I will warn you if you haven't read ALL the books Veronica Roth wrote in the Divergent world then there can be spoilers in these.

For example if Tris finds out something in Allegiant that the character I am using for point of view knew in Divergent... It can appear in this. You have been warned.

I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant, or the Four Collection, and I never will unless Veronica Roth isn't nearly as good of a business woman as she is an author, and she decides to sell the rights really cheap.

This idea came from thinking about how Zeke and Shauna would have reacted to Four being interested in Tris. In the Four Collection they refer to him as "Stiff" so I'm assuming they are among the few people who know/remember where he came from. Since the three of them are good friends I can just imagine them catching on to his feelings for her, and them checking her out. There's not a lot of places where their lives touch until they are in the thick of things, so... This is where Shauna meets Tris.

From Divergent Chapter 17

"Tris?"

I look up Uriah stops in front of me. He waves along the Dauntless-born initiates he walks with. They exchange looks but keep moving.

"You okay?" He says.

"I had a difficult night."

"Yeah, I heard about that guy, Edward." Uriah looks down the hallway. The Dauntless-born initiates disappear around a corner. Then he grins a little. "Want to get out of here?"

"What?" I ask. "Where are you going?"

"To a little initation ritual," he says. "Come on. We have to hurry."

Shauna POV

I nudge Zeke. He looks at me and I use my chin to point out Uriah running to catch up with everyone. With him is the Stiff. Zeke's eyebrows rise.

"This complicates things." He mutters.

I shrug. It has the potential to complicate things, but if it's just Uriah being Uriah it makes things easier. I had no idea how we would get to check her out during initiation. "You don't think Uriah…" my voice trails off.

"I'd be surprised but," He shrugs, "This is Uriah, you never know."

The train arrives right about then and I jump on it grabbing the handle and pulling myself in. Zeke is one of the last ones in and sits in the doorway with his legs hanging out. Normally I would sit next to him, but today I sit closer to Uriah, and next to the Stiff.

"Where are we going? The Stiff asks the wind from the train blows the pieces of her dull blonde hair too short for her ponytail around her face.

Uriah shrugs. "Zeke never told me."

"Zeke?" She can't be close to Uriah, or she'd know who Zeke was.

"My older brother," he says. He point out Zeke.

I decide to enter their conversation. Actually interact with her. After all that is why I am here instead of by Zeke. "You don't get to know. That ruins the surprise!" I shout into the wind to make sure they can hear me. I extend my hand. "I'm Shauna." It's a way to meet her.

She shakes my hand. It's a weak handshake, and I fault her for it. You can tell she wasn't Dauntless born.

"I'm"

I interrupt her. "I know who you are, You're the Stiff. Four told me about you." I watch her carefully to see her reaction.

Her checks turn a shade of pink that change her eyes from grey blue more blue. "Oh?" She tries to sound casual. "What did he say?"

I smirk. It's the wrong question. It's not what he says about her that has me glad that she is here so we can check her out. It's the way he acts when she's around or when someone else brings her up that has me wanting to get to know her. "He said you were a Stiff. Why do you ask?"

"If my instructor is talking about me," She replies surprisingly firm, "I want to know what he's saying."

There is no way I can tell her about the little he has said. I can't tell her that he started off by saying there's another of us. If Four ever tells her he was once a Stiff too it will be up to him. Neither Zeke nor I will tell his secret.

"He isn't coming, is he?" She tries to hide it, but her voice has a faint sound of disappointment to it.

"No, He never comes to this. It's probably lost its appeal. Not much scares him, you know." But I think you might.

She nods. "Do you know him well?"

I don't know many Stiffs. Okay, really I only know one, and he's a former Stiff, but she seems awfully curious for one to me. "Everyone knows Four. We were initiates together. I was bad at fighting, so he taught me every night after everyone was asleep." I scratch the back of my neck, I'm not sure what I want to say to her, do I threaten her? Do I encourage her? I haven't decided about her yet. So I leave it at "Nice of him." This conversation is becoming uncomfortable, so I stand up and move away so I can be near Zeke.

