I don't own Divergent.

Hey, peeps. Whasup? Methinks I failed my math and Latin exams. #YOLO, I guess. That's way overused...

I'm in kind of a rambling mood, if you couldn't tell. That's where Tris gets her Tobias-ramblings at the end.

So I just wanted to say... I know a good number of you were disappointed with Tris' response. Yes, it is going to be awkward, but they're still going to try. They are not just giving up. One thing I try to do in my FanFictions is have some sense of reality (I'm not even going to try to claim that they're always realistic in any way). I know we all hear about those weddings where they met a few months before. I guess that does happen sometimes. Usually, people date for longer. Also, Tris is probably going to have at least a few issues after being raped and having to raise her kid pretty much on her own. So yeah...reality...Tris no marry Four yet...yeah.

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"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 wake to Uriah pulling a jockstrap on and stuff my face into a pillow. "Ew, Uri. Please tell me you have at least boxers on now."

"Yup. Got my pants on, too," he answers, though I can hear the smile in his voice. "But hey, all I did was moon you."

"Shut up, Uriah."

"Okay. Anyway, you should go back to your room and get some clothes and stuff. Breakfast opens in fifteen minutes." Uriah hesitates. "Talk to Four on the bus."

I swallow. "I'll try." I get out of the bed, hug Uriah, grab my purse and clothes, and sneak to my room. I open the door to find Tobias passed out on the couch, empty bottles of liquor surrounding him.

I swear quietly - I don't want to wake him up - and run a bath. Then I strip him down and practically carry him into the bathroom. He pukes into the toilet when I get him there. I hand him a toothbrush and he brushes and spits. I help him into the tub and make sure he washes himself. Then I hand him a towel, help him out, and go grab a cup and some aspirin. I fill the cup and hand him it and the aspirin. Then I change into what I normally wear to away games - a grey Yankees shirt with black shorts and converse. I brush my hair and teeth and leave, not having said a word to Tobias.

I sit next to Uriah, about ten minutes late to breakfast. He eyes my plate. "You should've gotten more."

"I have food."

"You'll be hungry." He points to my eggs. "Those aren't a whole lot of food."

"I have an apple and some juice, too," I remind him. "And I keep bars in my bag."

Uriah sighs. "What took you so long? Did you talk to Four?"

"Four was knocked out when I got there," I say flatly. "Drunk."

"Oh." The tone of Uriah's voice tells me he's not surprised.

"So I cleaned him up and left."

"Ah."

"You don't sound surprised that he was drunk," I mention.

"Zeke might have mentioned it to me," he mumbles.

"I don't really care. So long as it isn't a habit and he can play, I don't care." I bite my lip. "I didn't mean to hurt him, Uri."

"I know."

"But you did," a new voice adds. I see Zeke, who's glaring at me.

"Zeke, lay off her," Uriah says in a warning tone.

"She fucked with him," Zeke points out, taking a bit of his omelette.

"Not on purpose, Ezekiel." Something in Uriah's tone is final now.

Zeke grumbles but eats silently.

Uriah gives me a meaningful look, shoves me into the seat next to Tobias on the bus and sits behind us.

"So," he mumbles after a couple seconds. "You spent the night with Uriah. How was the sex?"

In about a millisecond, Uriah has his hands around Tobias' neck. "Careful, Four. I may want her to talk to you, but that does not give you permission to be shitty to her. Especially considering how nice she was to you this morning."

"Yeah, yeah," Four grumbles. "I'll be civil. Now let the fuck go of me."

Uriah releases him. "Be nice to her," he repeats.

Tobias looks at me, rubbing his neck. "Okay, that may have been a little mean," he concedes.

I raise an eyebrow. "You just insinuated I had sex with a gay man right after I fought with the guy I love. A little might be an understatement."

"Of the century," Uriah adds. "And Tris," he complains.

Both of us ignore him. "Look, Four, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You did."

I grab Tobias' knee. I lean closer. "Look, Tobias. I won't deny I was upset and angry and shouldn't have yelled at you. But I do love you, and I do want to get married. I'm just not ready. I'm sorry."

Tobias bites the inside of his cheek, hard enough to draw blood. I gently unhook his mouth from his teeth. He meets my eyes, pain abundant in his. "I think the fact that you saying no shocked me the most. I never dreamt you would - not in a million years. I love you, and that hurt me - a lot."

