Tris was awoken by the cell door swinging open. She sat up, her eyes taking a moment to focus. She saw Peter before her.

"Isn't it the traitor himself?" Tris greeted him.

"Hurry up Stiff, you have a date with the doctor." Peter spat back, letting her exit the cell before he grabbed her right arm, causing shocks of pain in her shoulder. Tris gritted her teeth and Peter smiled, "Oh, I am sorry, I forgot you got shot."

They walked down long light hallways that all looked the same, Tris tried to make mental note of where they were going. She knew it was going to take a couple passes before she could remember it.

She found herself entering into a laboratory, an MRI machine sat starkly in the middle. Lab assistants shuffled around, some working on machines in the corner, a couple women looking at charts, and then glanced up at Tris. They all began to murmur.

There was a viewing deck above, and it sent a shiver down Tris' spine. She didn't know how many people would be observing whatever tests they were going to be perform on her today. She wanted to know. She saw Jeanine exit the observatory deck and walk down the spiral metal staircase. Tris wondered how she was able to do it so gracefully in her heels. She never understood the draw or desire to wear such constraining shoes. Erudite women seemed to love them.

"How many people will be observing me today?" Tris asked Jeanine as she landed on the last step, stepping onto the concrete floors.

"Why should I privy you to any information?" Jeanine asked, coldly.

"I suspect you need me to go into the MRI in order to scan my brain, find the differences between mine and non divergent." Tris paused for a moment, Jeanine smiled, "I can make this incredibly difficult for you, as I recall you'll need me to stay completely still. This will be my bargain for you, you tell me everything you learn about divergence and I will cooperate fully."

Jeanine took a step closer to Tris, grabbing her face roughly with her hands, examining her, "A curious mind that would have done well in Erudite. A mind wasted."

"I am sure you will learn plenty from my mind, Jeanine. I want to know as well." There was silence. Jeanine pushed her face back, causing Tris to stumble, but she quickly regained her balance.

"I will let you know everything we learn about you, Beatrice. There are four others in the observatory deck. We will be taking scans of your brain to see any abnormalities, as you have so carefully deduced. That is all I can tell you as of now."

Jeanine walked back up the spiral staircase and Tris was escorted to the machine, she was strapped down and she waited. She felt herself enter into the tube, the lights were bright in here. She heard Jeanine's voice, "we will need you to stay completely still for 5 minutes while we take scans." In here Tris was reminded of Tobias' fear landscape, he wouldn't be able to handle being in this confinement for long. Small spaces comforted her, made her feel safe. She had no trouble staying still.

The time passed quickly and she felt herself being pulled from the machine. Jeanine was standing there, a smile on her face.

"I take it you found interesting results." Tris stated, she sat up.

"Oh yes, we did, but we have to take more tests before knowing for sure." Jeanine stated, almost giddy, "But first, I need you to take off your clothes."

Tris sat up straight, "Why?" She demanded.

"This isn't the time for modesty, Beatrice."

Tris hated the way she said her name, how she elongated the "triss" at the end as if to mock her new name, to mock her choice.

Before she could protest two guards came and began tugging at her clothes. She resisted. "Let go of me." She demanded. "Let go of me! I will do it myself!" She screamed and the guards backed away. She stared at Jeanine who was staring back at her, her eyes piercing and persistent.

Tris grabbed the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. She balled it and held it out for someone to grab it, Jeanine took a step forward and grabbed her shirt. "The rest." Tris stood, unbuttoning her pants and taking them off. She stepped out of her pants and stood in front of Jeanine. She felt her cheeks flush. She was embarrassed, uncomfortable.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear, I need you to take all of your clothes off." Jeanine stated, handing Tris clothes to one of the lab assistants who was too uncomfortable to look at Tris. Tris silently thanked the man who grabbed her shirt and scurried off without ever looking at her body.

Jeanine may have the power in this situation, but she will not make me feel ashamed. Tris thought, she raised her head, her cheeks still slightly flushed and stepped until she was just a foot away from Jeanine. She looked her straight in the eyes, she reached back and unclasped her bra, she could feel her cheeks getting hotter, but she pressed on. The room around her became black until all she could see was Jeanine looking at her, examining her. She dropped her bra on the floor. She quickly pulled down her underwear, and hastily stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She crossed her hands in front of her, as a feeble last chance at some form of dignity, but it didn't last long.

"Arms to your side." Jeanine barked. Tris complied. She was exposed, fully naked in front of the entire laboratory. She could feel her skin burning red hot. Jeanine walked slowly around her body, examining her. "You are in great physical shape, I can see the Dauntless initiation destroyed what would be considered an abnegation physique. Your thighs, buttox and abs are toned, muscles well defined."

