Holy shit! I'm pretty sure that the control room operators just got a free show. Tobias quickly pulls out of me, and we both straighten our clothes then I pull my panties back on. What the hell were we thinking? Oh, that's the problem, we weren't. That tends to happen when the slightly irrational, all-consuming, intense need we feel for each other takes over. We forget the time and the place, and all we see is each other. We both know the fear landscape room is monitored. Hell, we never even locked the door, so anyone could have just walked in on us. We lost our heads momentarily. Now all we can do is pray no one saw us. I hear his phone buzz in the suddenly awkward silence. He pulls it out of his pocket, looks at the caller ID, closes his eyes, and groans.

"What is it?" he roughly snaps into the receiver. "Shit! Erase it, Zeke." My eyes glance to the camera, and my entire body flushes violently. At the very least, Zeke has seen us making love. Oh, God! I fall into the chair and bury my face in my hands, humiliated. Tobias turns his back on me and lowers his voice but I can still hear his half of the hushed conversation. "I know it was stupid ... No, it wasn't planned ... We got caught up in the moment ... I had a really bad fear landscape, okay? ... Damn it! I don't care. Erase it ... Who saw it? ... Good. Never mention this again ... I swear to God, Ezekiel Raymond Pedrad, if you do I'll kick your ass, and I'm not playing here." His tone worries me, and I look up in time to see him turn toward the camera and gives it his most frightening Four look. "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about ... She doesn't need this embarrassment." He growls into the phone menacingly. "If you must know, I just witnessed my wife and three kids die in a car accident. Tris was monitoring the program so she witnessed it all, too. We were both a little emotional ... Ok, a lot emotional … What?" He listens for a moment with a huge frown on his face, and I hear Zeke laughing on the other end of the phone. "Gee, thanks," he mutters. "Bastard." He hangs up and slowly turns toward me, his face just as red as mine.

"Who saw us?" I whisper, wanting to crawl in a hole and die. I wrap my arms protectively around myself but it does no good. I feel … I'm not sure how I feel in this moment.

"Just Zeke," he softly says, sounding just as embarrassed as I feel. "He locked the camera so no one else could access it when he saw what was getting ready to happen. How he happened to be looking at that particular moment I have no idea but part of me is glad he was." He comes to my side and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek then gently cups my face. "He did see more than I would ever want someone to see. I'm so sorry. We should have waited."

"It's both our faults. We got caught up in the moment," I say, leaning into his loving touch. "We'll just have to live with the consequences."

"My best friend seeing me make love to my wife," he groans. "Not really the consequence I had in mind."

"He watched us?" I whisper, appalled.

"No, he just kept checking the feed to see when we were finished so he could call and chew me out," he sighs.

"I'll never be able to look Zeke in the eye ever again," I mumble covering my face with my hands again. He pulls my fingers away, leans over, and gives me a soft kiss.

"If he ever says anything about it, and I mean ever, tell me. I won't allow him to torture you over this." The thought makes him transform into Four momentarily before his face smoothes out, and he smiles at me then he grimaces like he forgot something. "It's bad enough that I'm never going to hear the end of this. He's already throwing jabs my way."

"What did he say?" I ask and he flushes a deeper red. Suddenly, I'm sorry I asked.

"Which time?" I gasp. "Well let's see, he offered to make us a copy, and he also said I had nice technique," he says with a shake of the head and a roll of his eyes causing me to groan and flush once again. "Come on. Let's get you home, love. You look exhausted. I'll finish up in here later."

"My headache is back, and a nap would be nice," I say. He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. After he locks up the room, we slowly walk back to our apartment in silence, stealing glances at each other from time to time.

"Are you okay?" he asks as we're lounging on the couch, unwinding. Upon returning to the apartment, he immediately went upstairs and got me some more acetaminophen for my headache. I'm leaning up against his side, both my legs swung over one of his. He has one hand resting on my bare legs and the other is playing with my hair.

"I'm thinking of never leaving the apartment ever again," I say as I look up into his face then bury my head in his neck. He kisses the top of my head sweetly.