I wrap my arms around him. "I'm sorry."

Tobias' hands soon find my waist. "Were you serious?" he whispers. "If I keep asking, will you eventually say yes?"

I kiss his cheek. "Yes, Tobias. I'll eventually say yes."

He lets out a breath, but doesn't say anything.

Then both of us are flicked in the back of head. We turn around simultaneously, glaring at Uriah.

"Make up and kiss already," he orders.

"I don't think that's going to happen, Uriah," I mumble. "Things have changed."

"But you still love each other."

"Love isn't a magic cure-all," I whisper, remembering hearing the same words come from my mother's mouth.

Tobias looks at me, a surprised look coming onto his face. "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Just something my mom said to me once," I murmur.

Tobias searches my face carefully. He opens his mouth to say something, and then decides better of it and turns back to Uriah. "Leave us be."

I see Eric in the dugout, his right arm in a cast from finger to mid-upper-arm. I smirk at him, waving girlishly, and then jog up the stairs and lean on the railing next to Uriah and Tobias. Tobias doesn't touch me, and I don't touch him, but there's less tension.

Tobias doesn't play in this game at all. Uriah does. This makes it awkward for me.

I decide to check my phone. I see about a thousand texts on it, all of them from Christina. I choose not to read them.

But there's one from my dad, too. I grab Tobias' arm roughly. He looks at me and then glances down at my phone. His eyes widen.

"Open it," he whispers, pulling me off the steps. We sit on the bench.

I click on it. It reads: Tris, honey, your mother and I are safe. We've dealt with the…business, and will be flying up to New York in four or so days to visit. Can you please text me your address?

I let out a sigh of relief and collapse into Tobias, almost in tears. Tobias doesn't push me away; on the contrary, his arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer to his chest.

"Tobias?" I whimper.

"Yeah?"

"Can we leave?" I finger with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He stands, unfortunately. "I'll go talk to Max."

"Thank you," I whisper, but he's already gone.

I watch his retreating figure. He speaks to Max for a second, and then Max scowls and waves him away. Tobias nods and grabs my hand.

"He said we can go if we can get ourselves back." Tobias leads me out of the dugout and towards the street. He hails a cab and gives the address of the hotel.

While we're in the cab, he holds me tightly, stroking my hair and whispering to me. He pays the cabbie and we go to our room.

Tobias allows me to cuddle into him on the couch. "They're okay," I finally whisper. "Whatever they were in…they're okay."

He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Yup."

"Thanks, Tobias," I say, yawning and cuddling closer.

"For what?"

"For comforting me and stuff when…after everything," I reply.

He grunts and looks down at me. "You helped me out this morning. Tris, we both still love each other, just like Uri said. It's just -"

I cut him off, pressing my lips to his firmly. He smiles into the kiss and adds his tongue. I break of the kiss, stand, and walk to the bed; he follows.

We lay pressed against each other. We used that to explain our feelings to one another right now. I'm not going to lie, not all of them were positive.

I trace a pattern absent-mindedly on Tobias' chest. "Why did you ask me so early?" I murmur.

"I'm in love with you." Tobias rubs his hand along my bare back.

"Yeah, but you had to have known I wouldn't be ready."

He shrugs and leans in to kiss me, gently brushing my lips with his own and nuzzling my cheek. "It was in the back of my mind. I just thought you might love me enough to say yes anyway."

I sit on him, straddling him. "So that's what this is about. You think I don't love you as much as you love me."

Tobias shrugs. "I guess."

"Tobias, love isn't a magic cure-all," I reply.

"Why would your mother tell you that?" Tobias asks, scowling.

I bite the inside of my cheek. "That doesn't matter, Tobias. All that matters is that it's true."

"No, it does. You know a lot about my childhood. How come I barely know anything about yours?" Tobias props his head up on an arm.

I bite my lip hard. "What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with the easy stuff. Where'd you grow up?" Tobias watches me carefully, searching my face.

"Chicago." I harden my face into a mask, letting nothing through.

"Where in Chicago?"

"Not important," I deflect.

He sighs. "Okay. Who was your best friend growing up?"

"My brother, Caleb, or our neighbor's kid, Mac," I say easily.

"What did your parents do for work?"

