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Tris's Point of View

Settling into Dauntless is harder than I thought it would be. Because I was ranked first in our last stage of initiation, I had unlimited options of careers and living spaces. I seriously gave no thought as to what I would do after initiation, because my only focus was survival. I considered being a Dauntless leader, but then I remembered the look on my father's face during the Choosing Ceremony. I would have to see that look every time the faction leaders meet, and that option went out the window.

Becoming a professional fighter was at the bottom of my list, and though being a tattoo artist sounded appealing - I knew I lacked the artistic ability. I cant even count the hours I spent in Tobias's arms or on his lap as he tried to persuade me into joining City Security with him. For a while he had me completely convinced, but then I realized that I cannot make smart decisions while Tobias has his hands on me in any way.

One night at dinner, Malcolm a friendly guy who work in City Security with Tobias came to sit next to us. I guess they were talking about something that happened during their day, but all I heard come out of their mouths were codes and sequences that were gibberish to me but apparently had great meaning to the pair of them. When we got back to Tobias's apartment that night, I told him the truth.

"I don't even know how to work a computer!"

He smirked in that way that drives me crazy.

"It will take some time, but you'll learn. I had no idea what I was doing, but I figured it out."

I jumped up from his bed and crossed over to him, pointing at his chest.

"You said yourself that you're unexpectedly good with computers! I just ... don't want a job that I know nothing about."

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward him, stroking his thumbs across the tattoos that represent both of our pasts and our present. His heavy, dark eyebrows had a crease between them and his lower full lip jutted out slightly father than usual.

I touched the side of his face with the tips of my fingers. He gripped my chin with deft, strong fingers and pulled my face in for a kiss. He tasted like Dauntless's famous chocolate cake and something else that's entirely him - indescribable.

He rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry." He breathed. "I just want to have you with me. Whatever you decide, I'll back you up all the way."

We kissed and Tobias accepted that City Security was out.

Three weeks after initiation, I still hadn't picked a job and I felt more pressure than ever. Eric cornered me on my way to breakfast to one day, which only made things worse.

"Everyone else in your initiate class has chosen a job already. You're the last one, I can't house you with an undeclared profession and I'm running out of patience." He said pulling on his lip rings.

"I've just had a lot on my mind."

Uriah and Marlene were sitting down at our regular table, and they were looking at me.

"A lot on your mind huh?" Eric laughed, leaning in close. "It's probably all of those late nights with Four. You know I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you, a Stiff, sneaking out of his apartment in the middle of the night."

Eric leaned in impossibly closer and grabbed my arm.

"You should really be more careful, Tris. I'm not the only one who see's you running around the compound, would you like to hear some of the nicknames people have started coming up with?"

My hands clenched into fists and I stood up straight, ripping my arm away from his grasp.

"Go fuck yourself Eric."

He threw his head back in a roaring laugh.

I was already walking away when he yelled at me to make my decision by the end of the week. I spent the rest of the day fuming. I left a note in Tobias's apartment to meet me at The Chasm. He showed up around eight, but even seeing him didn't make feel any better. He sat behind me on the huge rock and spread his legs on either side of me. His arms wrapped around me, and he traced the tattoos on my collar bone.

"I have to make my decision by the end of this week." I told him as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Says who?"

His breath next to my ear sent shivers down my spine.

"Eric."

Tobias went tense. I kissed his forearm.

"He's right and you know it. I've taken long enough, it's time I chose."

Tobias didn't say anything to this, but I knew he agreed. After weeks of stalling, I finally figured out why I was doing so. Choosing a job would secure my place, my life among the Dauntless - which is exactly what I wanted, but that also meant severing all ties with Abnegation and with my family. Even though I was so unhappy there, I missed it.

"What do you think I should do?" I asked Tobias.

He was quiet.

"You should train the initiates. You're compassionate and reliable, and I think you would be a really good teacher."

"But Christina is training the initiates ..."

"No, Christina decided to train the Dauntless-Borns. They still need a trainer for the transfers, and that'd be perfect for you."

He pulled my hair back from my face to stroke my neck.

"I would like helping them the way you helped me."

"You better not unless you want me to kill all of your initiates!" He yelled.

I laughed as his grip tightened around me.

"Not like that! I just meant it was nice to have someone on my side when I was so out of my element, and to have someone to trust when ... I couldn't trust anyone. Not to mention that none of them would have the balls to mess with the Fearless Four."

He laughed and so did I.

"So what will I do once initiation is over? You have to a second job, right?"

He nods.

"The Weapons Supervisor position is open. They oversee the manufacturing of all the weapons for the compound, and they help train people how to use the new inventions. That could be good."

I thought about it - remembering the times I've held the heavy, grounding weight of a gun in my hand and felt the smooth surface of a knife fly through my fingers. Each time, I've felt this sense of power and rush of adrenaline. It's addictive.

"I think it's perfect and I think you're a genius."

I turned in his lap so that we were face to face.

"I love you." He replied.

"I love you too."

With the roar of the river only a few feet below us and the mist spraying over our feet, we kissed and we planned.

Hello everyone,

I love the Divergent trilogy so much and I just wanted to write a fanfic about it. I am perfectly aware that I will never be able to write a perfect Tris or a perfect Tobias - but I just wanted to try it.

I don't know if this story will go on, because I want to see the reaction to it. If you loved it or think I butchered it - please let me know and I will make my decision of continuing or not based on that.

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