A/N: This takes place after Divergent, but as though the war never happened. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of reading book that always end in the overturn of some corrupt government. This picks up after chapter 32 as if the serum never took effect. Tris POV. This is currently being revised. I plan on editing every chapter.

None of the characters belong to me. Only the plot is mine.

I wake up with a jolt, but I quickly calm down and heave a sigh of relief. Everyone is just as they were yesterday. Yesterday was crazy. After announcing the rankings, all of the initiates were quickly swept up into what seemed like countless parties and celebrations. Of course since I had the number one ranking; I was the most valued party guest. Unfortunately for me, that meant no time at all to talk to Tobias or any of my friends about my concerns.

After shaking off the residual shock and relief, I quickly remember what is supposed to happen today: the job assignments. I honestly hope that even though there is some ceremony today, I will have enough time to warn someone about my theory before all hell breaks loose.

After making sure that no one else is awake or looking at me, I quickly change into my clothes. Even though I'm a Dauntless member now, I will never lose the Abnegation modesty. After changing, I begin to pack up what little possessions I have into the boxes provided for us. My one dress that Christina made me buy, a few knives, my tight, low-cut shirts and pants, and the unnecessary heels (also bought under pressure from Christina). As I pack, I feel a blush creep up my neck to my cheeks, as I think about the other events from yesterday.

I can't believe that only yesterday, I kissed Tobias. I distinctly remember Christina pulling me aside, only to yell in my ear:

"What was that? How long has that been going on? Why didn't you tell me?"

I look at her with pleading eyes, "That's a lot of questions, Christina." When I see that she's not budging, I try again, "Please, let's not talk about this right now."

She huffs, "Fine, but you will talk later."

With that she walked off, and I have yet to face her.

I am suddenly brought out of my reverie by a large pair of hands clapping me on the shoulders.

"So, are you excited about choosing your job?" Will asks with an excited gleam in his eye and a bright smile.

I shrug, not feeling as much enthusiasm for yet another large, public appearance. "As long as I don't have to work with Peter ever again, I guess I will manage. What about you, Will? I mean isn't Peter, like first in line for the position you want? What are you going to pick instead?"

He rolls his eyes, "Tris, you really are such a pessimist. Obviously I plan on picking leadership; however, if that is not an option, then I will gladly take whatever is left. Anything is better than being Factionless."

"Good point," I add.

I then notice Christina's facial expression. She is wearing the same pleading mask that I'm sure I portrayed to her yesterday.

"What do you want, Christina?"

"Well, you know that next year they are going to need someone else to train the initiates," she says somewhat shyly, but I can hear the excitement beneath her words.

"And…?" I ask.

"And maybe you can, like, take on training as a part time job, like me, and train them with me," she spits out the words so fast that I have a hard time catching all of them.

"I guess, I can do that," I say, letting out a huff of air when she grabs me into the tightest hug known to man.

As she starts to release me, she whispers in my ear, "Don't think I've forgotten about that kiss. You owe me some details."

I groan as she lets me go, but I know that there is no way to get out of this.

Christina and Will go back to their bunks to finish packing, and I slowly turn to observe my space one last time. I look at the now barren bed. The frame of which has the faded word STIFF still visible on the side. I gently run my fingers over the word. How silly that word now seems. Even though there will always be a part of Abnegation in me, I know that no one here would dare use the word stiff to define me any longer; not even Peter.

After Will and Christina are finished, we pick up our boxes and head towards the Pit. As soon as we enter the room, I can feel Tobias' eyes on me. His stare leaves a burning trail on my body. However, I wait until I am closer to my seat to look up. He has taken the seat directly behind mine, and that fact leaves a small smile on my lips. He knows how much I need his support, especially today.

Soon after I sit down, everyone else finds their seats, and Eric begins.

"We are here today to officially initiate 10 new members into Dauntless. These 10 young men and women have shown extraordinary strength and bravery over these past few weeks, and they certainly deserve to be here today. Without further ado: Tris, with rank #1"

I stand up to the roar of Dauntless applause. As I walk up to the stage, I realize how much I have grown to love this sound. In Abnegation, loudness and rowdiness were frowned upon, but here it is the normal sound of Dauntless approval.

As I stand before the podium, I feel my palms become sweaty, and my heart race. Decision making may not be in my fear landscape, but that doesn't mean it's a very pleasant experience. I nervously look down at the list of jobs in front of me, and it takes me a few minutes to find what I am looking for. I clear my throat a few times before speaking.

"I have chosen to take the job as faction ambassador. It is important to me to maintain good relations between factions so that we may all continue to live a prosperous life. I have also chosen to take on a part time role as an initiation instructor," I finish, grateful that my voice didn't break along the way.

After taking a few breaths to calm myself, I quickly leave the stage and take my seat. When I sit down, I feel Tobias nudge my chair with his foot. I quickly look back to catch his nod and smile of approval. His reaction immediately calms me down, and my focus returns to the podium.

Uriah steps up after me and chooses to work in the control room as well as administer the aptitude tests. After him, Lynn and Marlene swiftly take their turns. Then Peter steps up. For some reason he doesn't look like himself. He's sweating bullets and keeps fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Is he nervous? What does he have to be nervous about? Before I can contemplate this too much longer, Peter begins.

"I have made the decision to take a job as a fence guard. To me, it is the ultimate show of bravery to guard against the unknown." With those words, he leaves the stage to take his seat. Everybody's jaws drop.

A/N: I hope you enjoy my story! Don't forget to review. Until next time!