Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent Trilogy.A/N: Since the last chapter took forever, I decided to post another one early.

A few days later, the day before logic simulations began, Four approached my brother and I. Now we all sat in the sim room.

"I'm sorry, your mother wanted me to take you through these. We'll be going through mine, understood?"

We nod.

-0-0-0-0-

The first one, we were on a bridge high above the ground.

"The trick to this is that you will both be aware that you are in a sim. You are not supposed to be able to and it's in your best interest that you don't let on that you do. It's the main sign they search for to find Divergents." Four tells us.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Caleb asks.

"Find the logical inconsistency." Four says. "For example, in this, there's no way this bridge could hold our weight. It has no support."

I look and indeed, he is correct. Next we are shoved in the sides by a box. Four points out that there's no way the two sides could move in the way they do.

The next one shows Four's friends and a gun on table. A voice tells him he has to shoot one of them or die. "But you see, if you look closely, they don't look identical to my friends."

The gray walls of an Abnegation home surround us. "Why are we in Abnegation?"

Four turns to me. "These sims are based on your worst fears. The belief is that if you can think logically under duress then you can always think logically. They go in order of least fear to worst fear."

Marcus walks down the stairs.

"Marcus had a son." I say. "What was his name?"

"Tobias." One of the now multiplying Marcus' says.

Four's... Tobias'... breathing heavily and his eyes were wide in fear. "No! It's not real. People don't multiply, Four." I tell him, trying to calm him down.

-0-0-0-0-

"Tris." Four calls the next day.

I stand up, shaking a bit.

"Be smart, Tris."

I'm in a glass box. My friends and my parents and Caleb are all standing, watching and laughing. I pound on the glass and just then it starts to fill with water.

I hit and kick at the glass and the water eventually fills it to the top. I take a deep breath and go underwater.

Looking at my reflection, it says, "This isn't real."

I'm sorely tempted to break the glass, but looking out at my simulation mother, I remember Four's words.

Right, logical inconsistency. What's wrong with this sim? I look around and notice the tube depositing water into the tank isn't connected to anything and the sim ends.

"Good job, Tris." Four says, pulling the wire off my temple. "You did exceptionally well."

"Thank you." I say, relieved.

-0-0-0-0-

Caleb's POV

I sit up in bed, a bit shaken.

The first thing I notice is the walls. Instead of the bright blue walls lined with bookshelves I've gotten used to in the past couple weeks, they are a dull grey with nothing but a bare desk.

I frown. Getting out of bed I notice I'm dressed in Abnegation nightclothes. At that moment Dad walks to the doorway. "Come on, Caleb. We're going to be late."

I notice he too is wearing Abnegation attire. "What are you wearing? Why are we in Abnegation?"

Dad frowns at me. "I'm wearing what I always wear, Caleb. And of course we're in Abnegation. Where else would we be?"

"Um, Erudite?" I say in confusion.

"That's not funny, Caleb." He says in annoyance.

"I'm being serious." I say indignantly.

His eyes narrow. "Yes, I can see that. I thought you got past that phase, Caleb. Pity, you're two years away from your choosing ceremony. Until then, you will act like a good Abnegation dependent, are we clear?"

"I already chose, though!" I just want to scream. "I'm an Erudite. And so are you and mom."

He scowls. "Caleb, this is getting really old, really fast. I am not an Erudite. I have never been an Erudite. And I most certainly will never be an Erudite. And neither is your mother. Speaking of, we are still going to be late. Now hurry up."

I grudgingly get out of bed. Is it possible that I just dreamed it up? If so... I shudder at the thought of after all these years, my father finding out the truth.

A quick look around reveals that this indeed seems to be my Abnegation bedroom. Complete with a few dozen hidden books scattered throughout the room.

As we arrive at the factionless sector, I frown, watching Tris hand out food. Something wasn't right. She never looked so... natural acting selfless. She always looked like she was forced to do it.

I sit up and take several refreshing breaths. A quick glance around and I realize it had been a sim. I just put my head in my hands and just cry. The relief is so overwhelming.

Four places a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright to you?" I glare at him.

"It was just a sim. Relax. Take the day off. I think you need it." He tells me, ushering me out the door.

-0-0-0-0-

When I get to my room, Tris is already sitting on the couch. "Tris?"

She looks up at me and instantly I see concern. "Are you okay, Caleb? You look horrible."

"Yeah, I'm sure I do." I sink into the chair. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. The sim wasn't that bad for me." She looked me over. "By the looks of it, the same can't be said for you."

I shrug. "It's nothing I'm not used to. I used to live that reality every once in a while, when my dreams became a little too exuberant."