"I actually was talking about what you saw in my fear landscape," he says.

"Oh!" I think about his question and shudder. "I'll be alright and you?"

"I'm fine now that I know it wasn't real," he says. "How did you feel monitoring me?"

"It was really weird to be able to see what was going on in your mind but still be able to keep tabs on the monitors. It was disorienting. I wasn't expecting that."

"It does take some getting used to," he says. I reach down and hold his hand.

"I tried to close my eyes to escape it but the images just became clearer," I say. "I don't ever want to do that with anyone, even you, ever again." He looks at me with furrowed brows like he's trying to make a decision but doesn't say anything for at least a full minute.

"I make this promise right now, you never have to go through my fear landscape ever again because as far as I'm concerned, I'm through with them. I never want to live that kind of crippling pain ever again. I should have realized how difficult seeing my new fears would be for you. I wasn't thinking when I asked you to do that.

"But I'm not sure I'll be able to keep you from experiencing fear landscapes ever again, Tris. You're a member of leadership and an initiate instructor. Those two positions ensure that at some point in the future you will be back in the fear landscape room hooked up to that computer. But I swear it will be different than watching someone you care about. You know me, love me. When you witness my fears, you live them right alongside me. I know this from experience. When I've watched your fear landscapes, I felt everything right here." He points to his heart. I never really thought about how he feels witnessing my fear, and it makes my heart ache that much deeper for him. "It isn't something I enjoy, watching you face your fears. I knew that the first time I put you into a simulation." He caresses my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "I loved you then. But with others, it's nothing more than a routine part of my job. That's not saying I don't feel for what they're going through, I'm not a monster but it doesn't touch my heart like it does with you."

"I understand," I say, resigning myself to the fact that his was not the last fear landscape I'll ever have to live through. "I shouldn't have suggested it. I know it's part of my responsibilities but what I sat there and watched you go through today nearly tore my heart out. It was awful, Tobias."

"I'm sorry, love," he says.

"I don't think it's a good idea to do it again while I'm pregnant. That was too much stress for Peanut." I rub my belly lovingly.

"I agree with you on that," he says. "We'll sit down with Tori, Will, Harrison, Uriah, and Christina when it gets closer to the second phase of initiation to see who will do what. We definitely don't want to hurt the baby." I imagine that terrible image from his final fear is running through both our minds. He leans over and softly kisses my abdomen then sits back.

"Why do you think your fears have changed so much since you met me?" I shyly ask.

"You've changed everything about me," he says. "Why not my fears?"

"I hate that I can hurt you," I whisper, dropping my eyes to my lap. "I never want to hurt you. When you're in pain, I'm in pain."

"I feel the same way," he says.

"Why do you think you're still afraid of heights and confinement?" I ask, peaking up at him.

"I wish I could answer that," he says. "I think the fear of heights is just a fear that's built into me naturally. No external source contributed to it so I imagine it will always be a part of who I am."

"Have you been to the top of the Hancock Building before?" I ask, the sudden desire to know the answer to this question flames bright. His fingers still in my hair, and he looks at me like I'm crazy. A giggle escapes my lips. "That's what went through my head when I saw you up there. I knew you were terrified, and I felt bad for you but I kept wondering if you had maybe been drug zip lining and just didn't tell me." He smiles and relaxes into the couch once he understands my question.

"I've never been zip lining even though Zeke has been relentless in trying to get me to go. Luckily, I've always had an excuse. You're the only one who knows I'm afraid of heights," he says. "As for knowing what it looks like, I've seen it more than a dozen times in initiate's simulations usually centered on a fear of the zipline breaking." He pauses for a moment then continues quietly. "What were you thinking about during my other fears?"

"Well, that box in your confinement fear is … weird. I don't exactly know how to explain it. It's aware, like it's breathing almost." He furrows his brows at me. He thinks I'm crazy again. "It hugs you as tightly as it can but it also moves when you move. I bet if you were to relax you could make it larger but you're so tense and afraid that it hugs your body. Of course, I didn't notice it when we were in it together. I only recognized it as an observer."

