A/N: ALRIGHT, PANSYCAKES! Just kidding! Anyways, this is a new story! It's called Switched! Basically: Tris is in Amar's place and Tobias is himself (durring Four's initiation!)

btw: Except for an extra conflict that affects Four, this is the most accurate account! Because I am one of the few that actually read Four: A Divergent Collection.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent!

Switched

A/N: characters from Tobias's initiation are still in his, vise versa with Tris. Uriah is the older brother. I know: There are a TON of changes!

Chapter 1:

I wait by the net and wait for the first initiate to drop.

"I'll bet you it'll be one of my dauntless borns." Lauren says smirking at me. I sigh.

"Lauren, it's always one of them. No bet." I retort, turning toward the net so she won't see me roll my eyes.

Max is on the ledge telling the initiates that they will have to jump off a roof to get into dauntless. I remember two years ago when I was the first jumper. I came in first at the end of initiation.

I hear someone shout "go Zeke!"

Uriah and I are friends. Zeke is his little brother.

I hear a curse and shouting. Zeke hits the net, and I stick my hand out for him to grab.

He does and I pull him over the net onto the platform.

"Hey Tris!" He greets.

"Sup, Zeke." I retort.

"I win." Lauren says.

"Whatever."

More initiates fall through the hole and Lauren and I pull them out.

"I think we're done." Lauren says.

But then a body falls through the hole. Gray is all I see. The color of my former faction.

Shock crosses my face. I just look at the figure for a moment. Then I reach out. He takes my hand and allows me to haul him across.

I place him on his feet and look at him. He's tall and lanky. He's got dark brown hair and eyes of a such dark blue that they're almost black. He's handsome.

"Woah woah woah! Get it together Tris!" I think. This boy is my initiate.

"What's your name?" I ask the boy.

He looks at me, jaw clenched, and doesn't answer my question. I smile.

"You can pick a new one if you want." I offer.

He just continues to stare at me. Can he talk? I'm suddenly worried that the boy can't talk.

I let him go and turn to face all the other initiates.

"Alright, follow me." I say.

They shuffle after me. Lauren walks off. She will come back after dinner to take the dauntless born initiates to their dorms.

It is my job of take the initiates to the fear landscape room.

I walk up the stairs, checking over my shoulder occasionally. I'm curious too see if any of the initiates have a problem with heights. Will, in my initiate class does.

I turn completely around and continue up the stairs to the place I know so well, and observe the children.

The abnegation boy catches my attention for the second time today. He's a little pale. Obviously, he's scared of heights. He glances at me and I see shock cross his features. His look says he thinks I'm insane. I laugh quietly to myself and turn toward the front again.

"Alright, gather around." I say. "My name is Tris. Two years ago, I passed initiation with flying colors. Today, we are going to do a little self discovery." I tell them.

"What if I don't want to discover myself?" Zeke says cockily.

I stare at him with an intimidating glare, and he shuts up. He knows better than to mess with me.

"Behind this door is your first test of bravery. This simulation will make your worst fears come to life, and you will have to calm yourself enough to face the next obstacle, or face your fear."

The initiates look a little scared. I smile a little.

"Now, unlike the aptitude tests, you will be aware, and have your wits about you as you go through."

"How is that possible?" The Erudite transfer asked. "You don't know our worst fears."

That kid already annoys me.

"Eric, right?" He nods and I continue. "You're right. I don't know your fears." I hold up a simulation needle. "But this serum I'm going to inject you with stimulates the part of your brain that processes fear. So you will come up with the fears yourself, so to speak."

I gesture toward him. "Allow me to satisfy your Erudite curiosity." I say. "You get to go first."

"But-" Eric starts. I cut him off.

"But I am your instructor, and it is in your best interest to do as I say." I tell him smoothly.

He makes a point of taking his sweet time. I just look at the faces of my initiates. They are all watching Eric.

I stick the needle savagely into his neck. I hope it hurts.

Then, I steer him into the landscape room. I hook up to the wires and prepare to see his deepest fears.

Fire, failure, and his older brother are three fears that stick out to me of his twelve fears.

But the thing that disturbs me is not his lack of empathy that his fears show. It's the fact that he didn't move at all during any fear. He just stood there. That makes me jumpy. He is someone that the rest of the initiates should watch out for.

The rest of the initiates don't come close to Eric's time or number, and no one will. How do I know that? Because the Abnegation boy is the last to go.

Every time I came out to get another initiate to go, he would shrink back against the wall and try to be invisible.

