I told myself I wouldn't do a Total Drama/Hunger Games crossover… so here's a Divergent one instead. This will not follow the original events of the book, since Dauntless will not be chosen—and would probably be this character's last choice. This will probably not include many TV couples, but they won't be all crack couples, either. The ages may be different, too. It'll all make sense eventually. This is, of course, AU in both series (neither Divergent nor Total Drama ever happened).

Disclaimer: I don't own either series

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Total Divergent

Chapter One

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I opened my eyes to sun streaming in through the greenhouse walls. I had been meditating again. It was so easy for my mind to drift here, within the Amity compound—or anywhere in the Amity sector in the city. It is always so peaceful, but that should not be so surprising considering that Amity is the Faction that encourages peace.

The four other Factions of our city are Abnegation, the selfless, Candor, the honest, Dauntless, the brave, and Erudite, the intelligent. I believe that each Faction is wonderful in their own way, but I really do love living in Amity. We celebrate nature here, and there is no fighting, which I find beautiful. Surely, if I was born in any other Faction, I would not be as happy as I am here.

See, I have a special gift: I am more in tune with nature than most others, meaning I can connect in a much deeper way. In short—I can read auras. Undoubtedly I would be endlessly made fun of in any other Faction (other than Abnegation, of course. Though I would have to hide it, since any form of curiosity is discouraged, I have heard), but here I am accepted for who I am. No need to hide.

Many people know I can read auras, and they frequently stop by my home for readings. Nobody judges anyone here, so they are never afraid of what I may tell them. I stand up from the ground and brush my light yellow jeans off. As I turn to exit the greenhouse, I am fully content and my mind is at rest.

I would not want to live in any other Faction.

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Today, I am nervous. It is the day for sixteen-year-olds in every Faction to take the aptitude test, a simulation which will determine which Faction we are best suited for. I know my result will be Amity, but I am still nervous.

I go to school, one of the only times our Factions really intermingle. I notice that the auras of nearly every student is tinged with gray, a sign of anxiety. Surely, mine is too.

Walking down the hallway to school, my mind is swimming with irrational thoughts. I think about failing the test, if one can even fail, and what result I will end with. I'm sure my result will be Amity.

While I'm thinking, I don't notice the Dauntless arrive until I hear the pounding of their feet from down the hallway. I pick up my pace just a little. I would be lying if I said I was not afraid of them at all. Yes, I believe that bravery is a beautiful thing, but I've heard what they do—jumping off of trains, buildings, and who knows what else. The boy leading them has a green Mohawk, with piercing blue eyes. Undoubtedly he will choose Dauntless. A slight Candor girl with short dark hair, pale skin, and dark eyes stops and watches them run by her. She sighs longingly as I make a turn up ahead to get out of their way, and let them pass.

I turn around to go back to the hall that my first class is in, but I turn too quickly and bump right into an Abnegation who was near me. Our books go tumbling down and she hurries to pick up both of ours.

"No, no you do not have to do that. It's alright." I reassure her. "I'm sorry for bumping into you."

She looks at me with big brown eyes. Her hair is cut short and a strawberry-blonde color. I can't help but notice the boldness in her aura, and think that there is no way she will choose to be Abnegation for the rest of her life.

"No, I should've watched where I was going." She flashes me an apologetic smile before turning away. I could see in her face she wanted to talk more, but the Abnegation standards discourage curiosity, they believe it is selfish.

"Wait!" I call out. She turns back to me. "What's your name?"

"Zoey."

"It was nice meeting you, Zoey. I am Dawn." I respond. "We shouldn't be late. I should go. Good luck on the test." I start to walk away, but she comes up to me and grabs my arm.

Zoey speaks quickly and quietly to me. "How is Amity? Is it as great as I've heard? Should I choose it? What will my family think if I leave?"

"Zoey," I look in her eyes reassuringly. "I can tell you want to leave Abnegation. It will be okay. Your parents will understand. Now I really do have to go!"

By the time I get called to take the test, I am slightly nauseous. I ignore it, however, and walk to the testing room, fidgeting with the collar on my yellow button-down shirt. As usual, there is an Abnegation waiting to test me, in a room full of mirrors and reflective surfaces.