"You had other things on your mind then," he says with a trace of humor in his voice. "I remember you were trying to act nonchalant but your heart was racing, and it wasn't from fear."

"No, it wasn't," I say with a blush. "My heart was hammering in my chest because I was so close to you. That was the first time I was in your arms." He suddenly wraps his arms tightly around me and nuzzles my neck. I can't help but smile. "It was all so new and overwhelming. It terrified me. It's no wonder you were in my fear landscape at first." We stare at each other for a moment before he continues.

"What about my next fear," he says, his humorous good mood gone.

"I still don't understand this fear, Tobias. You're not Marcus. We both know it," I say with a sigh. "But do you want to know what really has me baffled and kind of pissed off?" He looks taken aback by my tone. "Do you honestly think I would stand by and do absolutely nothing and let you abuse my kids? I watched simulation me stand there, indifferent as hell while my son asked you not to use the belt on him. I was dumbfounded." My voice breaks as I remember the looks on Tyler and Tessa's faces.

"That was about me not you," he slowly says. He hangs his head looking ... ashamed.

"Are you 100% sure about that?" I ask. "Why am I even there? I know you're scared of becoming your father, which is an absolute impossibility, like I've told you countless times but your mind has drug me into it. Why do you think that is?" He furrows his brows and a faraway look overtake his eyes.

"I've never looked at it that way before," he says. "I have no idea what that means. Try not to let it bother you." I sigh.

"I'll try not to," I say. "I know you can't be fearless. That's not what I want for you but I wish you would believe here," I press my hand over his heart, "that you're not your father. I wouldn't allow it."

"What about that last fear?" Remembering him cradling Peanut in his arms, so tiny and so still brings on a new wave of choking sobs. "Hey, hey! I thought you'd be happy I'm not Five anymore," he says, trying to lighten the mood but his voice breaks slightly as he pulls me into his waiting embrace. He holds me close, stroking my hair.

"I'm thrilled you're Four again," I sniffle, trying to wipe away the escaping tears but they're falling faster than I can dry them. "What do you think that fear means? Is it just about death?"

"I don't think so. I think the new fear is a combination of the two it replaced," he quietly says. Yeah, my death and my walking out on him. "I think deep down I'm terrified of losing you, Tris, and the kids." This is all my fault. I've hurt him so much. I'll never forgive myself for this. Why in the hell did I have to walk out on him like I did?

"It kills me that I walked out on you. It was immature, selfish, impulsive, and wrong on so many levels. Tobias Eaton, there is nothing – nothing – you could ever do to me that would make me leave you. Do you know why? I love you entirely too much to needlessly hurt myself in that way. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you. What can I do to make you believe that?"

"I do believe you, love," he says. "This isn't your fault. Please don't think that."

"I swear I'll make this up to you if it's the last thing I do," I say, burying my face in his chest.

"Beatrice Grace Prior-Eaton," he sternly says, pushing me away so he can look into my eyes. Wow, it's been a while since he's used my full name and never with that tone. I drop my arms to my lap and look up at him. "We aren't going to do this to each other. We aren't going to torture each other over something that isn't even real. You're not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going to harm our children. I'm never going to harm you. I don't know why that damn simulation keeps showing me the same shit over and over."

"You're angry," I whisper, glancing shyly up at him. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh, God! I'm not mad at you, love," he says, dragging me back into his arms, looking appalled at the idea that I have upset him. "It's the damn fear simulation. I'm sick of it. It's been playing with our minds for far too long. You and the kids are my life. I know you won't leave me. We have too much to lose for either of us to commit such a betrayal. I know I will never leave you because you are just too precious to me. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have you by my side in this life. I love you. I didn't know it was possible to be this consumed with someone. Please don't let this stupid simulation program make you feel so bad. My fears are not your fault." I don't know if he's lying to me or to himself but I'll let it go for now. Maybe this guilt I feel is something we can talk about with Dr. Shaw. He holds me close to him whispering that everything's going to be okay in my ear.