How do I answer this one? He'll be able to tell if I lie, but how do I explain what they do?

I swallow and don't answer.

"Ah…that's their secret. Their jobs. What were they, mobsters? Drug dealers? Gang leaders?" Tobias asks. "Politicians?" he adds, smirking slightly.

"No - no! My parents do good for the community, they just don't do it under the law. My parents round up people from gangs and mobs and stuff, make them befriend each other, and train them to keep Chicago safe. They're an unofficial police service. They also rob the rich and give to the poor," I explain. "My parents have been lowering the levels of gun violence in Chicago by a lot."

Tobias swallows. "That's an interesting job."

"Did I scare you off?" I whisper.

Tobias shakes his head. "No, no. Just - what're they called?"

"Divergents. Why?"

Tobias grins. "They robbed my father's office once and spray painted symbols all over it. I was maybe sixteen. I may have found it amusing, but my father did not - he beat me for laughing."

"Oh." I lay back on the mattress and cuddle with him.

"Okay, so are there any other family secrets?" Tobias asks.

"My uncle is in the police force and gives my parents information about gangs and criminals. He also tells my parents when the police are on their trail." I look away from Tobias.

"So your uncle's a dirty cop?"

I glare at him. "No. The police chief likes the Divergents. Only the mayor and the rich people and politicians don't. He keeps the city safer, Tobias. My uncle just aids that."

Tobias shrugs. "It's a cool job, I'll admit."

"But you -"

"No, I'm not judging your family. It's just a surprise. Is that where you learned to fight?" Tobias asks, tracing my lips with the tip of his finger.

"Yeah. I would run amongst some of the most dangerous criminals in Chicago without a second thought," I reminisce, chuckling. "They were all very nice to me, though. I learned how to fight with gangsters, how to swear with mobsters, how to shoot with the best of them, and how to throw knives from my father."

Tobias smiles. "You learned how to swear from a mobster?"

"From multiple, really," I reply. "In several languages."

He kisses my forehead. "Sounds like a nice childhood."

I nod. "My dad is pretty lethal, but everyone likes him, so my neighborhood was kinda like one big family."

I sit next to Uriah at dinner. Tobias sits next to Uriah at a different table. Will is being smart and sitting with Rivera.

"So what happened after you left the game?" Uriah mumbles through his food. "Why'd you leave the game to begin with?"

"I got a text from my dad," I answer, shrugging. "I just wanted to go talk to Four about it."

"What happened?" he pushes.

I bury my face in my hands. "We had sex."

Uriah chokes. "You what? I mean, I'm glad you made up, but -"

"That's just it," I interrupt. "We didn't, at least not really. The sex was great and everything, it's just…it wasn't the same. It wasn't making love."

Uriah nods knowingly. "But hey, it's a step. How's he doing?"

"He thinks the reason I turned him down is that I don't love him enough," I reply.

"Oh. Well, I'm sure you said you did, right?"

"Yeah." I elbow Uriah. "Meet any hot guys recently?"

"We aren't talking about me, Tris."

"A girl can hope." I smile at him. "Anyway, I'm starting to think you're a better best friend than Christina."

"Would you still say that if I wasn't gay?" he whispers, not meeting my eyes.

"Of course, Uriah. The only reason I haven't said that before is because I haven't seen you in action." I hug him. "I'm not going to judge you, Uri." I look him up and down. "I might have someone for you…"

"A guy?"

"No, Uri, he's a rainbow unicorn," I tease. "No, he's an ex-gangster turned civilian. His name is Robert. He's a good guy. I think you'll like him."

"Where does he live?" Uriah asks. I can see I've spiked his interest.

"My dad's having him move to New York soon," I almost-sing enticingly.

"Why?"

"Ummm…" I trail off, thinking of what to say. "Uriah, you grew up in Chicago, right?"

"Yeah." He takes another bite of chicken. "Why?"

"You've heard of the Divergents?" I bite my lip.

His eyes widen, and he automatically lowers his voice. "Yeah, everyone has."

I moisten my lips. "Let's just say my family knows them pretty well. Robert is one, and -"

"Is your family the head?" Uriah pushes.

I bite my lip again. "Yes. Anyway, Robert is one, and my dad is having him move to New York to talk with the Insurgents, the New York branch. There's one in New Orleans, too - the Allegiants." I look him in the eye. "Don't tell anyone about this. Anyway, I'll introduce you to Rob when we get back to New York. You're totally his type - the last guy he dated was a fireman who played catcher in a weekend league. Oh, and the joking part. That, too."