I am kinder than most instructors, so I decided to let him go last. He deserves privacy to face his fears, and God knows what they will be.

I sigh a little as I walk out and see him standing there.

"Just you and me, Stiff." I say. "Come on. Let's get this over with."

He walks over to me and allows me to guide him by his elbow into the room. I notice how he doesn't even flinch as I inject him with the serum.

He stares at himself in the mirror and straightens up. I hook myself up to the program just as the simulation takes him.

His first fear is heights. I watch his heart rate rise slowly as he realizes that he must jump. His hands squeeze into fists, and he tilts and falls. It feels real to me, and I'm just watching. I shake my head a little, to clear my thoughts. I should know better than anyone that this is just a simulation.

His next fear is claustrophobia. I watch as his heart rate increases again, panic setting in. He is closed in a box. With a start, I realize it is the upstairs closet that is only in an Abnegation house. He is close to tears, and I feel like I might throw up.

This is not just a fear.

It is a memory.

"Think it through, Stiff!" I shout.

He stops trying to break out of the box, and I can see that he is trying to think of some way to get out.

He nudges a tool with his foot, and bends to pick it up. But the box moves with him, and he's close to panicking again. I close my eyes.

Then he shoves the crowbar in the bottom corner of the box, prying it apart.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he turns to face the next fear.

It's a table with a gun and a single bullet.

There is a plain faced woman sitting in a chair watching him. She just watches him with a look of acceptance.

He's supposed to shoot her. And she seems so Abnegation, just sitting there, letting him shoot her, the way they would.

"Who are you?" He asks.

Obviously, she doesn't answer him.

He swallows, and fumbles for the gun and bullet, then loads and fires the gun. He seems disturbed that he killed a person. Something tells me that this person was supposed to be an innocent. I shake my head to clear it and wait for his fourth fear.

There is a bright light, and at its edge, worn grey shoes pace back and forth.

Who is it? Who frequents this boy's nightmares?

Then an almost unrecognizable man steps into the light.

I know this person, I just know it, but who is he?

The boy obviously knows who this man is, though. I watch him slowly back up, his heart racing, as the man steps forward. A belt dangles from his hand. The boy eyes it with a terrified, yet unsurprised, expression.

I stare at the man. He is unrecognizable, but I have a feeling that I know him.

Then, the man multiplies, encircling my initiate, who is half way to a panic attack by now.

"This is for your own good." All the men say together, like a choir. The boy looks terrified. He wraps his arms around his head in a failing attempt to protect himself. My heart squeezes a little. No kid should deal with this.

The boy screams on the top of his lungs. It echos, and I'm frozen, watching.

The belts hit his back hard, and they almost echo.

I'm surprised at how nauseated I feel, watching this play out.

Then the man starts yelling.

"I will not have self-indulgent behavior in my house!" "I did not raise my son to be a liar!" And various other things.

Suddenly, I realize that this boy's father is Marcus Eaton, Abnegation's most influential counsel member. He's practically a leader.

And his son is afraid of him. He abused his son, Tobias. Tobias Eaton. Marcus and Tobias were my neighbors. They lived across the street. Tobias rarely left the house, and Marcus always said it was because he wasn't feeling well.

I should have known that he was lying. Well, now that I think about it, Marcus wasn't lying. We just assumed that Tobias was always ill, not that he couldn't move because of any damage inflicted on his back the night before. I should have known.

I notice Tobias's heart rate decrease. He's no longer screaming or panicking. Soon enough he is calm again, and I tap the screen to move to the next fear.

"There are no more fears. Please terminate the program"

What? I tap the screen again, expecting to move to another fear. But I get the same notice.

"But that's impossible!" I find myself arguing with a computer. "No, not impossible, just extremely rare." I say to myself. The same thing Tori said about my inconclusive aptitude test result.

I disconnect myself from the computer and walk into the fear landscape room. Tobias is crumpled on the floor, curled an hunched into himself. He must hear my footsteps because he seems to brace himself.

"That's it?" I ask incredulously. "That's all there is? Jeez, Stiff." I stop next to him and offer him my hand.

He takes it, and let's me pull him to his feet, but won't look at me. He must not like the fact that I saw his fears. I decide to try to make him feel better.

"We should come up with a better name for you." I say casually. "Something better than Stiff. Like Blade, or Killer, or something."

He glances at me when I say that, and I look at him. He looks vulnerable: his eyes wide with surprise.

"I wouldn't want to tell people my name either." I murmur quietly. He looks at his feet. "C'mon. Let's go get some food."