Tobias POV: 3 months later
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My world is crashing around me as I slowly soak in each word Amar says to me.
"It'll only be a for a few months Four, and you'll be in the base for most of the time. I would say you would be totally safe, but you know I can never guarantee that for anybody." I swallow hard and shake my head.
"I don't understand, I was supposed to be stationed here for two more years. What's changed?" He sighs and rubs his forehead.
"Since Eric is finally off probation for what happened with Miss Prior, he's in command again. You'll be going to make sure he doesn't kill anymore of our boys with this car less mistakes. Understand?" I nod, rubbing my hands on the smith material of my uniform. He glances at me and his facial expressions soften.
"I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't necessary, Four." I lower my eyes. He cuffs my shoulder, forcing me to look up.
"Go home, spend some time with Tris. You're to report to the airport at 0:600 for further instruction next Monday. Is that clear?" I stand and nod.
"Yes Sir."
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Tris laughs as we walk towards Central Park, the wind blowing her windswept hair into her face. I pull her closer to my side. She lets out a content sigh.
"Thank you for dinner, I haven't felt that full since the night of the infamous Pedrard BBQ." I let out a strained laugh. I haven't told her yet. I know how much it will hurt her, and I know I need to break it to her as gently as possible.
We collapse on a nearby bench. She leans against my shoulder, rubbing her face against my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her, pulling her to my chest.
"I wish it was always like this." I whisper. She pulls back and frowns.
"Tobias, what is going on? You've seemed off all night." I sigh and burry my face in my hands. She rubs my back soothingly.
"Babe, whatever it is you can tell me." I sit up. Quietly, I take her hands in mine.
"I've been reassigned." I whisper. I hear here sharp intake of breath.
"You're leaving? But I thought-"
"I know, but there's some sort of emergency. I'm needed immediately." She shakes her head, tears prickling into her eyes. My heart starts to break, knowing I am doing this to her.
"Are you close? Because I could make the commute, or fly every weekend, or even-" I press my lips to hers to silence her. She responds, but I pull back after a minute.
"They're sending me back to Afghanistan, Tris." Her eyes lock with mine, and her tears start to flow. I pull her into a bone rushing hug, not willing to let her go. She cries silently, and soon I feel a few of my own tears join. She pulls back, wiping her face.
"Can we go home?" She whispers. I nod. We walk back to my bike, and soon are zooming through the streets.
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When we enter the apartment, Tris turns.
"You know I love you, right?" I nod confused.
"I love you too, but why-" She stops my words by kissing me fiercely. My arms immidietly go to her waist, pulling her against my body. She tugs at my shirt, and I gladly oblige. She runs her hands down my torso, as if taking in every inch of skin. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her into the bedroom, where her shirt soon joins the floor. As I set her down on the bed, I pull back for a second.
"Are you sure? I don't want any regrets after I'm gone." She shakes her head.
"Never have I had any regrets with you." That's all it take for me to lose my self control.
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Afterwards, we lay wrapped in each other's arms, he lightly drawing patterns on my chest, me stroking her hair. She turns so her face is up to mine.
"Will you write to me?" She whispers. I nod.
"Every damn day." She laughs.
"What about call, and FaceTime?" I kiss her forehead.
"Every chance I get." She grows quiet.
"Promise you'll come back to me." She whispers. I swallow hard. I don't know if I will, but I know I will try for her. I use my hand to cup her face.
"I promise."
YOU ARE READING
The Hero's Call///Fourtris AU
Fanfiction"Ah, perfect timing! Sweetheart, I would like you to meet Private Four Eaton." I turn around and see a bright pair of familiar blue eyes. It's him.
