A/N: This is a story about Tris and Four and the choices they make if things had been different and they had been friends before Four's defect to Dauntless. I can't promise regular updates but I will try my best to make it at least somewhat regular. I also can't guarantee it will be completely canon – I've kind of been letting my imagination run wild and this is what it has come up with. With all that said – enjoy and please feel free to leave a review if you like where this is going so I know that I should continue. As always, credit for the original characters and theme of the Divergent Series goes to Veronica Roth.

BEATRICE'S POINT OF VIEW

I know that it isn't proper for me to behave in this way. It is selfish and some would say immature of me to allow my feelings for him to dictate how I act, the things that I do and the way that I quietly rebel against everything they have tried to instill in me.

But I can't help but to want it even more, the longer that I think about things. And I know, I know my parents would not approve of my decisions. I know that they would be humiliated if it ever came out that this was happening. After all, I was only fourteen years old. I was still a child and I was very much still a member of the Abnegation faction.

I glance at the small analogue clock that I keep beside my bed. My room appears the same as any other bedroom within our faction. Simple. Plain grey sheets made up neatly on my bed and a lack of personal objects and decorations – things that the abnegation see as frivolous and unnecessary, things that detract from the world and cause you to focus on your own surroundings – your own selfishness.

I wish for a second that time would speed up. It's only eleven-thirty and we agreed not to meet until midnight – our usual time. But then I remember why we are so eager to meet tonight, why neither of us ever looked at it as an option and I want time to stop, to stand completely still so that we can stay this way forever. But I know that can't happen. And I know that I have to let the next events happen as we talked about, I know that I can't force him to stay here with me any longer… but I also hope that I will be strong enough to make the same decision that he is making now, in just two years' time. Two years could change everything. But I know it will change nothing.

"T?" I whisper yell as I approach our meeting spot. It's only a few minutes from my house and I know that I'm a little bit early. I'm hoping not to have to wait for him for long. It's exceptionally dark tonight, the clouds that threaten to storm later on are moving swiftly across the sky, reaching across to cover every star and cloaking any light they might try to emit.

"Over here B!" He calls back quietly, sticking his head out of the sink-hole in the road just past the edge of the abnegation community. It's a place that as far as I know, nobody is aware of and we both prefer it this way. It's a place where we can forget factions, forget that all around us is a world that we have no control over, a life that neither one of us is overly excited to begin. Coming closer to him I sigh as I see that he has brought his blanket and a small loaf of bread, complete with a small canteen of what I can only assume is water – there aren't many options in abnegation and even this small act of defiance is risky.

"How was it?" I gush out as I quickly move towards him now that I know he's already here, jumping down I land softly on the fallen asphalt, the piece of road that was so unused it sunk into the ground and gave us the perfect hideaway. It's only here that we both feel safe from prying eyes, ears and judgements.

"It was…" I wait patiently for him to finish. After he had completed his aptitude test this afternoon I hadn't had the chance to see him until now. We were of course still in classes when the older students had finished with their tests and each returned to their houses. As much as I was curious about his result; I also knew that until we met tonight in secret I wouldn't find out. Not only are we not supposed to share our results with others, but we are not even supposed to be together this way. In our faction relationships don't develop in the way that ours has, through hours of time alone after the rest of the world is asleep. They don't develop through sharing thoughts and speculations, through hand holding or through snuggles. No. If anything, abnegation is as 'stiff' as the other factions see us. We are taught that there should be no public displays of affection at all, and that relationships are introduced in group settings, in my opinion most couples barely know each other before they are wed and offspring are magically produced.

"I can't even explain it B." he sighs loudly and it brings me back to the present moment and I sit down next to him, seeing in the candlelight the ghost of a bruise across his lower neck – one that I know wasn't there on the previous night.

"Was it bad tonight?" I change the subject and see him cringe back from my fingers which have now pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing the welts across his shoulder that disappear down his back.

"The test… you have to be careful when you take it B." He switches back to my original question and I frown as I lean over and place a chaste kiss on his shoulder, right on top of one of the reddened welts.

"Why?" I ask before shifting, moving to sit against his side as his arm wraps around me softly.

"Remember what Marcus told me the other day? About being different… about being a divergent?" The name of his father slips off his tongue in a sour tone, his voice telling me that he doesn't really want to talk about this. Silently I nod my head, remembering the day that T had told me that his father had warned him about the test – had called him divergent.

"He was right." Jumping up slightly I turn to face him, surprised to hear him utter the phrase. "He was right B. My test results were inconclusive – it was a dauntless woman who performed my test and she told me that my results came back that way. When I asked her what it meant… she told me that my results were both dauntless and abnegation. They came back as divergent." I could hear the slight panic in his voice as he told me and at the same time my mind began to run a mile a minute.

"But what does it mean? Why is it so bad to be a divergent?" I don't understand why there are secret warnings and whispered words of the divergent. To me it seems ridiculous and I watch as T shakes his head at me. "I don't know. But I know it has to be bad if both the tester and Marcus told me that I'm not supposed to tell anyone. She manually entered my result as abnegation but she seemed terrified for me." He breathed out and I nodded, still not understanding but trying to.

"Are you still going through with the plan tomorrow?" I ask him timidly, hoping that his abnormal test result has both changed his decision and that they haven't. I'm still torn but know that I have to let him go no matter how I feel about it.

"I… I can't stay…"

"I know. It's okay T. We'll be okay." At that I move closer to him again, needing to hold him, the only person who has ever made me feel alive, feel like I belong somewhere.

"Beatrice…" He whispers once and then leans down, his lips on mine as my arms curl around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me. Never wanting to let him go but knowing that I will soon have to.