A/N: As of summer 2016 I am getting back into this story. It has been a long time coming I know, so sorry. So many excuses, the phone I was writing it on died so all my pre written chapters were lost and then I got frustrated. I had two kids. I moved across country blah blah blah. I am now writing on my laptop and will edit the story then keep going. Thank you for everyone that has read!

A/N: Alright chapter one! So before you read I want to get a few things straight. 1) I'm writing this on my phone it is literally impossible to edit. So sorry in advance. Maybe one day I start using a computer. 2) This is the first thing I have written in years. I'm down for constructive criticism but 'this sux' is a waste of everyone's time. 3) I changed a couple things, choosing is when their 17 not 16 as I just like that age better. Feels more adult like haha. Also there is a three-year age gap between Tris and Tobias instead of two, and this is set in her initiate year but focuses on my OC. It will 'follow' divergent til the end then I'll start changing it more and more and basically 2 and 3 wont exist plot wise. By follow I mean all Divergent ideas and people are property of Veronica Roth. I will try to use a lot of her main scenes but since I am adding in a new character and changing some ideas (dauntless training ect) a lot of it will fall out the window. Literally, dauntless style.

Hmm...I think that's it. Well, here it is.

Chapter One

Clarissa slowly ambled down the alley keeping in step with her brother who seemed to be dragging his feet. "Tobias?" She asked softly, "Why so glum, you get to choose tomorrow." She said the word 'choose' almost reverently. It was a day a lot of youth dreaded but she looked forward to being considered an adult, to leave, to be free.

Tobias Eaton glanced at his younger sister. He was seventeen; he knew this day was coming. While he too wished nothing more than to leave he was afraid, afraid for her. "Well, I guess I won't know until the aptitude test this afternoon." He hedged, not wanting to commit to the answer.

She scoffed. "Please, even if it results in Abnegation we both know you'll choose something else." She paused, then smiled slyly at him. "Maybe amity. Peaceful. Yes, you're definitely peaceful."

It was his turn to scoff. After last night he was pretty sure they could at least agree he wasn't peaceful, if nothing else. He rubbed his knuckles remembering the rush he felt as he fought back. His backed ached though; Marcus was not very forgiving. Clarissa glanced at his back knowing part of the reason for their slow pace was his probable pain, and didn't say anything else. They walked the rest of the way in silence, once they reached the school they parted with a brief tight smile.

Clarissa moved towards her morning class, faction history. She filed in among the other fourteen-year-olds. None of them seemed to care that today was a life changing event. They weren't taking the test, and if they had siblings who were they probably expected them to stay within their respective factions. She sighed, and tried to focus on the lesson, not wanting to think about how she'd be going home alone tomorrow, and everyday thereafter.

Clarissa found her brother waiting outside at the end of the day and was thankful he waited to walk her home. Maybe he realized how truly lonely she'd be once he left. They both went out of their way to avoid people, never wanting them to look too close, see the truth, to face Marcus if someone ever found out. "How was it?" She asked once they were halfway home, away from most of the crowds, a few abnegation children walking in a small reserved group ahead of them.

"You're not supposed to ask." He laughed, she was terrible at being selfless. She was so curious, he thought she'd make a good Erudite.

"So?"

Tobias just sighed a little. "Abnegation, as expected. He'll be pleased."

"Until tomorrow you mean." She pressed.

He just smiled at her and again they finished the walk in silence, as they were both so used to keeping to themselves. Once home they worked efficiently together to make dinner. It was ready, with most of it cleaned up, by the time their father got home. Marcus was tight lipped but in no worse a mood than this morning. As a leader he probably had access to the results and was satisfied with Tobias'.

Marcus surprised them both at the end of the silent meal when he spoke up. "I'll finish cleaning up. The two of you should go to bed early tonight, for some self-reflection time."

"Of course father," Tobias said before his sister had a chance to say something stupid, he was forever trying to curb her natural sarcasm. "Thank you." The two carried the dishes into the kitchen, before heading up to bed. Once in the hallway, Clarissa turned to her brother unsmiling.

"How can we have self-reflection without looking in a mirror?" She whispered rebelliously.

He frowned at her. "Just... Just go to sleep." He finally sighed. "I'll see you in the morning." He hesitated before leaning in and giving her a hug. She returned it somewhat stiffly, neither of them used to the contact, and leaned into him for a moment longer before pulling away.

"Goodnight."

In the morning, after an easy breakfast of oatmeal, Clarissa climbed into the back of her father's car, Tobias and Marcus filling front seat. As a leader he had transportation and today was a special day. The choosing ceremony. Once they reached the building they shuffled up the stairs in a group of murky grey, no one standing out against another. Once in the room Marcus was called off to the side to talk to some others important figures. Tobias took the moment they had alone as they headed to the seats, leaving one for their father, to grab her hand. She was surprised but didn't pull away.

"I love you, you know." He said as they sat down.

"I know." She replied solemnly.

"I'm sorry," He went on to say, very softly, she almost missed it.

