I do not own anything in the Divergent (soon-to-be) trilogy!

Amelia finished up her work in the orchard. Climbing down the ladder, she threw off her gloves and picked up the large basket of oranges she had been picking. Walking back towards the farmhouse her parents were lucky enough to have been assigned to, she began thinking. Amelia had turned 16 some months prior to now, and in another two she would have her choosing ceremony. However, what faction would she choose? At the moment, the choice seemed pretty simple: she enjoyed where she was, so she could stay. But when she was asked what she thought humanity's biggest flaw was, she believed it was a mixture of what all factions believed, but of course that wouldn't work.

Arriving at the back of the house, she put all thoughts aside and set the basket of oranges with the other collection of colorful fruits. She opened the back door, the screen door swinging shut behind her, to find her parents in the kitchen, two officials speaking to them kindly.

"Mama, Dad, what's going on?" she asked, giving the officials a small smile.

"Well, we're trying to figure that out, too. Sit down with us," her mother said, offering her a seat between her parents and a small smile.

"We apologize in advance for any stress caused by this," one of the officials, the taller one, began. "However, this is a new project and may cause uneasiness among many."

"The idea is very simple," the short official carried on. "There have been issues with… special people. Divergent, they are called. There has been a great distaste aroused towards them, and we plan to fix that."

"Therefore," the tall official began, "we have decided to train a Divergent to be accustomed to all factions," he smiled. "After the training, we will then begin to decide what to do next."

"Unfortunately, we will need to take your daughter with us to headquarters," the short official finished.

Amelia's father shook his head. "First, how do you know she's Divergent, and secondly, why should we trust you?" he said, trying to remain calm and avoid conflict.

"Blood tests and because we're from the government," the tall official responded. "And due to our orders, if you don't allow your daughter to come with us, we will be forced to take her unwillingly."

Amelia's mother stifled a sob, and her father began bickering with the officials. Amelia comforted her mother, trying to soothe her. Suddenly three more men came in to the house, two restraining her parents and one grabbing Amelia.

"You have left us no choice, Mr. and Mrs. Price," the short official said. "Say your goodbyes now."

"Mama, Dad!" Amelia said, turning around in the man's grip.

"We love you!" her mother yelled back. "You'll be okay! We'll see you soon, okay baby girl?"

Her father was trying to take down his bodyguard, and her mother disappeared from sight as Amelia was carried away towards an unknown, suddenly very scary future.

Gabe sat around a table, laughing with a few of his friends. Looking at the time, he realized there was a meeting about to begin for all the faction leaders. "Hey guys, I gotta go." He stood up and left, waving to recognize his friends' farewells.

Arriving at the meeting room above the Dauntless faction's area, Gabe sat down with the handful of other leaders. He had only recently been upgraded by Four to a government position. He nodded his head in greeting at the others, then sat and waited until the projection sprang up, showing all the other government officials on the screen from each faction.

The Abnegation began, giving a quick brief of what was to entail in the meeting. They then passed it to the Erudite and Amity officials, since they were the most involved.

"Greetings," the Erudite official began. His name was Caleb, a relative of a well-ranked Dauntless girl name Tris. "I'll get straight to the point. The Divergent people have been killed and looked down upon for many years," he began. "But we have a plan to use their abilities instead for research. We have planned to apply special training to a Divergent girl by the name of Amelia," he said. Her picture showed up in the middle of the screen. She was a tall girl, with light brown hair that was almost a sandy blonde. Her eyes were a quite shocking hazel. "This special training will include initiation processes for each sector, among other things. After these processes, we will decide what to do. On to Amity."

The Amity leader nodded her head, giving a smile. "Thank you Caleb. We have chosen Amelia due to a family history of Divergence and of her own signs of being so. She is currently contained and being watched at Amity headquarters. The first area she will be trained at will be at the Dauntless institute, if that is fine," she said.

Four nodded. "Of course. Anything else?" he asked. All leaders agreed everything was spoken of. A few small arrangements were made, and then the meeting closed.

Four and Tris, who was also on the committee, called Gabe over. "You'll be in charge of her training, housing, everything," Four said. "Tris will be helping as well, and I of course will be checking on her progress when I can."

