Ok, this is a new FanFic I'm going to be writing about how Jeanine Matthews and Evelyn Eaton knew each other. Watching Insurgent, when they met again, I was left wondering what their story together was because there was obvious emotion between them. Yes, obviously, Jeanine was surprised to see that she was alive, but there was also something else there. I'm not going to spoil anything about how the story is going to go, but if you have any questions throughout the story, please ask because I'd really love to know how you guys feel about this theory.

~8Ball

/ PROLOGUE /

She woke up, the sounds of screaming still ringing in her eardrums.

It was just a dream, similar to the ones that plague her almost every night. It drove her insane to know that there was nothing she could do to stop the recurring nightmares from coming back. They're always the same, sometimes having small differences in detail, but the end result is always the same; she dies.

Evelyn knew that stepping onto the stage would mean leaving her parents, but there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't stay in Erudite, it wasn't where she belonged. At least, it's not where she felt she belonged. She wasn't smart enough, and she knew that. It was only a matter of time before everyone else discovered it too. The test would show for sure though. That was another thing she was worried about; the test. What if she failed and they had to pull her out of the sim? A rumor about a man who died during the sim popped into her mind and she shuttered. It couldn't be true though, could you really die in a sim? She shook her head and picked the four heavy books back up. Turning towards the exit a moving figure caught her eye. Meet gazes, a chill runs up her spine.

Frozen ice blue eyes stared right back into her own and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. It was like someone had cast a spell on her and she forgot how to take air into her lungs. The tall, curved figure that stood across the library, walking past her, glanced her way in the brief moment that Evelyn had glanced too. Evelyn had heard of her before, seen her occasionally, but never had they even made eye contact like this before. Matthews, she thought her name was, Jeanine Matthews. Holding the highest IQ in the entire faction, there wasn't a single person who hadn't heard about her. She was destined for greatness, something Evelyn greatly envied. Quickly, in that split second they had locked gazes, Jeanine looked away, so casually, like she had never even seen Evelyn, like she didn't even matter to her. She didn't. Well, at least, she didn't then.

Days after their encounter, Evelyn couldn't get the thought of Jeanine out of her head. It didn't help that everyone was constantly talking about her. People had great expectations for what Jeanine was capable of, and Evelyn's parents always made sure to remind her that Jeanine was better than her. It was no surprise though, everyone in the entire faction was better than Evelyn.

The day of the Aptitude Test came along and Evelyn was more nervous than she had ever been. Who wasn't though? This was the biggest day of every 16 year old's life. Jeanine probably wasn't nervous. She probably knew exactly how things were going to go. Rolling her eyes at the though of it, Evelyn left her house and pushed through the crowds of people heading for the same place, for the same thing.

Abnegation, Erudite, Amity, and Candor all lined up in four long rows, waiting to get tested. Dauntless was the only faction who hadn't arrived, to no one's surprise of course, they always had to have a big entrance. People always turned and stared at whatever kind of appearance the Dauntless members decided to make, it was exciting for lots of people. Everyone else just thought it was obnoxious.

Shouts and cries from far away started to be heard after a while, and soon enough, the Dauntless members started to appear over the horizon. Coming from behind the lines of people, they climb over buildings and through statues. They always make their trip harder than it needs to be. Cheers and yells become more audible as they grow closer, making everyone else anxious. Sometimes, Evelyn wondered what it would've been like if she had been born into Dauntless, if she would have fit in more. It just seemed so fun...so...free, like you could do anything. Unfortunately, she wasn't born into Dauntless. Today though, that wouldn't matter.

After what seemed like forever later, it was Evelyn's turn into the testing room. Nerves overcame her and she found herself shaking.

"Here, lay down." The woman with her was tall and skinny, her red hair curled up near her ears. Pretty, she looked young, but she had to be at least 30 years old. She didn't look it, that was for sure. "You're nervous." She says, looking into Evelyn's eyes.

"Yeah, well, it's hard not to be." Evelyn said, taking a deep breath and laying her head back on the hard leather chair.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine." She smiles sweetly and turns towards her little tray. Taking out a long needle with a little bottle on the end, Evelyn winces, thinking of it entering past her skin, injecting whatever serum was contained inside of it into her bloodstream. "Don't worry, it won't hurt too bad." The woman says, noticing Evelyn's discomfort.

She nods and closes her eyes as the needle enters her neck. It didn't hurt a lot, but there was a slight pain as she pulled it out.

"There, now drink this." She holds up a small cup with some sort of blue liquid in it. Not wanting to question what it was, Evelyn drank it quickly and set her head back once more. She started to feel drowsy and soon enough, she had slipped away into the sim.

"Help!"

Her eyes shoot open and there's a cliff in front of her. Where did the cry come from? Looking around she sees the little boy hanging from the cliff, his hands starting to slip.

"Help!"

It's a different voice this time and to the right, there's another person hanging from the cliff. It's her.

Eyes widening, Evelyn freezes. What is she supposed to do? Save the boy and let herself die? Or save herself and let the innocent child fall to his death?

"Hurry!"

Without thinking, she spins around and grabs the hand of the little boy. She looks into his eyes and sees the dark brown spheres staring back at her. There's a familiar name at the tip of her tongue but she can't quite put her finger on it. His name. What is his name?

"Tob-" She's cut off.

"How could you?" In less than four seconds, the scene changes, and she's standing in a grey room with only one other person; herself. "How could you?"

"I-"

"You couldn't even save yourself?" She looks mad. No wonder.

"I couldn't leave the boy." What was his name again?

"You didn't even know him! What about me?!" She's yelling now. Evelyn flinches. "Why not me?!"

"Because-"

"You're unbelievable!"

"Because I'm not worth it!"

She sits up so fast that the world starts spinning around her.

"Woah, easy there." The woman's hand is on her shoulder, keeping her from falling back.

Evelyn looks around, slowly realizing that she's no longer in the sim. "Wha-" it's hard to speak.

"You're results came back." She says, smiling slightly. Evelyn looks at her confused for a moment.

"What- what was it?" Evelyn asks, scared and disoriented.

"Abnegation. Congrats, Stiff." She smirks and pats Evelyn on the back. "Of course, it's up to you to actually choose." She helps Evelyn up and leads her out.

"Thanks." Evelyn says, still in a trance.

Congrats, Stiff