Georgia: Hello everyone! I have amazing news for you all, Altaïr has finally healed, at long last he has stopped being a pain in my arse!

Altaïr: *from off screen* You are aware I am in the room, correct?

Georgia: Oh yeah, I am fully aware that you can hear every single word I am saying. *looks over with a wry look* I just don't give a shit.

Altaïr: Watch your language!

Georgia: How about...*pretends to think about it* no. I don't feel like it after all you've put me through recently! *looks back at us* Anyway, I won't drone on and on, please read and enjoy. *smiles*

Well this won't be good...

It took me a long time the next day to wake up and although I had escaped the clutches of a hangover, I still wasn't exactly feeling great after the bodily harm that was last night's entertainment. I groggily stumbled around the dorm to get ready in a bit of a daze until I was the last one left in the room. Sally and Ben gave up attempting to hurry me for breakfast after a few minutes, deciding they were too hungry to wait for me. I think they might have said something about seeing me in the cafeteria, but I'm not sure as I wasn't really awake enough to register it.

It took stubbing my little toe on a bedpost as I went to put my shoes on to jog me into concentrating on the world around me. It was a rather painful way of doing so and I would not recommend it, a cup of coffee or even a cold glass of water to the face would have been a much more welcome method.

I was in the midst of hopping up and down while cursing violently when Four walked in. My previously open mouth snapped closed as I froze on the spot as he stood there with a bemused expression. "Er, hi there Four," I said with a sheepish grin, "what brings you here?"

"The sound of you cussing. Why aren't you at breakfast? It's the final day of training today so you better hurry."

"Right, right," I mumbled as I put my boots on quickly. I heaved myself onto my feet and trudged past Four into the corridor, pausing briefly to call back with a cheeky grin, "well come on then slow poke!"

Four snorted but followed me down to the cafeteria in silence, silence that frankly I couldn't be bothered to even attempt to break. I was too tired to come up with conversation he would find even remotely interesting, basically the only things I knew he would talk about were to do with training and that was stressing me out enough without talking about it extensively. I knew who I would have to fight later and I was very nervous, Steve was not someone you wanted to mess with. He was the best fighter in our group and it showed, unbeaten so far I was sure I wouldn't be the one to break his winning streak.

"You're unusually quiet this morning, hung-over?" Four commented with a smirk about halfway to our destination.

"Nope, no hangover. I'm just thinking, that's all, you should try it some time," I replied after sending a glare his way, I had hoped he had forgotten about the alcohol...

"About what? Your final fight today?" I gave a slight grunt in agreement with a shrug of my shoulders and Four continued on to say, "I wouldn't be too worried if I were you, you are a good fighter, remember that. You will be fine."

I gave him a sceptical look before replying, "you do realise who I am up against later today, right? He's a bloody tank and I am going to be squashed like a bug."

"What's a tank?"

"Something that is really difficult to defeat. Like Steve is. Which is why I don't stand a chance against him, not to mention the fact he is yet to be beaten and I really doubt I will be the one to do it as it would take a bloody miracle for that to happen and damn you Four, you've got me talking about the one thing I really didn't want to talk about this morning!" I took a deep breath once I had finished my little rant, both because I needed air and to try and calm myself down a bit.

"Why not?"

I gave an exasperated sigh, surely it wasn't that difficult to figure out! But I explained anyway, "because I am nervous enough as it is without talking about it and stressing myself out more." Four looked at me curiously for a moment, letting what I had said sink in before attempting to calm me down.

"Don't stress about it. Even if you don't win you will be fine, you are the second highest ranking transfer so you will move on to the next stage of training regardless of whether you win or not today." He placed a hand on my shoulder for comfort and I gave him a grateful smile in return.

"Thanks Four, that helped." He dropped his hand and told me he was happy to help, but this confused me slightly seeing as we hadn't exactly gotten off to a good start and I had pissed him off rather a lot. So I casually dropped in, "so what, are we cool now?"