Gabe nodded. "No problem."

Four smiled. "She'll be here a little before dinner. Be ready at the dormitories and Tris and I will meet you there to show her around. You'll begin officially tomorrow."

Gabe nodded and was dismissed. This was his first official task that wasn't paperwork while he had been on the committee. He wasn't going to mess it up.

Amelia arrived at the Dauntless compound. She was being led in by guards. It had taken many threats of tranquilization for her to stop fighting them. She trotted along obediently, taking in every detail she could. By the time they came to a stop, she had a possible escape route planned.

She arrived at a door in one of many random hallways, three people meeting her there. There was a short blonde girl, a tall, very powerful looking man, and an even taller teenage boy with a metal ring through his nose. She sighed. Why Dauntless?

"I am Four, head of the faction," the powerful looking man introduced himself. "This is Tris," the short girl, "and Gabe," the tall teenager. "Welcome to our cozy home," he said sarcastically. Amelia smiled slightly.

Four talked to the guards for a few moments and they finally released her. Four undid the handcuffs around her wrists, and waited to see what she would do. When she stood there, looking around, he seemed satisfied. "Now that I know you won't be too difficult at the moment, let's get started."

They walked her around the compound, showing her a few different hallways, some of the shops, et cetera. Four walked to her left, Gabe to her right, and Tris held Four's hand on the farthest left. "Amelia, would you like me to get you some clothes? We can now or tomorrow," Tris said.

Amelia nodded. "Now would probably be better. And I usually go by Lia," she said.

Tris nodded. "Lia. Alright, this way." She walked beside the girl, leaving the two men behind to speak. "I'll also show you your living quarters after dinner. It'd be depressing to have you sleep in the large dormitory all alone," she said.

Lia smiled. "Thank you."

They arrived at the clothing shop. Lia decided on a black t-shirt that she decided looked very good on her, a long sleeve black shirt, a thin gray jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black boots. For the moment she kept her jean shorts on, but changed her shirt and shoes. "There. Before you know it, you'll be getting tattoos and piercings," Tris said with a smile.

Lia smiled. She had always thought about getting a tattoo.

Tris led her to the dining area, a very loud and crowded area that she had to admit smelled very good. She sat down at a table with Tris, Gabe, and Four. "So the shopping went okay?" Four joked, giving Tris a peck on the cheek.

"Well, you know how I love shopping," Tris said. "But at least she's easy to dress."

Lia listened to Tris and Four talk for a bit, then spaced out and observed everything around her. The colorful hair, the not-so-colorful clothes, the laughing, the yelling; all of it caught her attention. Suddenly her peace was broken by the teenager named Gabe speaking.

"What's it like in Amity?" he asked, nibbling on some bread.

She sat up more from her slouched position. "We do a lot of things outdoors," she began, "including work and recreational things. There's little to no conflict," she said with a bit of a smile. "But contrary to popular belief, not everyone's happy-go-lucky."

Gabe laughed. "I think Amity and Abnegation are the opposites of Dauntless. Were you ever thinking of joining?" he asked.

Lia shook her head. "No, I'm not brave enough. I thought about joining Erudite for a while," she admitted.

"But ultimately…?" he inquired.

"I'd probably stay in Amity."

"Ah," he said.

"How old are you?" she inquired.

He smiled. "18."

"And you're on a government committee?" she asked.

He nodded, smiling. "Yup. Here age doesn't really matter."

She smirked. "Can't imagine why."

After dinner, Tris and Gabe led her to her living quarters. Four was apparently doing some job or another.

"Here we are," Tris said. She unlocked the door, handing the keys to Lia. "You're not technically supposed to have the keys, but you're not a prisoner, so we don't see why you shouldn't," she said with a smile.

Tris returned the smile. "Thanks." She ventured into the apartment. It had a small couch and TV in the living room, a kitchen, and down the hallway was a bathroom and a master bedroom. Simple and efficient. "This will be just fine," she said.

Tris nodded. "Well, I gotta get back to my own place," she said with a stretch. "Don't be long Gabe. And even if temporarily, welcome to the family, Lia."