"What is the purpose of this?" Tris asked, staring straight ahead, trying to find patterns in the white walls.

"We have to observe all parts of our subject."

"Divergence is related to thinking patterns, the brain." Tris stated, feebly.

"It would seem so, but it would be a scientific error to prioritize the mind solely over the body, wouldn't it?" Jeanine stated, she was close to Tris now. Tris could feel Jeanine's breath on her, goosebumps began to form along her arms and down her legs. Tris closed her eyes and cursed herself. "The body often gives us away before our mind does. It is capable of revealing truths before our mind will allow us to speak them." Tris remembered her father speaking of Candor agents who were trained in facial recognition patterns to tell if someone was lying or not. She knew it was effective because people would often be kicked out of the Candor faction for failing those tests. It was a precursor to truth serum, but she knew that a couple older Candor still taught and carried on the practice. It wouldn't surprise her if Jeanine had studied it.

Jeanine traced a line with her index finger from Tris' jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone. Tris inhaled sharply. Licking her lips. She was trying to stay focused. Jeanine gently brushed along the scar where Tris got shot, and Tris clenched her jaw.

"Is it through Dauntless training that you have learned to handle pain?" Jeanine asked.

Tris looked at her then, her eyes were curious, examining. She felt her face redden again, "I have always been good at dealing with pain." Tris told her, her eyes quickly averting Jeanine's. She looked around the laboratory and found that it was empty except Jeanine, Tris and one guard in the corner who was finding the floor fascinating.

When did they all leave?

"Interesting…" Jeanine stated, placing her hand gently on the small of Tris' back. Jeanine noticed goosebumps forming again, she smiled and gently guided Tris over to a table. "The examination is almost complete Tris, but first I need you to lean over, face down, on the table."

Tris felt her stomach knot up, and her body burn red hot. "Uh." She stammered, not moving.

"Do as I say Tris." Jeanine said matter of factly, removing her hand from Tris' back.

Tris did as Jeanine asked. She felt the cold metal of the table against her skin and she shuddered. She felt exposed, embarrassed and vulnerable. She didn't necessarily feel ashamed however, this realization surprising Tris, she didn't mind being in this position either.

Tris put her hands out in front of her, elongating her body and carefully moved her legs slightly apart. "How did you know what I wanted you to do?" Jeanine asked, her voice sounding more husky than Tris remembered it.

"I…" Tris didn't have an answer, just a natural reaction. "It felt right." was all she could think to say. She felt Jeanine trace a path down her spin, hitting every vertebra carefully. Tris felt her heart begin to race and her breath quickened slightly. Her body felt hot against the metal of the table. Jeanine continued her path downward, tracing along her butt cheeks, and down her thighs. She stopped right above her knee and she shifted to Tris' inner thigh. The same path Tris took on Jeanine the day before. Jeanine made small circles upwards her thigh, she slowly got closer to Tris' cunt, a space that no one had been but Tris' own hands.

"Why did you touch me yesterday?" Jeanine asked, still slowly tracing upwards, this time placing her free hand softly on Tris' left butt cheek.

"I don't know." Tris replied. Jeanine didn't like this answer and smacked Tris' ass causing her to flinch.

"Don't lie to me Beatrice." Jeanine said through clenched teeth. Her fingers continued upward and Tris felt the lower half of her body begin to slowly gyrate against the table.

"It was a tactic. To disarm you, confuse you." Tris said again.

Jeanine smacked her again, this time harder, causing Tris to moan.

Beatrice is finding this pleasurable, perhaps divergence thinking also leads to divergent sexual tendencies. Jeanine mentally filed this thought away in the "research further" section of her mental landscape.

Jeanine's hand continued traveling upwards, stopping at Tris' vulva, she could feel the slick wetness of Tris on her fingers.

"You look like you haven't been touched in a long time, like you're full of ice. I felt like you needed the warmth of human contact." Tris told her, honestly. She braced for the next smack, but it didn't come. Instead Jeanine pulled away, leaving Tris feeling unsatisfied.

Tris abruptly turned around looking at Jeanine who was back to observing her again.

"Your body gave away a truth the MRI could not reveal us about your divergence." Jeanine stated, wiping her slick fingers on Tris' stomach. Tris looked down and noticed the sheen on her abdomen, she could feel the wetness in between her legs. She looked up at Jeanine.

"I am right, aren't I?" Tris asked. Jeanine said nothing but turned around walking way.

"Make sure she gets new clothes and a shower. Bring her back to her cell." Jeanine told the guard before exiting.

Tris' smiled, she felt as if she got to Jeanine somehow, released a shameful secret of hers. Perhaps, in this game, Tris could win in her own way.