Four/Tobias Eaton Imagines

Finding the Moment

You'd think a faction that prides itself on taking any person and making them stronger than all others would know better than to underestimate somebody, but you'd be wrong. You'd think that the several years you've spent in Dauntless would be enough to wipe the glaring target clean from your back, but you'd be wrong again. You thought you knew what it took to stop the endless rumors about just how you got into this faction, but– well, by now it's a pattern.

Everyone talks badly about the transfers. Everyone. All it takes to clear your name is one good fight in front of everyone or one great display of strength, and then even the most fervent of naysayers will shut up for good. That being said, apparently you've just got bad luck when it comes to finding that one moment, because no matter how many fights you win, it seems like the right crowd just isn't watching.

You passed initiation with a far higher score than even you expected. You weren't the top two, but definitely among the top five. It was more than a respectable showing, especially for a transfer. You picked a job you liked and showed your success with it. Dauntless is clearly changed for the better because you're here, yet you still hear the whispers of rumors whenever you enter a crowded room. Everyone does something big to prove themselves. What's your grand show going to be?

It's starting to gnaw away at you, rust at a grand metal showcase. You have never failed your chosen faction. You've gone above and beyond at your job, but it seems like behind the scenes work isn't the way to cut it when it comes to Dauntless popular approval. When two years have come and gone since you entered initiation and yet the tide still hasn't turned in your favor, you decide to throw in the towel and go to the best source of advice regarding former transfers who managed to rally this bravehearted faction behind them, and that would be Four.

Although he'll never admit it to anyone but a chosen few, Four isn't exactly Dauntless born and bred, although you'd never guess it by looking at him. Four emanates cold, calculating judgment, always in control but quick to a punch when he needs to be. Yet behind him in a dusty and well-hidden past lies an upbringing not in Dauntless, but Abnegation of all the factions. Talk about a reversal of roles. Four wears Dauntless well, but he, too, had to go through the pain of being a transfer once, and if anyone can tell you how to hack it, it's your friend.

Four knows what you want from the moment you find him. "I was wondering when you were going to start asking that sort of question," he admits. A slight twitch of his lips is the only sign of a smile, swallowed up by his usual stony demeanor. No one can do a poker face like Four, although you're secretly not sure if it's due to supreme control over his emotions or perhaps just apathy at life surrounding him. A childhood in Abnegation would certainly do that to a guy.

You arch a brow. "So you were just keeping that information from me all this time? Way to be a good friend, Four."

He coughs. It might be a laugh, but it can be hard to tell sometimes. "A true Dauntless would seek out information on their own. They wouldn't need someone else to hold their hand and give them what they need all the time."

You frown. "That sounds more like Erudite, really. You might be getting your factions confused."

"I see why no one takes you seriously as a Dauntless," Four deadpans. "Attitude."

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Four, because you certainly don't have an attitude. And neither does Eric. Or anyone else here."

This time, you're sure he grins. "You might have a point. Although Eric might not be the best example of Dauntless pride. He's a transfer too, you know."

Your jaw drops. "What? No way, he seems like he's been here all his life. If you told me Eric Coulter just appeared one day out of the pit, I'd believe you."