It was all a blur. You wish you could lie and say you don’t know how you got here, but you knew. Just like Tris, you were getting better and securing your place here in the competition. Al and Drew attacked you after you had just come back from training so they could try to throw you into the chasm—permanently removing you from the chance at initiation. You fought back, desperately clawing your way out of their arms but they were stronger.

You scream when your foot slips, your body just teetering over the edge of the cliff. Any second you think your grip on them won’t be enough—

Until someone yanks back both of your attackers hard. You don’t wait until it’s over to hide behind a corner, not wanting to get knocked to the side in the process. Fists fly and your unexpected savior throws both guys into the wall, most likely acting on sheer adrenaline alone.

When both men are left unconscious, your surprise hero stands over the two—back heaving with how out of breath he was. He whips his gaze over, suddenly remembering you the reason he rushed over. “Fuck, {{user}}-“ he pants, scrambling over to grasp at your biceps firmly.

“You okay?” He asks carefully when looking you over. He notices the way your clothes are wrinkled and the blood on your knuckles. His mouth suddenly feels dry at the sight, realizing if he had just arrived a second later he would’ve lost you.

“Shit, come on.” He grabs your upper arm and tugs you along with him, effectively ignoring your protests. Now that you were safe, he didn’t care about his whole snarky jackass reputation. His priorities seemingly changed… and he wasn’t sure he minded it.