Yes, there is something about her. I can see why Four would find himself drawn to her, but … I snap myself out of it. We're here. "Here we go!" I jump out after Zeke.

Zeke and I walk shoulders almost touching. "So?" He asks me quietly.

"Let's see how she does at the Zip line."

Zeke's eyebrows shoot up. "Really?" I can tell he didn't think I'd really give her much of a chance.

I sigh. "Really," I can tell that Zeke would like me to elaborate, but there are too many members around for me to say anything.

"Wow."

We walk in silence. Suddenly Zeke runs his shoulder into me and takes off at a sprint. I laugh and take off after him. We run and laugh and everyone joins us in the mad dash for the Hancock building. Zeke walks through the empty door frame, and everyone follows him.

"Do the elevators work?" I hear the Stiff ask Uriah in a whisper.

I smile to myself. Does she think we'll take the stairs? It's Abnegation to go up the stairs, it's Dauntless to go down.

"Sure they do," Zeke rolls his eyes at Uriah. "You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?"

"Yeah," Uriah tries to look serious. "I kinda do."

Zeke glares at his brother, and you would think after all these years Uriah would know what is coming next, but he doesn't seem to. Zeke moves quickly and pulls Uriah into a headlock and rubs his knuckles into Uriah's skull. I shake my head at the familiar sight. Zeke and Uriah will never grow up.

I remember how Four reacted when he was an initiate to things like that. He didn't seem to know what to make of it. I glance at the Stiff. She is grinning.

The elevators open and the members take the first one leaving the initiates to follow. Part of me wishes I dared to get into the initiates' elevator. Watching her is reactions to Dauntless is insightful. I can almost see why since that first meal when he sat with the initiates Four sits at meals where he can keep an eye on her. You never know exactly what she is going to do or say next.

I wish I could talk to Zeke to find out his impression so far, but since he's the one who put this whole thing together there is no privacy around him. Instead I listen to everyone else talk. Siblings boasting how well theirs will do, or they make joking predictions of how poorly they will do. I listen to the conversations trying to see if anyone else has noticed the Stiff. If anyone has anything to say about her. I realize I haven't made any comments about Lynn, and I should, when someone from the other side of the packed car mentions her.

"Hey, Zeke! I noticed Uriah picked up the Stiff."

Zeke nods and rolls his eyes. "You noticed that too." He manages to sound something between board and concerned.

"Bet she's the last one off."

Zeke shrugs. "Doesn't matter to me when she gets off, or if she takes the elevator back."

The doors open and we are hit by a blast of air from the hole in the ceiling. We push and shove our way off. Zeke grabs the ladder and leans it up on the side of the building. He moves up the bouncing ladder quickly whistling a tune that tells me he's a little worried. Wonder what he's worried about? the Stiff, Four, Uriah? Four and the Stiff? Uriah and the Stiff? I contain a shudder at the last one. If Uriah brought her here because he's interested in her that will, as Zeke said earlier, complicate things. Other than myself, for a brief time during our initiation, I've never seen Four show the slightest interest in anyone. I'd hate to see Uriah and Four go for the same girl. Especially when that girl is a Stiff.

I force my thoughts back where they belong when it's my turn to climb the ladder. Zeke meets me up top and grabs my arm for just a second. "You're first."

I nod. Zeke has to be last, if I'm first than one of us will be able to have an eye on her at all times no matter what.

Zeke moves away from me and grabs the first sling and attaches it to the zip line.

I am right behind him. A huge grin plastered on my face. I can hear the initiates gasp and mutter as they figure out what we are getting ready to do. Lynn, my sister, looks at me frozen in place with raised eyebrows. Her shaved head makes her look severe. I wiggle into the sling on my belly, face first so I can see where I am going.

