(A/N: I do not own Divergent. Nor will I ever. I just own the plot. And yes, before you ask, this will have a lot of quotes straight out of the book. I wanted the choosing ceremony to match as much as possible)

Tris POV (2 years later)

I am standing on the bus with my family as I go to the choosing ceremony. We're standing because we gave up our seats to a Candor family. I really didn't want to but I had no choice.

It has been 2 year. 2 years since I have spoken to Tobias. I don't even know if he transferred.

I didn't realize it at first but once I put two and two together, I knew that the Marcus he was referring to was Marcus Eaton and he was Tobias Eaton, Marcus's son.

I constantly think of that day. I can't forget the image of seeing him lying there in the middle of his kitchen, sprawled out among piles of what looked to be glass dishware. Now, I would understand why he was on the ground if he had tripped and dropped the plates but something was wrong. He was covered in what look like to be lashes.

-Flashback-

My mother had given me a plate of chicken to take over to the Eaton's house. She told me it was Marcus's son's choosing day and she thought that he would be too stressed to make dinner.

I walk up to the door and give it a light knock before walking in. Abnegation doesn't have locks on doors because we consider privacy selfish along with stealing so it doesn't happen. When I walk in I see a young man lying on the ground surrounded by glass. I place the pan on the stair of the house and hesitantly walk over toward the man.

He turns his head when he hears me approach and I drop my head so he can't see my face. I can see his though, and it looks oddly familiar. Those deep blue eyes, boring into me. Even though it was Marcus's house, I didn't expect his son to be home so I didn't think it was him.

I walk over to their pantry and grabbed the standard broom and pan that is placed in every house, moving the shards of glass out of the way so he wouldn't get cut up anymore than he already was but it truly was more for me. I didn't need to get glass under my skin and have to explain what had happened.

I put the broom and pan back in its rightful place and moved closer to the man. He looked to be about 16 years old and was fairly handsome. As I took a closer look, I realized that parts of his back has huge slash marks and there was blood on his shirt causing whatever remained of it to stick to him.

I crouch down beside him, placing my hand on an uninjured part of his shoulder. "Who did this to you?" is all I can muster out. "Marcus." He whispers. I go still. Marcus? As in council member Marcus? I shake my head and look down at him again. "Can you move?" I ask hesitantly. He nods and I tuck my arm under his shoulder and begin to pull him up. We make it over to the couch before he collapses in a heap on his stomach.

I tell him I'll be right back and rush up to the bathrooms. I grab all the medical supplies I can find, along with 2 bottles of morphine. One in each bathroom. Morphine is a privilege for major injuries and we have so little of it. Once I am done I dash back downstairs.

The man is still lying on his stomach, his face buried in the cushion. He turns his head up to and I hand him a vial of morphine. He drinks it and I can immediately see his muscles relax. I also realize that he is staring at me.

"Beatrice." I say. He gives me a confused look. "Beatrice. My name is Beatrice." I repeat myself. He nods. "Tobias. My name is Tobias." He says trying to imitate me. A small smile creeps up on my lips but I suppress it.

I look over Tobias's back and soon realize that I have to remove the rest of his shirt to clean up his back. "May I cut the rest of your shirt? The only way I am going to be able to bandage your whole back is if I do." I ask hesitantly and he nods.

I quickly work of his back and bandage the whole thing in a matter of minutes. Good thing too, I feel like it is going to take me longer to remove the shards of glass from his hands and knees.

I ask him to sit up, which he does. "I am going to have to remove all the shards of glass. Are you going to be okay or do you need more medicine?"I ask searching for the other vial of morphine but he stops me by putting his hand on top of mine. I freeze. We rarely show affection in Abnegation and it is extremely frowned upon especially with strangers.

"I'll be fine. Just, we need to hurry. I need to be at the ceremony in 30 minutes." He says quickly. He removes his hand from mine and allows me to work. The glass is harder to remove but after a good 15 minutes is up, he is all cleaned up.

