I hope you like this story! I really wanted to write one of these, but this will probably be a one-shot. Let me know if you want me to add more, okay? Anyway, I welcome you to keep reading. Have fun!

UPDATE: I decided to continue this! :D Okay, yeah. So, um, hope you like? I'll be adding chapters regularly, hopefully.

"HELP ME!" My words are whipped away the instant they leave my mouth as my small, poster clad room dissolves into darkness. Darkness. That's all I see before I feel a hard jerk on the small of my back and I tumble through space. Cold air runs over my face and I shiver as goosebumps form on my arms and legs. I can't seem to move, my body is frozen as it is. I try to open my eyes but unfortunately, they stay closed.

"What's happening?" I mentally shriek as my copy of Divergent is ripped from my grasp. I find my voice and begin kicking and screaming, trying to find something... anything to hold on to. Something metal smacks into my right hand and I yell a nonexistent cry of pain and cradle my hand against my chest. I can't see more than a few inches in front of me in the swirling tornado of darkness, dust, and wind. And finally, all is still.

There are arguing voices, getting louder then softer again. What just happened? I remember reading Divergent, the scene where Tris chooses Dauntless. I always get a little teary when Caleb leaves. I'm an emotional fangirl. Deal with it. Suddenly, my eyes closed, and I remember no more. I slowly open them now, shielding them when a blinding white light fills my vision. "Oh," I groan, attempting to sit up. I cradle my hand, which strangely feels a little wet.

Slowly, a hazy blur of blue, black and brown fills my vision. Slowly two beings come into view, both dressed completely in black. A girl with blonde hair and tattoos. A boy with blue eyes and bronzish hair. Suddenly, the boy spins around, sees that I am awake, and immediately presses a cold metal thing to my forehead. A gun. Suddenly I am wide awake and I stumble away.

"Wha - wha - who are you?"

"We could ask the same of you." The boy with cold blue eyes gives me a hard stare. My mind whirls. And then I know him. I'd know him anywhere.

Four.

Hi. I'm Casey Hart. Ebony-haired, brown-eyed, freckled fangirl. And I think I've just died.

No, this is not possible. Though I stare up at the boy with the chestnut brown hair falling into his eyes, those brilliant sea blue eyes. And the girl... Tris. She's exactly how I pictured her... small, short... but with a fierceness to her that makes you believe she could take you down in seconds. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, her gray eyes dark and menacing. They're both clothed in black, though Tris has on a deep red skirt.

"No." No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. Am I dead? Have I died? I need to know. Like now. Now. "Pinch me," I say aloud. They can't be Tris and Tobias. I can't have died. No.

Tobias - no, the boy, gives me a strange look. "What?"

"Pinch me," I say louder. A note of urgency has entered my voice. He continues looking at me weirdly, but complies. A second later, and my arm is throbbing slightly. I shake it a little, hardly noticing the pain as I walk up and down, wild solutions running through my mind. I talk quickly and quietly to myself, pacing up and down."This is NOT possible. I'm not in Divergent, and I'm not dead. I'm not dreaming either. Am I in heaven? Can you feel in heaven? Can you feel pinches in heaven? Oh, what am I thinking. Heaven is a peaceful place, you can't feel pinches in heaven. Then I'm dead. But I'm not dead. Then I'm dreaming. But I can feel the pinch, so I'm not dreaming either. Oh my god. Oh my god." I take deep breaths and pass a hand over my face, attempting to clear my mind. And then I realize my hand's covered in blood. The pain's hitting me now, making me see stars and bright lights in my vision.

Wait.

Oh, I know what happened.

"Is this some kind of PRANK?" I shout, suddenly angry. Everyone knows about my obsession with Divergent, and it would just be like some people at my school to prank me into thinking I have "transported" into Divergent. Typical.

The boy looks momentarily confused and exchanges a split second glance with the girl, who just narrows her eyes suspiciously. "This is no prank."

I finally recover enough look around at my surroundings. My Dauntless themed room has completely disappeared. we are in an apple orchard, with red and yellow buildings in the distance, and a waterwheel near us. The starry night sky stretches overhead, and an owl hoots softly, just adding to my trepidation. This... this is Amity headquarters.

Well, this is definitely not my room.

"Wait a second. This isn't a prank? I am actually IN DIVERGENT?"

Tris looks taken aback and then narrows her eyes. "You shouldn't know that term." She exchanges a quick glance with Four, and then says, "Follow us. And don't run away." She gets up and leads the way into an old abandoned shack next to the water wheel.

I follow in a daze. I have fantasized and dreamed about being in Divergent for a long time, though this is completely different.

As soon as we are all in, she and Four both point a gun at me and stare with hard eyes.

"Okay, so first of all, how do you know about the term "Divergent"?"

"Listen, I can tell you a lot more than that if this is where I think it is," I yell, getting angry now. "I can tell you things that will happen in the future. I can tell you your past. Just answer this for me. HOW DID YOU FIND ME?"

"That's easy to answer," Four says, though I can tell he is fighting to keep his voice steady. He wants answers. They both do. I can tell by the glare of their eyes, cutting into my skin. "There was a sudden rainstorm just a few hours ago. It pulled up a lot of Amity's crops. Six and I went to go check out the damage, seeing as the Amity asked, and we found you lying in the orchard, completely dry. You could've been a disguised Erudite or a factionless spy, so we brought you back."

"And now." Tris leans forward. "Answers."

I stare at them, unsure what to say. However, when I open my mouth, words flow out of it easily. I guess that's what happens when a series has been your obsession for over a couple of years.

"You don't have to use 'Six' in front of me, it's fine. Tris, you are Beatrice Prior, daughter of Andrew and Natalie Prior. Transferred from Abnegation to Dauntless because you wanted to be free. Ranked first in initiation and is Divergent between Erudite, Abnegation and Dauntless. You have 3 raven tattoos representing your three family members, and a brother who transferred to Erudite named Caleb. And Four, you are Tobias Eaton, son of Marcus Eaton who transferred to Dauntless to get away from Marcus' abuse. You ranked first in initiation too, and you're Divergent as well. You have four fears, which is why they named you Four. Tris, you have a fear of intimacy and I can only assume you've gotten over it which is why you two use 'Six'. Four, two of your fears are of heights and small spaces. You and Six are boyfriend and girlfriend. You made your relationship official after the rankings went up, because you didn't want knowledge of your relationship wandering about and so people would start speculating that Tris was only ranked first because she was seeing her instructor. The first time you two kissed was in the Chasm, in your secret spot. I haven't said a single thing wrong, have I?"

Both Tris and Tobias are ashen and gray. They stare at me, their mouth hanging open. Both have a look of complete shock on their faces.

Thank you so much for reading! Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts. See you soon!

~DauntlessProdigy4Life