Zeke's hand move firmly and quickly as he straps him in. Every time he does this I wonder if his hands doing such a vital task send the same chills through the other girls that they send through me. I don't really want to think about that, so I look out ahead at the view. The marsh is before me. It looks wild and untamed. I wonder sometimes what I would be like to face whatever is on the other side. Before I can speculate I hear Zeke counting down. I give him the thumbs up and he pushes me into the air.

There is a jolt of fear and excitement that runs through me as we start. The same jolt I get every time we do this. This is facing your fear. This is Dauntless, and suddenly I wish that I was the second person, not the first person to go, so I can see the Stiff's reaction to my flight. I hope Zeke thought to check it out.

As usual I reach the bottom too quickly. Ash doesn't have a sibling there this year, so she and a couple others stand at the bottom waiting to catch me. This is the part that scares me the most. I undo the straps on my back, knowing the next person will be here soon. I make sure they are holding onto each other ready to catch me. Now for the hard part… letting go and trusting that they will be there.

They are of course. In Dauntless there is always someone to catch you. You just have to get over your fear of trusting other people.

The next person arrives and I join the human net. Grabbing onto Ash's arm and Harrison's wrist. We catch Gus and get ready for the next person.

In between people I let my mind wonder. What is she doing up there? Is she excited? Is she scared? Has she tried to slip away unnoticed to avoid coming down that way?

In a surprisingly short time I have my answer. The first transfer is coming. We can hear screams of pure joy over the air. It's a girl. My first thought is Lynn, but then I realize she has long blonde air that is flying behind her. My mind runs through the initiates. The only one I can come up with is her, the Stiff. The Stiff? I'm surprised, but I guess I shouldn't be. She was the first jumper.

She looks like a bird in flight, with her arms out as wings. She's not scared. There is no terror in the noises that escape from her.

As a group we yell and pump our fists for the first initiate. I wonder how many of them suspect what I know? It's no one's brother or sister headed towards us. It's the transfer. The Stiff.

Then she's there, looking wild and excited. Her eyes have more of a sparkle to them than they did when we started this. Her hair is teased around her face. She looks almost pretty. She loosens the straps in her back. Will she hesitate? Does she trust us to catch her fall? We are her faction, her family. If she hesitates here I will know she doesn't really belong. She wiggles forward without hesitation, and she is in our arms. She is part of us.

When she's firmly on the ground she looks back at where she has been. The distance she traveled in the air. I clap her shoulder. "What'd you think?"

Her eyes shine. "Um…" her voice trails off for just a second as she eyes check us all out. "When can I go again?" She smiles. Not the small Abnegation smile I've seen her give from time to time, but a true, wide Dauntless smile.

"Look! There he is!" Ash points to the small figure coming towards us. Then there is a blood curdling scream.

"I bet he'll cry."

"Zeke's brother, cry? No way. He would get punched so hard."

"His arms are flailing!"

"He sounds like a strangled cat," The Stiff adds, and she's right. He does.

With her back to me I feel myself nodding. She might just belong here. She might just be the one. She joins us to catch Uriah. I grab her elbow and across from me Harrison's wrist. We make a net for Uriah to land in. "Pretty sure we can't call you 'Stiff' anymore" I nod at her. I realize in that instant I've made up my mind about her. "Tris."

When everyone is done we walk back to the trains. There is a lot of jostling for position and teasing as we walk down the empty streets. It looks like a small group starts a rather tame game of Dare as I see one after another slip into an empty building and return with a trophy.

Zeke bumps into me. Accidently, on purpose, and I suppress a shiver. I've gotten good at hiding what his touch does to me. He holds out his right hand in a fist, and I hold out mine. We had agreed a couple of days ago on this. That if we ever got a chance to watch the Stiff, Tris. This would be the way we gave our opinion on her until we got to a place we could talk. Our hands pump up and down. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.

I look down to see what he did. There are two pairs of scissors. One, two, three, four fingers stretched out. I look up at Zeke and we grin.