Lia nodded and bid her goodnight. She walked in, allowing Gabe to follow her. He made himself at home, plopping on the couch and turning on the TV.

Lia looked at him. "Had no one ever taught you manners?" she asked, crossing her arms.

He looked back, complete with his wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes. She kept looking at his piercing in his nose. Was that a stone on the ends?

"Yeah, I just usually choose to not follow them," he said with a smirk. He sat up, patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down, relax. After all, I am in charge of you for your stay at Hotel Dauntless," he joked.

Lia sighed. "Then I might not be learning much," she smirked. She went over and sat down by him. Taking off her boots and setting them by the end of the couch, she curled her feet up and watched TV with an almost total stranger. The Dauntless is already affecting me, she thought with a laugh.

Gabe watched Lia out of the corner of his eye. I'll still call her Amelia, he decided. It reminded him of a flower for some reason, and she seemed like a flower to him. He watched as she pulled her feet up to curl next to her and she leaned on the arm of the couch. He didn't know what to make of her yet. She would sass him, yet continued to let him do whatever. He sighed. He'd figure out soon enough.

After about half an hour, both of them sitting in silence, Gabe realized she had fallen asleep. He laughed. Of course. He switched off the TV and very gently and slowly picked her up, her knees over one arm and her back against the other. Her forehead leaned against his neck and he could pick up her long, deep breaths running across his skin. She smelled like flowers. A kind of flower that was his mom's favorite, but he couldn't remember what it was.

He reached her bedroom, her bed neatly made. He pulled the sheets down with one hand, her body leaning against his torso more, which his body made sure to make him realize. Finally he was able to set her down gently, her head turning to face him on the pillow, her arms automatically spreading out to the sides of her body. He covered her up with the blankets, watching in almost amazement as she sighed in contentment and smiled, yet still remained sleeping. He made sure her alarm clock was set and made to leave.

He turned off all lights, locked the front door, and set her keys on the counter. Taking one last look around, barely able to hear her tossing and turning in her bed, he walked out the door, for some reason looking forward to their session the next morning.

Amelia arrived at the training room a few minutes early, taking a look around. There were targets on one wall, and guns sat on a table to her right. Surprise, surprise, they were going to teach her how to shoot a gun. She walked over to the table, curiosity taking the better of her. She reached for a pistol, making sure the safety was on so no one would snap her head off if they saw her holding it. She pointed it down range, taking a stance she had already been exposed to a few times, thanks to her family taking an enjoyment out of shooting recreationally.

Taking a look around, she realized that her instructor, whether it'd be Gabe or Tris, was going to be late. Shrugging, she decided to 'take action' as the Dauntless believed in. She loaded her pistol, took off the safety, and began firing rounds at a target. One, two, three shots hit the center of their targets. She smiled contentedly. She was one of few girls that had a pretty good shot.

Behind her came the sound of clapping, and she turned to see Gabe and Tris watching her. Putting the gun on safety and setting it down, she turned to them and took an over-exaggerated bow. "Thank-you, thank-you," she joked.

Gabe smiled. "Not half-bad. Better than Tris," he laughed.

Tris elbowed him. "Well, since you know how to shoot, looks like we're going to have a shooting day," Tris said with a mischevious smile. "Anyone up for gambling?"

The three decided that before the gambling portion of the day, they would all see who was better than whom. Tris went first, doing worse than Lia's first round, but better than Gabe made it out to be. Gabe went second, doing only two points better than Lia's round. He turned to her, looking smug.

"I can beat that," Lia said. "That was a warm-up round."

"Oh yeah?" Gabe said. "If you're so confident, then here's a wager: If you do worse than me, you take off your shirt. You don't look half bad," he said with a joking wink.

Lia considered this, then nodded. "Fine. But if I win, then you have to wear a dress."

"What?" he said. "That's completely different!"

"Well, taking your shirt off is natural for a guy, and you probably don't have much to show in your pants," she said, mocking his wink. "Deal?" She stuck out her hand.

Gabe nodded, shaking. "Deal!"

"I'll grab the dress," Tris smiled.