Uriah grins. "What does he look like?"

"Blonde hair - more gold, really. Dark brown eyes. Fit body. Kinda tanned skin," I describe. "Big lower lip. Strong jaw. Pretty tall. Straight, medium-sized nose. His hair's kinda curly, too."

Uriah nods. He hugs me. "Thanks, Tris."

"No problem. Do you wanna hang with Four and I tonight? I figure I should really stay with him, and if you're there it won't be quite so awkward." I smile at him hopefully.

"Sure. See you at seven?" he offers.

"Sounds good." I flick him in the head and sit next to Tobias. "I invited Uriah to watch some movies with us, Four."

"Ah. To alleviate stress?"

I nod. "Do you mind?"

"No, it was a good idea," Tobias mumbles. "Should we invite Zeke?"

I give the other man, currently conversing with another baseball player, a cursory glance. "No. But you should explain to your friend that this isn't all my fault, though I admit I may have unknowingly started it." Then I stand up and walk away, meandering to my room and turning the TV on.

I flick through the channels of the TV boredly, and then slip into pajamas and drag the quilt off the bed. Uriah knocks on the door about ten minutes later, already in his pajamas. He plops down next to me and pulls some of the quilt over him.

He's quiet for a few minutes. "You should really reply to Chris' texts. She's pretty worried, Tris."

I sigh. "I didn't want to go through her yelling at me for turning Four down."

"She's not going to yell at you. Just read them," he encourages.

I sigh and pull my phone out. I unlock it and scroll upward some.

The messages read:

Tris, honey, what happened? Will told me Four proposed and you said no. Are you two okay?

Tris? Please answer me, Tris.

Tris, sweetie, Zeke has been texting me some pretty nasty things. What's going on?

Tris, you need to talk to me. And Four.

Okay, now I've been texting Uri. He said it wasn't only you; he said you and Four fought.

Tris, please text me back.

Sweetie, none of us are mad at you.

TRIS.

I sigh and tap out a reply. Sorry, Chris. I wasn't checking my phone much.

What happened? (Chris)

I'll explain when we get back. It's not really something for texts. (me)

Okay. Thanks, sweetie. (Chris)

No, thank you. I have to go now, Uriah and Four and I are going to watch some movies. (me)

Have fun! (Chris)

I put my phone away and Uriah wraps an arm around me while we wait for Tobias.

He doesn't come for a little while. When he does, he simply sits next to me and buries his face in my shoulder. "I love you."

I wrap an arm around him, and he smiles at me sadly.

Uriah glances at us and turns the movie, Pitch Perfect, on. Tobias groans when he sees the title, but just tucks his legs underneath himself and pulls me and the blanket closer.

About halfway through the movie, Tobias falls asleep. I hold a finger to my lips at Uriah, who's watching the movie interestedly, and half-carry, half-drag him into the bedroom. I pull his jeans and shirt off and tuck him into the bed, kissing his head and rejoining Uri.

"Once a mother, always a mother," he mumbles.

I hit him. Hard. "I'm not that much of a mother, you bully."

Uriah raises his eyebrows and goes back to the movie. I sigh and do the same.

A few minutes later, I amend, "Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a mother."

Uriah grunts his agreement and then yawns. "Okay, Tris. Anyway, it's like eleven and I have a game tomorrow." He hugs me. "See you at breakfast." He turns the TV off, collects his stuff, and leaves.

I yawn as well and join Tobias in bed, pulling the quilt over us. He sighs and cuddles closer to me as I lay awake.

I have to say, when I first met him, I never imagined him to be a cuddler. Then again, I also never imagined that he would propose…or that I would say no.

I really didn't mean to hurt him. I do love him - enough to marry him, even. I just don't want to do it yet. I just wish he could see how much I love him.

Ew. I sound like a lovesick teenager. Do all people have weird, immature thoughts before they fall asleep?

Mmmm…Tobias still smells like baseball. I've always loved that smell. Tobias smelling like it just makes me like it more, though his cologne doesn't smell at all like baseball.

He wraps his arms around me in his sleep, and I succumb to the feeling washing over me, closing my eyes.