"My heart was aching for you," I softly say when we've been silent for a while. "I felt your pain like it was mine. When you held Peanut," I choke back a sob, "I absolutely lost it. I don't think either one of us would recover if something like that were to really happen." Tears are once again freely falling down my face. He puts one hand on my abdomen and I move it to where she's been kicking. We press our hands into my flesh waiting for her reaction but she's quiet right now.

"I'm not sure I ever want you driving anywhere," he says. "I know it's irrational but..."

"I know," I say. I lift my head until his lips find mine. He kisses me passionately.

"I was so scared," he murmurs against my lips. "I knew the minute I saw your mom, dad, and brother in the simulation that something bad was coming but I didn't want to let myself feel it." Peanut's movement parts us, and we smile at each other. He cups my face with both his hands, wiping the final tears away with his thumbs.

"When you were wandering, I got scared that you would get stuck in there," I say. "That's not possible ... is it?"

"Not really," he says. "There's a disable button but it's so rarely used that I forgot to show it to you."

"You need to show me which one it is the next time we're there," I say. He threads his fingers through mine, lifts our joined hands, and kisses them softly. "I've got to finish up in the fear landscape room. Are you going to be okay here?"

"Yeah," I say.

"Before I come home, I'll go get the kids from daycare."

"Oh, there's something I should have told you before we left," I say. "I hope I didn't screw anything up but I unhooked myself from the program while you were staring into the chasm. I'd watched so much already, I couldn't watch that too."

"It's okay," he says, running the back of his fingers down the side of my face. "No one actually has to watch the simulations. It'll be fine."

"I'd like to go with you but I need to rest and see if this headache will go away," I say. I pull his mouth to mine and press my lips against his. I kiss him slowly until the passion builds then I let him take over. He thrusts his tongue deeply into my mouth, searching mine out. We let them tangle as the power behind the kiss deepens to a new level of intensity and intimacy. He groans against my lips right before he pulls away. He rests his forehead on mine as we both try to catch our breath.

"I better go before I lose total control and take you right here on the couch." Oh! He pushes himself away from me, kisses my temple, gets up off the couch, and saunters over to the door. He opens it and looks over his shoulder at me. "I'll see you later!"

"Tease," I shout after him, shaking my head as the door closes behind him.

Bonus Chapter (Zeke's POV)

"God, I'm bored," I say out loud to the four sterile white walls of my office that seem to be closing in on me today. I'm leaning dangerously far back in my rickety old office chair, tempting fate. Maybe if I crashed it would make for an interesting day. I've already checked all the scheduled outlying cameras for any signs of trouble but everything is quiet, as usual. I'm not complaining really but my time goes a lot faster when I'm scanning surveillance footage looking for a perp. I'd never tell anyone this but those months I was constantly on the lookout for Cameron or one of his goons was the best time I've had since I chose to work in the control room on choosing day nearly three years ago. I know this is an important job but nothing ever happens.

I decide to flip through the compound cameras for any signs of trouble or maybe for something interesting. Once in a while you can catch a full-fledge soap opera unfold in front of your eyes on these monitors. Most Dauntless don't know there are cameras so it makes it pretty interesting the things they do. Before I took over for Four, Dante, Samuel, James, and I would scan the feeds looking for unfolding drama, and drama we would find. I remember this one night a man running across the crowded Pit floor naked as can be, attempting to hold his pants over his swaying junk but failing miserably. The guys rewound the footage and saw him sprinting out of a hallway with what looked to be an angry husband on his heels. I nearly pissed my pants I was laughing so hard. Sometimes I miss my old carefree position.

I pick up my phone to bother Shauna, when something catches my eye on the surveillance before me, and I go back a couple screens. Tris is sitting in the fear landscape computer room by herself, and she looks like hell. Are those tears? I can see that she's hooked up to the computer by the glazed over, faraway look in her eyes. That look has always given me the creeps. Suddenly, I watch as she rips the leads from her temples and cries inconsolably while she stares at one of the monitors in front of her. What the hell is going on?

