Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Trilogy. I'm really just hoping not to get sued for writing this (even though I know I won't).

This starts around the time Tris is in Abnegation. She'll know what faction she wants to be in long before she even takes the aptitude test with a little help from a special character. Ships in here might not exactly be canon. Some may change, and some may not. But one thing will stay the same and that's Fourtris mostly because I'm not original enough to come up with something different than that. Yeah, so..

Let's go ahead and get one thing straight, I know I add the Dauntless Trio (Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn) and the Dauntless Three (Zeke, Shauna, and Lauren) in my stories a lot, maybe a little more than necessary, but that's just because they're awesome, I love them, and because it's my story which is probably poorly done.

Some of the descriptions you'll recognize from the book, others I add a little in to it.

Now on to the story . . .

Oh and yes, I do know the saying is "A wolf in sheep's clothing," but it was mandatory that I make it the other way around for story purposes which you will find out later in the book.

Beatrice's Point of View

I was walking through the clearing near the Abnegation sector. I had decided to take a walk near the where the Factionless live—I had given them all apples as that was the selfless thing to do. In reality, I was just looking for an excuse to leave the house. If my parents or Caleb asked where I went I can always tell them that I wanted to help the Factionless—that would make them proud, proud enough to leave me be for a while.

I suppose I got lost in my thoughts because I don't notice that I had reached the train tracks until some girl in black clothing walks up to me. "Hey, look it's a Stiff," was all it took to snap me out of my reverie.

I looked up at her. She was only a couple of inches taller than me, but still pretty tall in my standards. She had long, flowing, golden brown hairs, matching almond shaped golden brown eyes that held a mischievous glint in them. She had a soft, heart shaped face, accompanied by full, luscious lips and a delicate nose. She was gorgeous, striking without trying to be. For a second, I'm envious of her good looks, but I scold myself for being so. From the way she held herself, she knew she was gorgeous, but hated it.

"I would prefer it if you did not refer to me as that," I say politely, and being polite is not my area of expertise if I do say so myself. "My name is Beatrice. Beatrice Prior."

She stares at me as if I had grown two heads in the thirty seconds we had been standing here. "That's nice," she comments uninterested. She didn't say anything else after.

"And who are you?" I ask as she didn't answer my implied question.

She looks at me, then at her watch, and back to me. "Eh," she shrugs, "I've got some time. Might as well enjoy myself." She lays down on the grass and all I do is watch as she does so. She still hasn't answered my question. She was obviously Dauntless due to her black combat booths, girlish black round neck tee, black skinny jeans and her black leather jacket. Wasn't she hot in all that black clothing?

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" I stare at her in confusion. I realize it was quite selfish to say and quickly add, "But if you don't want to, that's alright."

She glances up at me and throws her head back with a laugh. "You're kind of annoying, Stiff. But I like annoying."

I blink. How am I supposed to respond to that? "Thank you," I go with the obvious gesture.

"That's not exactly a compliment in some peoples' standards." She smirks

"Sorry?"

"Stop apologizing, Stiff," Leather girl orders. "I guess I'll let you sit with me." She said it as if it was an honor to be in her presence, let alone sit with her due to invitation. Nonetheless, I do what my parents would want me to do, I do the selfless thing and sit down next to her. She extends her hand and I shake it. "Lynn," she introduces herself. "Lynn Raze, and you're supposed to shake it."

I extend my hand as well and grasp hers, surprised by her strong grip. She was definitely Dauntless. "So, Stiff, what are you doing all the way out here?"

"I was giving the Factionless food," I answer. It's half true—I did give the Factionless food, but that wasn't the reason I came all the way out here. I couldn't just say I wanted to get away from my family, because that was only partially true. I really just came to stare at the train tracks. I see the Dauntless kids jump on and off that train every day, and every day I wonder what it would be like to jump on to one, let alone jump off. Would I feel free, or would I feel selfish?

"That's bull," she chuckles. I'm not very familiar with the slight vulgar language but expect it from Dauntless. "The Factionless are a little ways away from here, you came here for a different reason."

"Why did you come here?"

She smirks, "Wow, you really are a diehard Stiff, huh? Always putting others first. Well if you could refrain from doing that while I'm here, that would be lovely." She lays back down. "And to answer your question, I usually just jump onto the train and jump off here. You know, to clear my head. Now, back to you . . ."

"I wanted to take a walk, get away from my parents, and their selfless ways," I don't know why it is, but I end up telling her the truth. She seems loyal and trustworthy, but not the kind of people you would trust right off the bat. But most Dauntless overlook the Abnegation, she could have done the same. Instead Lynn decides to acknowledge my presence, even if it is to say, "Hey, look it's a stiff."

Lynn seems to notice that I don't want to talk about it, and decides to change the subject, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Same here. Do you have any siblings?"

