Hello everyone!

I've gotten this idea and decided to try it and put it into a story.

Please, before you start reading, read this notes:

1. English is not my native language, and although I do my best to avoid mistakes, there are probably gonna be some.

2. This is going to be Eric/OC story. I stick with the movie verse, since I prefer them to be older.

3. This story takes place one year before Tris and Cristina show up. Ronnie, my OC, is 20 years old, with Eric and Four being 23. Initiates choose at the age of 18.

4. For now, there is no rule, that would make the weakest dauntless initiates to became factionless.

Enjoy the 1st chapter, and let me know, what you think! J

Disclaimer: I don´t own anything.

Four is going to kill me. And then he is going to kill him, and then he´s gonna ask, how the hell had I gotten myself into the situation like this. I´m sitting in the infirmary, alone in a small room and I´m desperately trying to process the news I just got. The doctor told me she would give me few minutes alone to think. So here I am, trying to think.

I´m 20 years old and a Dauntless. Not exactly tall, with long curly hair that accentuates the oval face I have. For a girl, I have quite broad shoulders and well-defined muscles, especially on my legs, caused by hours of everyday training I went through.

I always have shivers when I think, that I almost ended up factionless. Being a child from Abnigation with abusive father, for the last two years I desperately wanted to transfer to any other faction. But when I´ve seen my test result, I was a little bit disappointed. I was supposed to choose Erudite. But after considering all the pros and cons that crossed my mind, I´ve chosen Dauntless, with a desperate wish to be with my older brother, who used to be the only friend I´ve ever had.

How wrong I was to think that it would be easy. My brother yelled at me for choosing Dountless, claiming that it was the one faction I could never fit in. From the beginning, I was always the last one in the ranking and no matter how hard I tried, I always failed. After less than a month, everyone was sure I didn´t get Dauntless as my test result. I really didn´t fit in, had no friends and there seemed to be nothing I was good at. Once, Max, our leader, called me to his office and told me, that I had a week to actually get better, or he would have to fire me and I would become factionless. I remember the tears I had in my eyes when I was heading back to our dormitory, for a second actually considering jumping to the chasm. I was so angry with myself for choosing something, I should have known that was nothing for me, with everyone else, for being so damn good and especially with my brother. Except for our short reunion on the first day, when he so kindly told me I could never make it, that I simply wasn´t that type of person that would fit in Dauntless, he barely acknowledged me.

But that afternoon, just as I got to my bed, covered myself with a blanket and wanted to lie down with tears in my eyes, he stormed through the door, pulled off the blankets and told me to get up immediately. "I´m not going to watch you become factionless," he told me. We went to the training room, where he would practise the basic techniques with me for so long, after I finally managed to get them right. Everyday, I would get up earlier than everyone else to train, and I always had to stay after the training as well. The results weren't shining, but there were some. But despite that, after the week, I was standing in Max´s office again, and he had an apologetic look on his face. "I´m sorry. I know you work hard, but the initiation will get even harder now, and you are barely making it now. I´ve seen your test result and I read through your file. You were excellent at school, and I´ve already spoken with Erudite leaders. They will let you to try their intelligence test, and if they find your score to their liking, they are willing to make an exception and except you as a part of Erudite."

I didn´t really hear the end of the sentence, because I focused on keeping a calm face and stopping the tears that were forming in my eyes. But before more could be said, there was a knock on a door and my brother came in.

"Four, if you just could wait for a mome-" Max started, but didn´t finished, cause my brother interrupted him. "I will train her. Till the end of the initiation, just like the last week. She will get better."

I think I will never forget the look on Max´s face. He didn´t understand, why would Four cared about me so much, and when he found out, that we were sibling he really didn´t seem to believe it. Not that I could blame him. I and Four hardly look like a family. He told me to wait outside and had a twenty minute long discussion with my brother. I don´t know, what they were talking about, but in the end, he agreed to let me stay.

It was tough, but when the initiation ended, I was directly in the middle of the ranking. Nothing to celebrate, but it was more than I could have hoped for. I was offered a diplomatic job. While my combat skills were nowhere near as good as the abilities of my co-initiates, I kind of found myself as a true diplomat. I took part in every meeting, and always when there was a need to inform or to consult something with other fictions, I would be the one to try to take care of it. I really like my job and I can´t imagine doing anything else.

During the two years, I have actually managed to find some friends, for the first time in my life. Most of the people are aware of the fact, that Four is my brother, and although our relationship is nowhere near as good as it used to be before he left Abnegation, we manage to get together from time to time, and have some "brother and sister" time.

But all I can think about right now, is the night two months ago. I went out with my friends, who, as I found out later, set themselves a goal – to get me drunk. Unfortunately for me, they were successful. I can´t remember a single thing after the third shot. What a surprise it was, when I woke up the next morning, in a bed that wasn´t just mine, but even worse, one of the leader´s. And of all the leaders, it had to be Eric. Not that he doesn´t have exactly good relationship with my brother, he is also the leader, who I am most afraid of.

And now, I´m sitting here, in the infirmary, and trying to process the news, that apparently I´m pregnant. I´m screwed.