Four comes charging into the small control room from the landscape room and stops dead in his tracks. Shit, he looks like death warmed over. I hope everything is alright between the two of them. If it's not, they have a lot to lose … their marriage, their family. No, something else must be happening. A previous conversation suddenly pops into my head. Earlier this week he told me that he, Uri, and Christina have to map their fear landscapes because they can't use Lauren's anymore for the initiates. That obviously must be today.

He quickly moves to Tris and pulls her out of the chair and straight into his arms. Damn, they're both bawling. This is so unlike Four. He's never emotional, well at least he's not in front of us. I know he's different with her, I've seen it. But this has to be out of character for him. Tris, on the other hand, has been a bit hormonal lately because of the pregnancy. At least that's what Shauna tells me it's from.

I watch as Four and Tris continue talking, and their conversation looks pretty intense. I don't know how either one of them is concentrating on what's being said though with the way he's running his hands all over her body … and I do mean all over. "Get a room," I mutter to the monitor in front of me. I notice that their deep conversation intensifies further, and I'm not surprised when I watch him grab her and shove his tongue down her throat. I know I shouldn't be watching this but I can't tear my eyes away. It's like I'm witnessing a horrific train derailment and can't stop scanning my surroundings for the gruesome casualties. I type my security code on my keyboard and lock the camera so it cannot be accessed until I think it's safe. I know he's not stupid enough to take things further … is he?

Suddenly, he jumps away from her like she shocked him, and I'm glad he's come to his senses but then he does something I'm not expecting him to do. He slowly drops to his knees in front of her and puts his arms around her waist. You fool! I hope he at least locked the door. I don't want to see what's going to happen next but as I'm turning away, he surprises me by worshipping her little belly with hundreds of kisses, and I relax a bit. She's got to be the cutest pregnant woman I've ever seen, just a little round bump out in front. I've seen some who never recover. I'm never knocking my lady up, no way. Tris starts running her fingers though his hair, and he looks up at her with such love and adoration pouring out of his eyes but then the look changes subtly, becomes darker, and I know what he's thinking. No, no, no!

He stands up and is kissing her fiercely again. I briskly stand up, and the office chair rolls across the room and noisily crashes into the wall. He turns her around and bends her over the landscape computer. Are you kidding me? I start pacing back and forth, running my hands through my hair, which is in desperate need of a cut. What the hell's gotten into you? I glance at the screen and wish I hadn't. He sinks to his knees behind her, never taking his hands off her, and peels her panties off. Seriously, Four! You go down on your girl in full view of a camera? What the fuck? My eyes, my eyes!

No, I will not watch this. It's not right on so many levels. Hopefully, he'll give her a quick orgasm then they'll go home or somewhere where a camera isn't pointed in their faces … well her face. Maybe I should call him and tell him, "Surprise! You're on Candid Camera. Put her panties back on." I pace from one wall to the next, diligently keeping my eyes away from the screen. Are they done yet? Maybe if I just took a little peek. Oh damn! Why did I have to see that? Four's going to gouge my eyes out for this. She just tossed her head back and screamed out. I know what that means. Fuck, I'll never be able to look at sweet little Tris the same way again. Please be done, please be done. Just go home for fuck sake. Nope, they're not going home.

"Fuck, Four," I say out loud. "What … the … hell? You're not this stupid, right? Don't do it, man, don't do it. Oh, son of a bitch." He's screwing her in the fear landscape room. I flip the off switch on the monitor. I should have done that long ago. God, I feel like a skeevy perv. My whole body shivers in distaste. I need a shower … and maybe some hot shower sex with Shauna. Stop it, Zeke! I shake that thought off. This is a horrifying experience not an arousing one. I'll never get these images of my best friend and his wife out of my head ever. Maybe if I had a cheese grater? Who knew my straight-laced, former Abnegation friends are freaks. Before right now, I would have guessed missionary style, once a week, in bed, lights out. I'm going to make him talk to me about this sometime … after I'm no longer traumatized by it.

After I've paced a couple minutes, I wonder if he's done banging her yet. He can't last that long. I flip the switch on the monitor. Nope. God! He's the Energizer Bunny. Maybe I should be jealous. Oh, these images will be seared into my brain for eternity. How the hell do I get them out? I turn off the monitor and wait. When I turn it back on it's obvious that they're done and trying to catch their breath. He says something that causes her to smile right before kissing her neck. She opens her eyes, and they lock with mine.