"One. An older brother by ten months named Caleb." It starts to feel like we're playing Twenty Questions, a strange game created by the Candor to get to know someone better in a short period of time. Strangely I don't really mind. "How about you?"

"Two. An eighteen year old sister named Shauna and a fourteen year old brother named Hector." I nod.

The answer is followed by silence, apparently she doesn't have any more questions. That or she isn't really interested. The latter seems way more likely due to her personality. So this time I asked the question, "What's it like, being Dauntless I mean?"

She looks surprised by the question. Surprised enough that she glances over at me and when she does, she finally looks at me. Not just a once-over, but actually looks at me. It's like she sees past the Abnegation gray and sees me as just a person, not someone made to be belittled by people stronger than them. She turns back and stares up at the clear skies. "It's exciting, fun, blood-rushing . . . free," she whispers. A small smile appears on her face, "You can do what you want. You can be brave and strong and feel like you're making a difference by being brave, like you actually make a difference—like you matter."

She seemed so happy to express her feelings over her faction and I felt happy to listen. If it sounded as amazing as it looked, then I wanted to see it for myself, experience it for myself. It was obvious that when Choosing Day comes that she'll stay in her original faction. I knew where I was going now and there was no changing my mind. I was going to Dauntless even if it meant leaving Mom, Dad, and Caleb here. I was going to be who I was; a brave soul. If only I could find the courage and bravery that I would have to withhold. For some reason I told Lynn just that.

As soon as the words left my mouth, she sat up straight, alarmed. "What? Why? Do you know how rare that is? Only one other person has—" She stopped herself right there.

"Only one other person has done what?" I sat up to stare at her.

"Nothing," she shook her head and from her tone of voice I knew that was the end of that. "But damn," she breathes out, "that's pretty brave. Making an unheard of switch, knowing that it's going to piss off a lot of people."

I smile and say braver than I feel: "Who cares what they think, it's not their life." A light smirk appears on her face. "My only worry is that I won't have the skills to do it. I'm going to do it. Sure I'd be surrounded by other people who don't know what to do, but look at me," I motion towards my body. "I'm small and frail. They'll laugh at me and surely I'll mess something up."

Lynn waves her hand dismissively, "You worry too much."

"How am I not supposed to worry, I'm chasing after an impossible goal!" I shout. She looks taken aback by sudden change in voice. I open my mouth to apologize, as it's the selfless thing to do, but this time, I find myself not wanting to apologize. This causes a grin to spread across Lynn's face.

"I'll help you," she says it so quietly that I almost don't hear her. I ask her to repeat herself, thinking I heard wrong. "I'll help you," she repeats.

"How?"

"Every day at five o'clock, I'll come here. I'll bring some guns and some targets and some knives. I'll teach you how to shoot first, then how to throw knives, and teach you some basic fighting skills. I'll push you to run and become faster, stronger than you are now. A month from now when the Choosing Ceremony happens and you choose Dauntless, you'll wow everyone with your skills—and trust me, when I'm done with you, you'll have skills. You will pass initiation and you will become a Dauntless member. Do you understand?"

I nod, grateful for her help. "But what will I give you in return?"

"Nothing," she shrugs with an aggressively friendly smile. "Seeing someone with enough determination that their willing to defy everything they've ever know just to help other people, to be who they truly want to be, is payment enough. And trust me when I say that I don't usually do nice things for Stiffs—of people in general. All I ask is that you're here at five o'clock sharp, or else you don't get taught." By the end of her sentence, she's turned back into the sarcastic, sly, overly playful Lynn who seemed quite bitter at the start.

"Thank you," I exclaim.

"Okay," she face palms. "First lesson, stop being so thankful. That's fucking annoying!" I nod. "Now get going, Tris. Your family may be Stiffs but they aren't stupid."

I smile as I turn to walk away, before I realize something. I turn back. "Wait, Tris?"

She rolls her eyes, "That's what I'm calling you for now on. Beatrice is too Stiff and in a few months you won't just be a Stiff, you'll be a pretty brave Stiff so you need a new nickname and I choose Tris—sounded like something Mar and Uri would like." I don't even stop to ask her who Mar and Uri are, I just turn back and keep walking.

I walk all the way back to the house, not even stopping to say hello or offer help to the Factionless. I just keep walking on past. I walk into the house, and surprisingly Dad's home early. Mom, Dad, and Caleb are all standing in the living room. They look up when they see me and sigh with relief. "Beatrice, where have you been?" They ask relieved to see me. They were obviously worried.

I smirk lightly so they won't notice. "Feeding the Factionless."

Hope you like it. I would've picked Uriah to be the one she met instead of Lynn, but then I thought of an awesome idea that would've been ruined if she met him first. And I didn't want Marlene, because she seemed like she'd only encourage Tris to learn on her own while Lynn seemed like the person who would get tired of Beatrice and force her to become Tris. So yeah.