"I know." Clarissa repeated, just as soft. They released hands just before Marcus came to sit down, no other words spoken.

Amity was hosting this year's choosing. The woman dressed in a yellow sun dress with a red cardigan took the stage, repeating the words that were spoken every year. She was a tad bit more cheerful then others who had given it but it was just as boring. Clarissa tuned out, just as she was sure Tobias had. The room waited in tense silence as the first youth was called, walking up to the five large bowels the boy looked confident in erudite blue. Sure enough a moment later Johanna called out the expected faction; "Erudite!" The crowd in blue erupted into small cheers and applause.

Finally, it was Tobias' turn. He stood stiffly when it was his turn, and didn't look at either family member as he walked passed them down to the stage. All at once Clarissa felt terrified he would stay and terrified he would go. It was a lose-lose situation. It felt like a lifetime but could only have been seconds when the Amity leader called out, mild shock in her voice, "Dauntless!" She exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding, refusing to look at the man beside her whose anger she could literally feel radiating off in waves. His body tense as he too refused to make eye contact with anybody looking in his direction.

'It's going to be a long three years.' She thought sadly to herself, but she caught a look at her brother and his face said it all. Freedom. She would make it through, scarred perhaps, but she would make it. He couldn't do any worse than had been done two years previous. 'Dauntless.' She thought with a sudden ferocity as she continued to look over at her brother. She would repeat it to herself many times over the next few years, a mantra, her lifeline. 'Dauntless.'

Clarissa bounced out of bed the moment she woke up, literally trembling with excitement. Yesterday had been well enough, but today, today was her choosing ceremony. She dressed carefully in grey slacks, grey t shirt and a grey tunic over top. She wrapped her hair in her normal bun and carefully made her bed. After tying her basic grey shoes, she made one last look around her room making sure everything was in place and then cautiously made her way downstairs. It was quiet in the house. "Must have stayed at the office last night." She muttered to herself. Since Tobias defected three years ago Marcus had thrown himself into his work. Most saw his taking on ridiculous workloads as his selflessness but Clarissa saw it for what it was. An escape. His oldest child had, embarrassingly, transferred to a different faction. Maybe he thought that by leaving the rest of her upbringing to the other adults of the faction she'd stay. Whatever his reason she had scarcely seen her father over the last three years. She could hardly even remember the last time they spoke, though she knew he had been mad that night. She was 'sick' and kept home from school for a whole week while she healed after that. It must of been around her seventeenth birthday, though selflessly she had never celebrated and barely acknowledged it.

She ate an apple quickly, before washing her hands and face and rushing out the door. She needed to catch the bus today. She arrived at the stop after the other seventeen-year-old abnegation children and most of their parents, just in time it pulled around the corner as she entered the group. It was almost comical watching them all try and let each other on first, if it wasn't so annoying. Finally, they were on the bus and four stops later all the abnegation had given up their seats as it got fuller. That is something she wouldn't miss.

Once the bus reached the main building she again watched abnegation let everyone off first, which was almost harder than just getting off as they were already standing. The group climbed the stairs and entered the circular room with five bowls representing each faction up front on the stage. After a quick scan of the room Clarissa slowly walked over to the group of her current faction members, sliding into a spot beside her father. She was almost surprised to see him there, but of course he had to keep up appearances. Maybe he knew that, like Tobias, her aptitude test result wasn't going to keep her in the faction. He didn't even look at her as she sat down, perhaps he was already stewing about her transferring as well. He had to know she would. Glancing sideways at him she saw that he looked tired, though clean shaven and ready for the day. He probably expected to be approached if and when she transferred. Need to look the part, always need to look the part.

This year was hosted by Erudite, once all the seats were filled Jeanine Mathews strode onto the stage. She, very eloquently, gave the yearly speech. But just like every year Clarissa focus more on the bowls then the talking figure. Finally, the seventeen-year-olds were being called, one by one. She would be near the end as it went reverse alphabetical order. This year she paid attention, wanting to catch the name of everyone who she would go through initiation with. There were mostly non transfers, generally being raised one way made it hard to choose to change. There were a few transfers, nothing unusual. Then a boy from abnegation, Caleb; there were shocked mutters from the people around her as Jeanine shouted "Erudite!" since it was selfish to want to leave. The next one called was Beatrice, Caleb's sister. We had done home work together sometimes, especially the last three years when Marcus had been working and the other parents all insisted I came over for dinner or walked to school with them. Even more shocking was the cry of "Dauntless!" that meant she too had transferred. The Prior parents sat silently holding one another's hands. Clarissa would never have suspected that from either of them. Then again, perhaps others would say that of her.

In no time she heard her name being called. She stood, still not making eye contact with her father, and made her way to the front. She was oddly calm, despite knowing how people would react. She wasn't even really excited, as her blood dropped onto the dauntless coals, it just felt... right.

Dauntless; the cheers erupted as she moved towards them and sat among the rambunctious faction members. Her faction. Dauntless.