Lia loaded her gun, taking her time. She walked up to a fresh target set, and took her stance. She took a breath, in, then out. Pop. So far, better than Gabe. In, out. Pop. Second target the same. This would decide the winner. In, out. Pop. It was too close to call. They ran downrange to check the targets. Tris observed the two, then turned with a smile. "I'll get the dress."

"What!?" Gabe yelled. He turned to the targets. "Damn!"

Lia started laughing. "What'd I tell you?"

Gabe turned red. "Rematch!"

"How about this. If you win, I take off my shirt. If you lose a second time, you have to wear heels with that dress," she winked.

He nodded. "Deal!" They shook on it.

After informing Tris on the deal and letting Gabe undress and get into the rather short black dress he was given—strapless, with a flowy bottom—they had their second round. This time, Lia went first.

She scored one point lower than her previous score, but she was confident. Then Gabe went, and once again, the third round was really close. Tris observed the targets and returned. She turned to Gabe, then said, "Looks like someone is taking her shirt off."

Lia turned red. "What? Really?"

Tris laughed. "Really!"

Lia looked mortified. "Fine!" She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling up quickly and throwing it to the side. She stood in blue jeans, boots, and a green-and-white lace bra. "Why did I choose today to not wear a sports bra…"

Tris laughed, and Gabe pulled up a chair, observing the 'view.' "What're those, B-cups?"

"Borderline C's, but yes…" Lia said sheepishly.

"Well, nothing to be embarrassed of! You're lookin' pretty good…" he said, smirking, but looking at her eyes.

"Can we get back to shooting?" she asked.

Tris looked at her watch. "Nope, lunchtime."

Lia reached for her shirt, but was stopped by Gabe. "Nope! If I can't find my clothes and have to wear a dress to lunch, you have to go shirtless!"

"Not my fault you can't find your clothes!" Lia defended.

"Oh, Amelia, what's wrong? Scared some guys are gonna catcall you?"

She turned red. "Fine. Let's go." She led the way to the cafeteria.

Gabe, Tris, and Lia all walked in a pack to lunch, Lia true to her word, as well as Gabe. Upon entering the room, Gabe took the front. Listening to the catcalls from his friends at him in a dress gave him an adrenaline rush, and he ran in, not a care in the world. Looking behind him, he saw Tris pushing Lia into the room. She chose the perfect time to enter: when everyone was already there. Some guys catcalled her jokingly, waiting for their ladies to smack them. However, Gabe felt a pang of anger at listening to some of his friends being serious about their whistles and remarks over Amelia.

"Wow Gabe, you got her to take her shirt off? Thank-you!" Uriah, a very tan guy with dark hair laughed.

"Wow, look at her! Is she going to be joining Dauntless? She can sit by me," another guy said. Many remarks followed these lines.

"Woah guys, I'm in charge of her, so don't talk like that," he warned, trying to keep his anger controlled.

"What's wrong, you want her yourself?" a jerk named Peter piped up. He was a mean, ruthless guy that was disliked and feared by many.

"No, I'm just saying lay off," Gabe said.

Peter stood up, challenging him. "Wanna fight about it?"

"No, not really, but—"

Gabe was interrupted by Peter swinging at him, hitting him square in the jaw. Anyone around them cleared out of the way as Gabe ducked, dodging another swing, and kneed Peter in the stomach. Having thrown off Peter's balance, Gabe punched him in the face and he fell to the floor on his side. When Peter was about to get up, Four ran over and intervened.

"Whoah, hold up!" he said, standing between the two. "What's going on?"

Gabe was about to explain when he saw Lia standing to the side, watching, taking in every detail. Unfortunately, Gabe saw many guys taking in every detail about her. Disgusted, he took off the dress he was wearing and wrapped it around Lia's midsection.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he walked away in his boxers, her being forced to follow him. He led her to her room and asked her to unlock the door. Puzzled, she did, and he went in with her.

"What are you doing?" she asked him again.

He sighed. "Guys were looking at you like… you were food or something," he muttered. He grabbed a t-shirt he saw on the floor in her room, the red t-shirt she arrived in yesterday. He threw it to her. "Put it on."

"But it was you who wanted me to go without my shirt on to lunch," she said. "So why get mad about it now?"