"Oh, that's right, sweetheart," I say, fluttering my fingers at the monitor. "You forgot about the camera." The look on her face and then his makes me feel sorry for them again but only momentarily. I wonder what the hell they were thinking. They weren't obviously. They move away from each other quickly, putting things back where they belong. I look away from the screen as she slides her underwear back on. I think this is my cue to call him. She looks at him as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He looks at the screen and closes his eyes. I'm sure he knows why I'm calling.

"What is it?" he spits into the phone.

"Ooh, touch a nerve, did I? Well too bad," I say with a humor in my voice. "I'm not the one caught screwing my wife on camera for the entire control room to view. You worked here for two years, dude. Do you not remember the camera placements?" I'm never going to let him forget about this for as long as I live.

"Shit! Erase it, Zeke," he says. I see Tris timidly glance at the camera, and her whole body goes red. I feel bad when she falls into the chair and buries her face in her hands. I promise I'll never tease her about this but her horny husband is fair game. Four turns his back on the camera and lowers his voice. I don't think he wants her hearing this conversation.

"I'll erase it when you guys leave," I say. "You might want to clean up any evidence you left behind." His back may be to the camera but I can see the humiliation he's feeling in the way he's holding his shoulders. I should give him a break but this is priceless. Mr. Perfect Abnegation himself getting caught having sex on camera. I'm sure he thought the roles would be reversed someday. "You do know you're an idiot, right?"

"I know it was stupid," he says.

"Please tell me it wasn't planned," I say.

"No, it wasn't planned," he says like he thinks I'm the idiot. "We got caught up in the moment."

"That was a hell of a moment," I laugh.

"I had a really bad fear landscape, okay?"

"And because of that you bend her over the fear landscape computer? Seriously Four! Not too smart."

"Damn it! I don't care. Erase it."

"I will, I will. Jeez! Keep your pants on. Oh, for the love of God! Keep … your … pants … on." I see him shake his head in exasperation.

"Who saw it?" he asks.

"Relax, it was just me," I say. "I locked the camera when clothes started being displaced and checked the monitors to see when you finishes so I could call and give you some shit."

"Good," he says sounding somewhat relieved. "Never mention this again."

"Hey, I could dub you off a copy for your personal collection before I erase it," I joke. "Four and Tris Do The Fear Landscape Room."

"I swear to God, Ezekiel Raymond Pedrad, if you do I'll kick your ass, and I'm not playing here." He turns toward the camera and gives it one of his patented Four stares but I just laugh to near hysterics. I gasp for breath and wipe the escaped tears from my eyes. Now he remembers where the camera is! "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about."

"Yeah, sorry," I say remembering my pledge to not tease Tris.

"She doesn't need this embarrassment," he says. Did he just growl?

"You should have thought about that before slipping her your willy in clear view of a camera. Why the hell would you do that anyway?"

"If you must know, I just witnessed my wife and three kids die in a car accident. Tris was monitoring the program so she witnessed it all, too," he says, distressed. "We were both a little emotional."

"I'd say it was more than a little."

"Ok, a lot emotional."

"There's something I really need to say before I let you go," I say, sounding as serious as I can.

"What?"

"You have really good technique," I tease then start laughing like a fool.

"Gee, thanks," he mutters. I think I hear him call me a bastard as he hangs up but I can't be sure. It takes me a while to stop laughing and wrap my head around the situation. This is just so absurd. Four and Tris having sex on camera, who would have thought. When they finally leave the room, I press the bookmark key then I take the video back to Four coming out of the fear landscape room to find Tris an absolute mess and place another bookmark. With the magic of one keystroke, I erase all the footage from bookmark to bookmark. I rewind the feed again and the offending images are now gone forever. I send a quick text to Four, "Sex tape has been erased!" and look at the time. Time to go home. Oh great! Now I'm feeling horny and need to have some sex of my own with my lady. I reach into my pocket and text Shauna!