Tris P.O.V

My name is Beatrice Elizabeth Prior, but everyone in my squad called me Six. I am currently on the plane returning from Afghanistan. My first tour has just ended due to injury, I have been away for two years now. Due to my injuries I am unable to return to Afghanistan again, but I am partly glad as I am already scarred enough as it is.

I got the name Six because I was shot six times on my squad's last mission. While I was in Afghanistan, I fell in love. His name was Tobias Eaton, but everyone knew him as Four. This was because he was shot four times on the same mission as myself. We became known as the legendary Ten who survived ten bullets.

Unfortunately, Tobias lives in California and I live in Chicago. He was sent home a week ago. I'm not sure if I will ever see him again. He was only in Afghanistan for a year when I met him, he was the newbie to our squad.

You may be wondering about where we got shot. Well, Tobias was shot four times in his right arm. Luckily we were saved in time and for him all that will remain is four scars on his arm. But for me, I got a bullet to the stomach, three bullets in my left leg and two bullets in my right arm. Thankfully, they all missed my vital organs. I am currently in a wheelchair, but that will only last for another two months.

Eventually the plane lands and I find an airport assistant who helps me find my luggage and wheel me into the collection lounge. I haven't seen my high school friends for two years and I cant say I'm not excited to see them. They include Zeke, his girlfriend Shauna, Zeke's brother Uriah, Uriah girlfriend Marlene, my best friend Christina and her boyfriend Will. (A/N: Lynn is not in this story).

I thank my assistant and she leaves me in the collection lounge to wait for my friends.

Suddenly, a tall man, with deep ocean blue eyes, and dark chocolate brown almost black hair walks through the door. Oh my god its Tobias!

"Tobias!" I shout.

He walks over quickly. I see he is wearing his army uniform just like myself, but he wears a sling on his injured arm.

"God Tris, I missed you so much!" he says whilst kneeling on the floor so he could kiss me. I eagerly respond, but he pulls away and kisses my forehead.

"What are you doing here?" I exclaim.

He chuckles before responding, "I moved to Chicago so I could be with you Tris, I love you so much and cant lose you again." That's true. We almost lost each other on that last mission.

I feel my eyes begin to collect moisture and he wipes a tear from my face.

"What's wrong love?" he asks gently.

"I thought I would never see you again and I couldn't bear the thought of it."

"Well I'm here now and that's all that matters." He replies before kissing my nose.

Someone clears their thought behind Toby and we both look to see who it is.

The gang!

"Hey Tris!" they all shout together. Apparently they didn't see my wheelchair, the sling on my arm or the cast on my leg because when Tobias stands up they all gasp.

"Oh my God Tris what happened?" That would be Christina.

"Got shot by six bullets." I reply casually.

"What's up Zeke?" Tobias asks from behind me. Wait, how does he know Zeke? Zeke gaps as he looks behind my chair to see Toby.

"Tobias bro, long time no see." He replies as he pulls him into a man hug, but Tobias hisses in pain when Zeke knocks his injured arm.

"Shit Zeke! That hurt!" Toby cries out whilst cradling his arm.

"What happened to you?" Zeke asks with concern.

"Got shot by four bullets." Tobias replies in the same casual tone as I used.

"How do you know Zeke?" I ask Toby.

"We met playing football in your first year away and he's part of the gang." Zeke answers for him.

"Ahhh ok." I understand now.

"How do you know him?" Zeke questions.

I blush and look at the floor while Toby chuckles behind me. "He's my boyfriend." I say so quietly it was almost a whisper.

Shauna, Marlene and Chris all simultaneously squeal and run toward me.

I scream as I go into a flashback.

Tobias P.O.V

"How do you know him?" Zeke questions Tris.

I chuckle as I see a blush form on her cheeks. She's so adorable when she does that.

"He's my boyfriend." She squeaks out.

The girls all squeal and run at her. Tris screams and I instantly know she is having a flashback. As she continues to scream the girls step back and I kneel down in front of her again. The people surrounding us stare and begin to form a circle around me and Tris but I couldn't care less as of right now.

"Dude what's wrong with her?" Uriah asks, the concern for her clearly in his voice.

I simply ignore him and grab Tris' face to still her thrashing movements.

"Tris look at me, we are here in the US not in Afghanistan, no one will hurt us anymore." As I mention Afghanistan I hear strangers inhale breath and begin to talk about how young soldiers are nowadays. After all we are both only twenty. (A/N: I made them the same age in this story) Her breathing only continues to increase in pace, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I crash my lips to her, at first she doesn't respond so I start to pull away but she wraps her uninjured arm around my head and pulls me back in. Our lips move in sync and I begin to hear clapping in the background. She pulls away and rests her forehead against mine. Both our breathing coming out in short little puffs.

"You ok?" I ask still short on breath from the kiss.

"Yeah." She says, her cheeks all flustered.

"Lets get you home." I say, I kiss her hair and stand. I begin to push her wheelchair through the exit and the gang follows, still quite shocked from our little show.