Chapter 3

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Suddenly I am in cold rushing water, being pushed up against sharp jagged rocks. My breathing becomes a bit more shallow and labored from the cold seeping into my bones and the pain from being tossed from rock to rock.

I need to find Four, is the only thought in my head right now. I don't know where he is, and I'm sure he's okay, but I like it better when I can see him.

"Tobias? Where are you?" I shout out above the roaring waters. "Tobias? Four?" I shout again. I begin to panic when I don't hear a response, when I don't hear that low rumbling voice calling back to me.

It's okay Tris; it's just a simulation; nothing bad will really happen to him. I hope. I attempt to reassure myself that everything is alright, but the mere thought of him being hurt makes my heart and entire being ache.

I'm able to stay afloat while the rapid current tries to pull me into its depths of possibly no return. I am banged up against the rocks more times than I can count, and feeling an extreme stinging pain on my left elbow. I carefully lift it up so I can see it better. There is blood trickling down my arm into the water; it must have been cut on one of the rocks.

I try to ignore the pain, but every time the harsh salt water splashes into my wound it's all I can feel and think about right now. I need to get out of the water.

I try to think of the best way to get out of the water without getting any more injuries. I also need to figure out where Tobias has gotten off to.

"TOBIAS!" I scream his name, hoping he has a better chance of hearing me this time.

"Tris? Are you okay?" I finally hear his voice calling out to me in the distance.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where are you?" I shout my reply. I'm running out of breath now, and I'm not sure I will even be able to make it up the rocks without collapsing on the way.

"Hold on, I'll try to swim over to you and help you out." I hear a splash.

Soon the water around me starts getting choppier, as though it's being disturbed. Then I see him; his dark hair, now even darker from the water; his black t-shirt soaked and clinging to his shoulders; swimming towards me.

When he gets to me, I can't help but grin a little. It's good to know that he's perfectly okay, and from what I can tell, uninjured.

"What happened to your arm?" Tobias asks, giving my arm a tilted glance at the sight of blood still slowly trickling down it.

"Oh, um, I guess it got cut on one of the rocks. To be completely honest I'm not entirely sure how it happened," I manage to get out. I realize that I'm talking a bit faster than usual, probably due to the lack of air in my lungs.

"Come on; let's get you out of here. You don't look so good," he says, and puts his hands under my arms where they connect to my shoulders.

"Oh, thanks a lot!" If I could hit him, I probably would, but with the position I'm in, my hand can't make contact with his body.

"You know what I meant, Tris." He snaps, concentrated on getting me up onto the rocks and out of the water. I guess now really isn't the best time to joke around.

He's able to heave me out of the water and onto the rocks, and from the look on his face; it wasn't that difficult for him. Once I'm able to sit down on the tops of the jagged rocks, I catch my breath. It feels good to be out of the cold rushing water, and able to breath properly again.

Four lifts himself out of the water with complete ease and comes to sit by me on the rocks. "You didn't have to worry about me, you know. I was fine," he says, inching closer towards me.

"I-I know, it's just that I didn't know where you were, and I didn't want to run the risk of losing you, and I know it's silly, and I know you were fine… But I just couldn't bring myself to even thinking about getting out of the water; you were the only thing on my mind," I stammer out, my words filled with the sincere truth.

"Tris," he whispers, and then leans into me, his lips brushing mine.

We kiss for what feels like hours, just me and him, connected only with our lips, and our hands tangled in each other's hair. We break apart, both of us breathless, when we notice that we no longer here the rushing water that was there a few minutes ago, and we are once again in the dark.

We stand up from our sitting positions on what was once jagged rocks, but is now just a cold cement floor, ready to face my next fear.

A/N: Yay! This chapter was over 800 words! Hopefully it wasn't too dragged out, or weird, or anything; I did my best with this fear and trying to get more into Tris' head.

Thanks to all of those who have reviewed, I appreciate it!

P.S. I'm going to be away at camp for a week, so I don't know when I'll have the next chapter written and ready to go up, but thank you so so so much to all of you for reading! :)