently.

"All I think is that you said no," he gets out.

"Tobias, I do want to marry you," I whisper.

"Then why in hell did you say fucking no?"

I cough, tears burning my eyes. "Because I don't want to marry you yet. Keep asking, Tobias. I'll say yes when I'm ready, I promise."

"And why aren't you ready now?"

I wriggle under his arm. He leaves it over my shoulders, albeit tensely. I lay my head on his shoulder, letting my tears drip onto his grey shirt. "I'm sorry, Tobias," I whisper. "I really do love you, I promise. And I do want to get married. Just…not yet, okay?"

I can tell he's not.

"Yeah, whatever."

"This is going to change things for us, isn't it?" I move away from him a little, gather my knees to my chest, and rest my head on them.

Tobias sighs. "Yes, I think it is. But I want you to know that, no matter what, I love you."

"I love you, too." I swallow. "We're still…together, right?"

"Do you want to be?"

"God fucking damnit, Tobias! I love you! I don't fucking want to break up with you! If you're going to get angry, get fucking angry. If you're going to cry, cry. But don't fucking act fucking indifferent!" I shout at him.

"I don't know what to fucking say, Tris! I thought this would be the perfect evening - I was going to propose to my girlfriend that I love, and she was going to say yes, and we would live happily ever after!" he yells back.

I notice he said "love." Not "loved." That's good, I guess. "Well, it wasn't," I say quietly, angrily wiping my tears away with the back of my hand.

"No fucking duh."

I sit in the back, kitty-corner from Tobias - as far as I can get from him. Zeke sits in the front seat. No one has spoken to either Tobias or I since dinner. And Tobias and I haven't spoken since we yelled at each other. We each angrily wipe our tears away periodically.

"Hey, Tris," Uriah says quietly from next to me - quietly enough that Tobias, Will, and Zeke can't hear. "If you want, you can crash with me tonight."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. We drive the rest of the way in silence, Uriah holding my hand comfortingly. When we get out, I walk off with Uriah, not meeting Tobias' eyes.

Uriah leads me to his room, allowing me to cry. Once he opens the door, he engulfs me into his arms. "Shh. Tris, it's okay."

I hiccup and get myself under control. Then I whimper. "But it's not."

Uriah sighs and pulls me so I'm sitting next to him on his bed. "What happened? After you, uh, sai- ran out?"

"We fought," I say miserably.

"Hey, Tris, it's gonna be okay," Uriah whispers, hugging me. "He loves you. You guys will be together, I promise."

I swallow and hug him back. "Thanks, Uri." I force a smile onto my face. "Uriah, why don't you just come out?" I ask quietly.

Uriah smiles sadly at me. "Not everyone is as liberal as you guys, Tris."

"They can go fuck themselves."

Uriah chuckles. "Yes, that might be a wise idea." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "I'll come out when I'm ready."

I nod. "I understand. It's like my wanting to wait to get married to Four."

Uriah smiles. "See? You guys still love each other." He stands, pulling me with him. "Now let's get some sleep." He hands me a pair of shorts. "They might be a little big, but I think you can sleep in them."

I nod and walk to the bathroom. I pull the skirt and Tobias' shirt off and the shorts on. I cinch them at my hip with an extra hair tie, and then walk back out. Uriah's sitting in the bed.

"Thanks, Uri."

"No problem. Wanna watch an old, romantic movie and bawl our eyes out?" he asks, smiling widely.

"Sounds good," I say, smiling back. I slip into the bed next to him. It feels weird to be in bed with someone other than AJ or Tobias, but Uriah is just being nice and brotherly.

I doze off at about ten thirty, leaning on Uriah's shoulder. I feel him lay me down and pull the covers up, and then cuddle up next to me. I fall into a deeper sleep.

I'M SORRY, PEOPLE. Anyway, see you soon...