She has light-brown eyes and a kind smile, similar to the Amity. She may have been one, once, although her aura is as quiet and unassuming as her loose-fitting clothes, and she professionally averts her eyes from her own reflection. She is where she belongs.

"Dawn Wintergreen?"

"Yes."

"Have a seat, dear." She motions to a metal reclining chair with a monitor beside it.

I sit down in the chair and she walks over to me with a small glass of clear liquid. I instinctually know it isn't water, and I look at her expectantly.

"It's a simulation serum. So I can see what you do during the test. Drink it." She gently nudges my arm holding the glass as she attaches wires to my head. "I'm sure you will get Amity, Ms. Wintergreen." As I read her, I can tell that what she just said is only mandatory. I cannot tell whether she really means it or not.

I do not have much time to consider it, though, as I tip the liquid into my mouth before I think too much.

As I open my eyes, I see that I am in the same room as before, but it is empty. I turn around, and see a table with a long knife on one side and a block of cheese on the other.

"Choose," a stern voice commands. I cannot see where the voice is coming from, and it seems to have been disguised as to whether it is male or female.

I think for a moment. Knife. Knife means protection, or a weapon. Conflict. Death. I want to avoid that. Then I think of the cheese. The only use I can think of is food for something.

"Choose." The word is repeated again, more severe this time. I take the cheese, and the table disappears.

A door opens up at the end of the room. A fierce-looking dog comes out, growling. I am not afraid. I know what it wants, and I am so glad that I didn't take the knife. I toss a bit of cheese towards it. It perked up and scarfed it down like it had not eaten in days. I gave the rest to it. It came over to me and licked my cheek. I responded with a pat on its head.

Then, a little girl walked in the door. The dog turned to look at her, and I could feel the snap in its aura. It was going to attack her, but I would not let it. I run in front of it, picking up a few pieces of cheese that it had ignored. I throw them to the girl so she can give them to the dog. She catches them. She holds them out to the dog, and it transforms again. It is back to a happy, friendly dog and the girl is no longer in danger.

I blink, and I am on a city bus. I personally have never been on one, as the Amity prefers foot travel which doesn't pollute the air like the bus does. A man keeps staring at me, holding a newspaper, and then speaks to me.

"Do you know this person?" he asks me, pointing to a picture of a man in the paper.

I do know them, but I do not know where from. I shouldn't tell him. I can't, because if I do, then the man in the paper will get hurt, somehow. I really shouldn't tell him. "No, I'm sorry. I do not know him." I answer.

"But if you did, you could save me! You could save me!" he says desperately.

I can tell he is lying. Not just because of his aura, but his body language. Imperceptibly—to anyone else, at least—there is something odd about his movements.

I take a breath and steal myself. "No, I cannot save you. There is no way to save you."

"No, no, not possible… not possible." I wake with a start to see my instructor messing with the monitor and muttering to herself. I sense fear and a note of panic in her voice.

"Excuse me, but what happened? What's wrong?" I ask her, with a sinking feeling in my stomach. "What is my result?"

She stiffened up. "You got Amity." I breathed a short sigh of relief, but realized that there was something she was not telling me.

"What aren't you telling me? I can tell you are hiding something, please."

"…And that is why you also got Candor." My mouth dropped open.

"And… Erudite. You got three results." She was visibly struggling to get out the words.

"H-how?" I say in complete shock. I had never heard of this before. What is going on?

"Well, when you took your time analyzing the knife and cheese, you showed Erudite traits. You didn't choose the knife or attack the dog, which ruled out Dauntless. When you chose cheese, and continued to use it, you showed yourself as Amity. And the way you could read that man on the train… it could only be Candor. You are the only person ever to call him out as a liar. The Candor almost always say they know the man in the paper, but they don't catch that the other man is lying. And throughout the test, you showed yourself as too bold to end with Abnegation." She explains, as I see her skin grow pale. "Besides that, I have no idea how you managed to end up with three results. The only way to get three is to deny picking something…" She trails off.

"What is the point of explaining this?" I ask, truly afraid for once.

"You are dangerous to the system of our government. And, there is a word for people like you. Divergent."

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