"I'm sorry?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"Are we good now? I mean, you didn't used to trust me and barely talked to me, now apparently you are happy to help me out. So I was just wondering…" I trailed off at the end because I didn't really want to presume anything about our relationship.

"I…" he paused for a moment, contemplating what to say, "I didn't trust you no, but with each day that passes and nothing out of the ordinary happens I trust your word a bit more. You said you came here to learn to be Dauntless and that is it, and you have been true to your word. Also…" he sent a small smile in my direction as he said, "you have grown on me. You might be a tad different then anyone else around here, but I like you, you're rather amusing to have around, not to mention one of the bravest initiates."

"Thank you Four," I softly smiled at him, but then decided this was getting a bit too mushy for my liking – especially seeing as it was Four talking to me – so replied with, "but don't you be getting all emotional and sentimental on me, it doesn't suit you right now."

He chuckled softly at my response as we walked into the cafeteria, "as I said, strange woman."

"Woman?" I queried with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, woman, why is this strange for you?" He picked up a tray and started gathering his breakfast as I followed suit, picking up my usual eggs and bacon but this time with a cup of coffee to go with it. Although I didn't have a hangover, I needed the caffeine to get me going that morning.

"Eh, I'm just not used to it. I don't think of myself as an adult yet really. I don't feel like one yet to be honest, I'm still to childish in too many ways. I dunno. In some ways I feel like I adult well, in others I know I'm nowhere close and it leaves me feeling too old to be called a kid but too young to be called an adult. It's weird." By this point we were walking over to the tables to sit and eat so I told him I would leave him alone to eat and walked off.

"Wait, join me." He flicked his head over to the table next to him, less of a question more of a statement. I hesitated before deciding it would probably be best to do whatever he wanted so slowly slid onto the bench seat opposite him. I was slightly nervous about the whole thing seeing as Four didn't really eat with people. "I only wanted to ask you something, don't look so nervous." I relaxed a bit before he continued to ask me, "what did you mean about feeling too young to be an adult, you have been one for years now, you are twenty after all."

"It's difficult to explain, to be honest I'm not even sure myself. I just don't feel responsible enough." I took a bite of my food but quickly swallowed when I thought of a better way of phrasing it, "no, scratch that. I don't feel wise enough to consider myself an adult. Frankly being an adult is terrifying. I could eat whatever I want right now, go pick a fight with one of the Dauntless leaders, get drunk out of my mind, do crazy shit that makes no sense to anyone, even me, and there isn't a thing you or anybody else could do about it. I am responsible for me, my actions, my decisions and living my life. I don't know if I'm ready for that . . . if I can do that."

Four's POV

And there she goes confusing me once again. Why is being called a woman so odd for her? After all she has just turned twenty, so I queried why being addressed as such made her uncomfortable and listened to her answer as I gathered my food. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry that morning so only picked up some toast and coffee, watching Georgia pile her plate with protein – smart girl. Once she had said her part she quickly excused herself as I went to sit down, I could see that she was sure I wanted to be left alone but I couldn't let her do that when her answer had only perplexed me more.

She was tense as we took our seats at an empty table next to us. The initiates knew not to sit with me unless I wanted them to and although she couldn't see by sitting opposite me she was receiving a number of curious stares from her peers. I could tell she was uncomfortable sitting with me, understandable as I know I can be intimidating – and that's the way I like it. However, this time I needed her to be relaxed, after all I wanted an answer out of her, so calmed her by saying, "I only wanted to ask you something, don't look so nervous." I saw her visibly relax slightly and so continued to my question, "what did you mean about feeling too young to be an adult, you have been one for years now, you are twenty after all."

I listened intently to her answer and mulled it over as we ate. It made sense, I considered myself an adult but what Georgia said struck a chord with me, did I really feel responsible enough to call myself an adult? Georgia was now three years older than me and still didn't consider herself an adult. I still did stupid things, I still regretted decisions I'd made only the other week. But on the other hand I was in charge of training these initiates to become great members of my faction, I was responsible for them and to some degree whether they even make it to being a member or not. I'd never thought of it like that before, how much power I held over the kid's lives, she was right, it was a scary thought.

