fourtris oneshots

falling asleep

The images flashed fast before her eyes before Tris was opening her eyes, breathing heavy. She sat up, wrapping a hand around her throat. Her hands shook as she grasped the bright red sheets. Around her, the room in Amity headquarters was silent and it drove her crazy. Tris's eyes trailed down after she looked around the small room, hee eyes and mind mistaking the dark red sheets for blood.

As soon as the thoughts passed through her mind, Tris was quick to get out of the bed, not caring the mess she left of it. Tobias's bedroom was just a few doors down. Tris opened the door, shaking hands fumbling with the knob. Once her hand was tight around it, she threw open the door and was running on light feet down to Tobias's room. A light breeze brushed against her legs but it was too late, and her panic was too much, to go back and put pants on. All Tris wore was a long green shirt, and she suddenly didn't care.

Tobias, sleeping on his stomach in the center of the bed with the orange sheets laying across his waist, woke up at the creek of the door. His head snapped up, turning toward the door. Through the darkness, his eyes looked wide. They softened when he saw her, and Tobias's body seemed to relax. He turned over, staying in the same spot but lifting the covers and waiting for Tris to walk across the cold wood floor. She sat down on the low bed, letting her boyfriend place the blankets around her.

"I think it would be easier if you just slept in here every night," Tobias said, deep voice raspy with sleep. "This is the fourth night in a row. I don't think anyone would mind it." Tobias pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "I definitely wouldn't."

But Tris wasn't in the mood to joke, and Tobias sensed that when he got no reaction from her. Tobias didn't show his own response in his face and only moved his hand to hers, drowning her small hand. He didn't do anything else, only settling further into the bed. He didn't close his eyes until she closed her own, staring at her with the dark blue ocean eyes of his.

And maybe he stayed awake even after she fell asleep, watching for any nightmares that tried to come her way, and fighting them off as soon as they tried to wake her.

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They didn't have to sleep together the next day. Dauntless had come to Amity, searching for divergents and for the so called criminals, and they had to run.

But that night, in Factionless, after the day of chaos and information being revealed she thought the opposite of, Tobias made sure to find them cots next to each other. He pushed the wood together, trying to make it as comfortable as he could with the scraps of blankets he was given, and even in the end, Tobias pulled Tris to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, with some capability to keep his voice so only she heard it, speaking into the darkness that surrounded them, "for lying."

But she didn't say anything, not sure if she would be able to whisper enough for the vagrants around them to hear. Tobias had moved his hand to hold hers while he spoke and she lifted their hands to kiss his then, the answer in that gesture.

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In Candor, though, was where the chaos occurred. The divergents were captured, stuffed into an elevator with their enemy: Eric.

And Tobias got there, but not fast enough.

The knife Tris had gotten was no use. Eric had shot her, his anger uncontrollable and revenge high in his system.

And he shot her.

The Dauntless who weren't divergent captured Eric and Tobias got to her, kneeling by her side with wide, panicked eyes.

"Tris," he said. "Tris, come here. Let's get to an infirmary."

"No."

Her breaths were limited. She could feet the bullet wedged in her bones. Tobias's hand covered the wound, trying to stop the blood from exiting her veins.

"Tris."

Her eyes turned to his, voice airy. "Beatrice."

"Beatrice." There was despair and agony in Tobias's voice. "Please."

"Hold my hand," she said, hand moving an inch. "Tobias, hold my hand, I'm falling asleep."

Because every time when she fell asleep, or on her way to the state of unconsciousness, he held her hand. Tobias hoped that time he could fight away the death, could pick her up and run her to a medic as she was dying.

He hoped that, but he knew that death would claim her before he could fight it off.

So Tobias moved his hand to hold hers, forehead lowering touching forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, the words blowing onto Tris's lips. Lips that smiled a moment later.

"I love you too," Tris said, and those were her last words.