I rush up stairs to place the unused supplies back where they belong but I keep the extra vial in my hand. Before I go downstairs, I go into the den and grab a small piece of paper off the desk. I scribble the word,

Why?

And wrap it around the vial.

As I make my way downstairs, I see Tobias standing by the door. I stop and look up into his eyes. I ask him the silent question, Are you staying? He just shrugs his shoulders and I nod. He bows toward me and I grab his hand and place the vial in his hand and walk out the door without another word.

-End Flashback-

I am snapped out of my thoughts by the bus lurching forward and knocking me off balance. I grab the pole by me and steady myself. I look around to see everyone getting up and I head toward the door.

I walk with Caleb and my parents to the Hub where the ceremony is being held. We go through our respected section and sit down. No one talks, we just all keep our heads down and walk.

Once everyone settles down Marcus comes up to begin the ceremony. I can barely stand to look at this man let alone talk to him. I ignore most of what he is staying until he calls out the first name.

The first girl to choose decides on Amity, the same faction from which she came. I watch as her blood droplets fall on soil, and she stands behind their seats alone.

The room is constantly moving, a new name and a new person choosing, a new knife and a new choice. I recognize most of them, but I doubt they know me.

"James Tucker," Marcus says.

James Tucker of the Dauntless is the first person to stumble on his way to the bowls. He throws his arms out and regains his balance before hitting the floor. His face turns red and he walks fast to the middle of the room. When he stands in the center, he looks from the Dauntless bowl to the Candor bowl—orange flames that rise higher each moment, and the glass reflecting blue light.

Marcus offers him the knife. He breaths deeply—I watch his chest rise—and, as he exhales, accepts the knife. Then he drags it across his palm with a jerk and holds his arm out to the side. His blood falls onto glass, and he is the first of us to switch factions. The first faction transfer.

"Caleb Prior," I hear Marcus say.

Caleb squeezes my hand one last time, and as he walks away, casts a long look at me over his shoulder. I watch his feel move to the center of the room, and his hands, steady as they accept the knife from Marcus, are deft as one presses the knife into the other. Then he stands with blood pooling in his palm, and his lip snags on his teeth.

He breaths out. And then in. And then he holds his hand over the Erudite bowl, and his blood drips into the water, turning it a deeper shade of red.

I hear mutters that lift into outraged cries. I can barely think straight. My brother, my selfless brother, a faction transfer? My brother, born Abnegation, Erudite?

"Excuse me," says Marcus, but the crowd doesn't hear him. He shouts, "Quite, please!"

The room goes silent. Except for the ringing sound.

I hear my name and a shudder propels me forward. Halfway to the bowls, I am sure that I will choose Abnegation. I can see it now. I watch myself grown into a woman in Abnegation robes, marrying Susan's brother, Robert, volunteering on the weekends, the peace of routine, the quiet nights spent in front of the fireplace, the certainty that I will be safe, and if not good enough, better than I am now.

The ringing, I realize, is in my ears.

I look at Caleb, who now stands behind the Erudite. He stares back at me and nods a little, like he knows what I'm thinking, and agrees. My footsteps falter. If Caleb wasn't fit for Abnegation, how can I be? But what choice do I have, now that he left us and I'm the only one who remains? He left me no other option.

I set my jaw. I will be the child that stays; I have to do this for my parents. I have to.

Marcus offers me my knife. I look into his eyes and all I see is the image of Tobias lying on the ground. I hate this man. I take the knife and turn toward the bowls. Dauntless fire and Abnegation stones are both on my left, on in front of my shoulder and one behind. I hold the knife in my right hand and touch the blade to my palm. Gritting my teeth, I drag the blade down. It stings, but I barely notice. I hold both hands to my chest, and my next breath shudders on the way out.

I open my eyes and thrust my arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a gasp I can't contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood drops onto the stones.

I am selfless. I am Abnegation.