"What'd you see?"

I look down at the carpet. "I woke up back in our Abnegation home. All of this had been a dream and I told dad in the sim about what has happened since we transferred. He... wasn't too happy."

"That sounds horrible." She says. "You had dreams back in Abnegation of being in Erudite?"

"Yeah, none of them were quite so... elaborate, obviously, but I did have dreams. Usually I'd choose Erudite and on visiting day, mom... Natalie and dad would come and still be accepting of me." I say.

And how I'd always watched the Erudite, more discreetly than Tris had watched the Dauntless, and dreamed of a life where I could laugh and play and have friends, read whenever I wanted.

A small part of me had wanted Dad to catch me. To tell me that it was okay. But the bigger part of me knew that was unrealistic. That nothing good would come of Dad finding out prematurely.

And there was still a small, but deep part of me that couldn't let go of the fear that I'd wake up and it all still be a dream. Because if I let myself believe, then it would be too devastating to wake up. The life I had now was everything I'd ever dreamed of and more.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "What was yours, Tris?"

"Drowning in front of everyone." She shrugs. "It wasn't pleasant but... goodness Caleb. And you still have to go through that sim at least one more time in the final."

I groan. "Don't remind me. And we still have our IQ tests to worry about, too."

Tris seems to get the hint that I don't want to talk about my sim anymore. "Did M...Mom never tested yours?"

I wince. "Why do you still struggle so much with calling her Mom? And no, she didn't."

She looks at me strangely. "The person who I think of as Mom is still Natalie. She raised us, Caleb."

I scowl. "Only because she was in on us being kidnapped. Mom would never have willingly given us away."

"She thought she was protecting me, Caleb." She says softly. "How can I think badly of her for it when she thought she was saving my life?"

"Yes but the fact still remains that she took us from our mother who loved us." I say indignantly. "Natalie isn't stupid. She would have known we were likely Erudite and brought us into an Abnegation family."

"You resent her for your having to hide being Erudite, don't you?" She hisses accusingly. "No one forced you to be the 'perfect Abnegation,' Caleb."

"Define forced." I say. "No, I wasn't going to die if I didn't pretend, but every moment of every day from then until the choosing ceremony would have been hell, and you know it. Dad never would have let it go."

"That was still your choice, though!" She says indignantly.

"If you can call 'which is the lesser of the two evils' a choice."

-0-0-0-0-

Harrison's POV

Right as I turn the corner to go to my office, I bump into someone. I look up to see Natalie Prior. She looks so embarrassed.

I'm still straddling the fence on how I feel about what she did. On the one hand, she had hurt my two best friends terribly, but at the same time, she had been protecting Caleb and Tris.

I first met Caleb as a child in Faction History class. By that time, most of the world believed he was Abnegation, but I had seen the subtle Erudite tendencies he worked so hard to hide.

When I went to their house to determine why he was hiding it, Caleb managed to pull off the best bit of smooth-talking his way out of it I'd ever heard.

But I had seen in Natalie's eyes that she knew better somehow. And a part of me respected that. That she could see through the thick mask Caleb had worn like a pro for 10 years.

"I'm sorry." She speaks first and I'm startled out of my thoughts. "I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm Natalie. You look familiar, do I know you?"

I gather my thoughts. "Yes, we've met before. I'm Harrison. I came to your house to talk to you about Caleb."

"Oh!" She smiles. "Yes, I remember that. Andrew might not have believed you, but I knew that you were telling the truth."

I raise an eyebrow. "Caleb managed to blind most everyone to the truth, didn't he?"

"Yes." She smiles sadly, deep in thought. "I always felt terrible that he couldn't be himself. I never confronted him, though. I figured he would tell me if he wanted me to know. We were the only ones he didn't tell that knew, I think."

"Probably." I say, smiling. This woman clearly loved them as her own. "I think I only noticed because of how much like Jeanine he was. He might look like Andrew, but his personality is entirely Jeanine's."

She looks sad. "Yes."

"Hey, come on." I put a hand on her shoulder. "I don't fault you for what you did. You were trying to protect two innocent babies. I don't like that it tore apart my friends' family, but children come first above all else."

She blushes a little. Suddenly I'm reminded she's a young single woman my age. And she has a beautiful smile. Why am I thinking of this? "Thank you, Harrison." She says softly. "I should go. I don't want to hold you up."

At that point I remember I still have a ton of paperwork to do and silently curse myself. As she starts to leave I stop her. "Wait, uh... would you like to go eat out together sometime?"

She grins. "Are you asking me out?" I blush and she laughs. "Yes, I'd love to go out sometime."