A/N: I am in no place to start a new story but guys... Divergent is so amazing. Anyway.

Summary: He feels another pang in his chest. And he almost... almost goes back for Tris instead. But, just as at his Choosing Ceremony, he has only one choice, and he's already made it. A Tobias/OC or Four/OC story.

Let me give a little background. The prologue of this story takes place the night before the fear landscape part of Divergent. However the chapters are all one big flashback. Back to the first year that Tobias trained a group of initiates. He is seventeen at this time.

The character of Emily is one I have added. She was an Erudite transfer and was in the same transfer class as Tobias.

That's all you need to know for now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask and I will answer :)

And yes Four has five fears in this one. It gets explained later.


Prologue: Welcome to the Void
Four hates the nights he can't sleep.

An eighteen year old should be getting more sleep than he does. Still, he finds himself growing more and more awake with every step he takes down the hallways he knows so well.

"Hey Four!" He is surprised to see someone already in the Fear Simulation room, considering how late it is.

"Hey Emily. It's late. Shouldn't you be in bed?" She shrugs her shoulders. Then her eyebrows furrow.

"This is the third time in the last two weeks you've been in here. Something you wanna talk about?" He chuckles softly.

"Two years and you still haven't calmed that Erudite curiosity," The small girl holds up her hands in surrender.

"I get it. You don't like to talk about your personal life," she says, looking back at the screen she's in front of, "Well I'm just about done here,"

"What are you doing, anyway?" He asks.

"Setting up for the fear landscapes tomorrow. Those initiates have no idea what they're in for. I hope that nasty one, Peter, cries,"

"And that's how we know you belong in Dauntless," Four says. Emily laughs and, for a second, he joins in.

"And... there," she hits a button, "Done. You know how everything works. Enjoy yourself I guess," she picks up her bag and heads for the door, "Goodnight," she throws over her shoulder.

"'Night!" He calls back. He hates that people are so nice sometimes. Especially Emily. Especially because he doesn't deserve it.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he opens the cabinet that holds what he's looking for. He pulls out a syringe and a vial of the serum. He sticks the needle in the small container and fills the syringe with the familiar orange liquid. He sits down in the cold metal chair and raises the needle, plunging it into his neck. He lays his head back and counts down from sixty.


The first fears are easy. Heights, confinement, murder, Marcus. He's seen them all before. They hold no interest. But it's the last fear that gets him every time.

At first, it's calm. Quiet. He thinks maybe this time nothing will happen this time, but he knows. It's different every time, but it always comes. Suddenly water rushes around him, engulfing him. He manages to kick his way to the top, his head breaking the surface. As soon as it does, he hears it.

Or rather, them.

One cries out "Four!" The other, "Tobias!" He recognizes both voices instantly.

To his right, he sees Tris, her small body fighting to stay afloat. To his left he sees her. Her long dark hair falling across her face as she struggles to swim. She never learned how. And suddenly he feels a pang in his chest. Guilt.

Because he knows.

He knows who he's going to choose. The same one he has chosen the last two times. The one he will always choose.

He reaches out for her. Her eyes widen when she sees him and she reaches for him as well.

"FOUR!" Tris wails. He feels another pang in his chest. And he almost... almost goes back for Tris instead.

But, just as at his Choosing Ceremony, he has only one choice, and he's already made it.

His hand collides with hers and he pulls her to him. Tris' yells grow fainter as he pulls her towards the sandy beach that has appeared. It means that the simulation will be over soon. Something that's safe always appears right before it ends.

He hopes he gets a little more time though. Because he's content to hold her in his arms forever on that warm sand. But she's crying. He leans down and presses kisses to her shoulder, her neck, that one spot just behind her ear.

"It's okay now Mari," he whispers, "You're safe now,"


A/N: Yeah it's short, but it's just the prologue. There's more to come I promise.
I know what you're all thinking. 'How dare you use a ship other than FourTris. And an OC ship at that!" Well before you bombard me with those reviews, give the story a chance. I think it might surprise you. I hope y'all keep reading.
XOXO
Hannah