He paced, not seeming to realize he was still in his underwear. However, Amelia was studying his face, not his body. "Because, I just… got mad for some reason. That's all I can really say."

Amelia smiled, and he stopped pacing for a moment, looking at her. She has a nice smile, he thought. I bet a lot of people saw it at Amity. She looked down, shaking her head. "It's fine, I guess. No one got hurt, apparently. But um… would you like some clothes?" she laughed.

He looked down, suddenly remembering he was in boxers. "Um, yeah… I'll run to my place and get some…"

He heard her laughing, and smiled at her. He decided he enjoyed making her laugh, and he planned on hearing it more often. "Um… see you back in the training room."

With that, he ran to get dressed.

Lia stood in the training room, smiling to herself and shaking her head. She had only known Gabe for not even a full day, but she was highly intrigued by him, she had to admit that. And she was flattered that he was so jealous at guys having an interest in her… she sighed. Boys.

Looking up, she saw Gabe enter hurriedly, then slow down as he saw her. "Hello again," he said, breathless, but fully clothed.

She smiled. "Hi. What are we doing next?"

He shrugged. "Well, we were supposed to work on guns all day, but you know that… tomorrow will be combat training, but we're supposed to have Tris here to teach you it first, since it's so… um… hands on…" he said. "So, I vote we explore the area and have fun."

Lia thought for a second. "I vote for the latter." She got up and followed Gabe out.

Walking out around the Pit, Lia looked at Gabe. "First though, I want to grab a few more shirts," she grinned.

Gabe sighed. "Really? You have to take me shopping?"

Lia nodded. "Yup. It's like initiation for a man. You gotta do it sometime!" She ran off towards the clothing store.

By the time Gabe got there, she had already grabbed a tank top and a t-shirt. "One sec, I'll make it quick."

She went into a dressing room and emerged wearing a black tank top, relaxed jeans, and tennis shoes. She also ended up buying a graphic t-shirt. "See? Took five minutes, tops."

Gabe sighed. "Five minutes I'll never get back of my life."

Lia laughed. "Fine, than what do you want to do?"

He stopped, then got a sly smile on his face. "Piercings."

Lia sighed. "Fine."

Gabe looked shocked. "Really?"

Lia set off, heading to the piercing shop. "Yep. I've always kinda wanted a belly-button ring."

Gabe shook his head, following yet again. "I'll never understand you."

She shrugged. "Not many people do."

Gabe sat waiting in the piercing shop. He had just decided to get a few more rings that he could put in his nose, but didn't get anymore piercings. He waited for Amelia to get done with her piercing.

After a few minutes, she stepped back into the main room where Gabe sat, nursing around a ring in her bellybutton. She put a bandage over it and covered it up. "There. Where to next?"

Gabe smiled. "Well, someone's rebellious."

She shrugged, grinning a little. "Might as well live while I can."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, then?"

A few minutes later, Gabe stood on top of the tall building all initiates eventually stood on top of, leading into the entrance of the Dauntless faction. Lia was away from the edge, staring at him.

"C'mon," he said, holding his hand out towards her.

She shook her head. "No."

He made a face. "Come here, nothing to be scared of."

She shook her head again. "There's plenty to be scared of."

Gabe hopped down and walked towards her. "I'll jump with you."

"Jump? We're going to be jumping?" she asked, immediately backing away. "Hell no!"

Gabe frowned as he noticed her face turned paler than anyone's he had ever seen. "Everyone in Dauntless has done it. Please? For me?"

He held out his hand again, desperately hoping she would just take it. She took a deep breath in, then out. "No guarantees that I'm jumping yet, but I'll stand up there with you."

He smiled at her, grabbing her hand gently. "I've got you."

She stepped forward tentively, allowing Gabe to hop on the ledge first, helping her up after him. She clung to his side like a magnet. He rubbed her back gently, holding her hand with his free one.

"It's fine. You're safe with me." He had the overwhelming urge to hug her, so he did. She was shaking, he realized. "Now, we'll jump on three…" he whispered.

"No."

"One…"

"Gabe, I said no!"

"Two…"

"Gabe!"

"Three!"

**Note: I plan on continuing this story. I'll hopefully be posting another chapter soon! (: