Tris' POV:

I shut my eyes and stand, swaying slighty, under the hot running water. I sigh at the small droplets massage my body. In Abegnation we weren't allowed long showers. You get in, clean, get out. But here in the Dauntless Compound I can relax and
have some privacy. I let my thoughts cascade over me along with the water. I think about Jackie, the Erudite girl. It's been a week since she was left out of the first fight, like myself during initiation. She has done well. So far. I realise I've been
standing here for too long so I shut off the water and reach for a towel. My hands grasp at the air. Uh oh.

"Tobias! I need a towel," I yell out. I hear him laugh mischieviously. I groan. He must of set this up. "Dammit, Tobias!" I yell. I hear his wicked laughter from the kitchen. If I run out of the bathroom and straight to the bedroom, he won't see me. I
grit my teeth and begin to open the door slowly, trying to keep silent. My feet touch soft carpet as I creep past. I break into a run and swing open the bedroom door. I laugh loudly and run straight into Tobias. The impact knocks me back. He grins
at me.

"Get out!" I scream at him, laughing and slapping him softly. He laughs wildley and walks out of the room. I throw on black tights and a tight, dark grey t-shirt that shows off my collarbones. I look in the mirror as I brush my hair and pull it into
a braid. I put on some dark eyeliner and mascara. I smile at my reflection. I scream as Tobias burst through the door and tackles me onto the bed. I snort as he tickles my sides.
"Stop!" I scream in between laughter. "No, seriously-" I say, "we're going to be late!"

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I breathe in deeply through my nose and exhale slowly. I wipe my sweaty palms on my legs and clear my throat. I haven't watched a simulation before. I glance at Tobias, who flashes me a reasurring smile. I pull out the list of names.
"Quiet, please, everyone," I say, my voice coming out weaker than I mean it to. I clear my throat again. "Today, we are commencing the second stage of your initiation. You will all go through into the next room, one at a time, and like the Aptitude
test, go through a simulation. But unlike the test, this is coming from your mind, the part where your fears are." At my words, the initiates look around, confused and scared.
"Okay, Dane, you're up first," I say, my voice firm. He grins, feigning confidence. Obviously not from Candor. I scoff under my breath as I lead him into the Simulation Room.
"Alright, this is going to hurt, but only for a little bit," I say as he sits down in the chair. He swallows and nods. I take out the syringe and plant it into the side of his neck. He whinces as I depress the solution into him. I smirk.
I step back and connect the cables to myself to see what is going on in his mind. Slowly the rooms fades and I shut my eyes. I am now in Dane's mind.

I see him floating in water ahead of me. We are in the ocean, yet I don't feel as if I am. It must only affect him. I feel him start to panic as a fin rises above the water. Sharks?
I watch as he begins to swim away frantically, but every direction he turns to another fin arises.
"Relax," I say, "it will only end when you calm down enough or find away to face your fear." He looks around, confused. His eyes dart around to each fin as he deliberates on what to do. He takes a deep breath and sinks under the water slowly. I
duck my head under and watch as he tries to swim under the sharks. More of them arrive, circling around him. He swims upwards, and reaches the surface again, gasping for air. I hear him talking himself through it.
"No sudden movements," he says, "When you first spot the shark, chances are it will swim away without bothering you. You cannot out-swim a shark..."
I laugh silently to myself. He sounds like a walking - well, swimming- textbook.

"...If you have nothing around you, use your own body. Aim for the shark's eyes, gills, or snout with your fists, elbows, knees, and feet." He nods to himself, and this time when a shark approaches him, he slams his palm into its eye. He grins as
he breathes out and the shark retreats. One by one, the sharks approach him. He punches and kicks until they are all gone.
Suddenly all the water is gone and he stirs in his chair. I smile at him as his eyes open. He smiles back. I offer him a hand
to get out. He looks at it, and takes it. I pat him on the back.

"Good job, the first time is always hard. But I'm not guaranteeing that it will be the same tomorrow." I say.
"Thankyou, Tris, for your help," he says. I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off. "I mean it, after I snapped at you, I was just rude. If I were you I would have let me suffer, alone." He smiles and walks out.
"Uh, Dane," I say, and he stops at the door. "Could you call in Jackie for me?"
He nods and leaves the room.

Tobias' POV:

"Okay, it might not be the same tomorrow, though," I hear Tris' voice say. I smile as she exits the room with an Abegnation girl. As the girl, Daisy, leaves the room I approach Tris.
"Hey, how did you go?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her waist.
"Better than expected, they all did really well," she says, flinging her arms around my neck. She breathes out shakily, and I can tell that the simulations have worn her out. I plant a small kiss on her lips, and slide my hand down her arm.
"Come on, let's get some food into you." She nods and takes my hand and we start towards the dining hall. "Anyone have any really weird fears?" She suppresses a giggle.
"Well...you know Spencer, from Erudite? She actually has a fear of-of," she lowers her voice, "porn." Heat rushes up in her cheeks as she giggles. I shake with laughter, remembering a time when I watched someone with a fear of wet dreams.
As we enter the dining hall, I spot Spencer sitting with her companions, sitting up straight and laughing obnoxiously. She spots Tris and sinks into her chair. I snort silently.

"Hola, amigos," Christina says as we join her and Will at the table. I raise my eyebrow at her and she motions to her nachoes.
"Ah," I say, nodding my head. I pinch a chip from her plate and she slaps my hand. I grin at her.
"Piss off, Tobias," she says, jokingly. I poke my tongue out at her, stealing another chip.
"Tris, how were those simulations?" Will asks her. She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by Christina.
"No! I have to watch over them and I don't want you to spoil the juicy details," she says. Tris glances at me and bursts into laughter.