"Since when did you get so wise?" I asked upon finishing my musings. It had been a while since we last spoke, I didn't even realise how long until I noticed I had finished my food already.

"Um, I'm not?" she said, confusion etched on her face as her eyes flit around for some reason, maybe nervousness.

"That sounded wise to me, something I would expect to come from a Erudite transfer," I told her cocking my eyebrow, "is that where you are from?"

"Always with the questions about my past," she said chuckling lightly. I took a drink of my coffee but didn't say anything, hoping to get an answer. After sighing she spoke, "no I'm not, nor have I ever been, a Erudite and I don't think myself to be as wise as one." I was briefly amused when she used her cutlery to emphasise her point, waving it around a bit and pointing it at me before returning to stabbing her food.

"Really?" I watched her eat as I took a long sip of my drink before coming to a decision on the best way to phrase my point. "You sure do come out with a number of intelligent remarks or you "read it in a book somewhere" comments for someone who isn't Erudite…" I had a theory on this girl, and if it was correct she would be in a heap of trouble.

"Pssh just because I'm are brave doesn't mean I don't learn or read." I saw her freeze when she realised what she had just uttered, her eyes widened and darted around the room to see if anyone had overheard. I already knew nobody was within earshot, I had ensured we chose a table that was not as I wanted to question her to try and prove my suspicion. "Pretend you didn't hear that, okay?" She looked at me nervously and I stared levelly at her to respond.

"I won't say a thing, I promise. But I need to know for the next stage of training, what were your aptitude test results? It's important."

"I - I don't know… I never took the test…" she muttered, eyes dropping to the table, followed by her speedily shovelling more food in her mouth.

"How can you have never taken the test?" I was very confused by what she said and I'm sure it showed on my face. But really, who has never taken the test? She sighed deeply, put her head in her hands and started muttering to herself. Then I remembered, I had promised I would stop asking questions about her past and where she was from, this must have been a part of it. "Never mind. You don't have to say, I promised I wouldn't ask but I have and I apologise for that."

When I said this she put her elbows on the table and placed her mouth behind her lightly clenched together fists to look at me with a contemplating expression. We stayed like this for a little too long for my liking, my hands around my cup of coffee as we held each other's gaze. Finally, she broke it and propped her chin up to say, "it's okay. I can understand that it's a bit too odd for you not to question. But it doesn't change the fact that I am not saying much, if anything about my past."

And with that she went back to eating her breakfast. I sighed, I expected an answer like that given our previous interactions but I wasn't as bothered this time. Our relationship had changed since then, as I said earlier, she had grown on me and I no longer felt she was a threat. The incident with the building had only increased this progress, as I felt responsible and therefore guilty over what happened to her and Sally. She told me yesterday that I shouldn't feel guilty over something that was out of my control and she was right, but that was easier said than done, especially after the thoughts she had provoked only minutes ago.

I watched her as I continued to finish my drink, there was still so much I didn't know about her… Despite this I felt that I knew her enough that she was no longer a threat to any of us and I didn't have to worry about her, at least not in that way any more. I had a new problem to deal with regarding this initiate, was she Divergent? Because if she was, she was in danger. There was very little I could do to help her, and even less that wouldn't potentially result in me losing my position in Dauntless, but I was reluctant to see another person disappear. I decided I could at least hide it for as long as possible.

Georgia's POV

"Four, we gotta go or we'll be late." I stood up and watched him blink himself out of his thoughts. As we tidied away our trays I briefly wondered what had him in such deep thought, he didn't often zone out in such a way. I got my answer as we walked to the fighting room together.

"What do you think your aptitude tests were?" He had lowered his voice so only I could hear him as we passed multiple people along the way, didn't want anyone finding out I was a fraud after all.

'Ah, now there is the million-dollar-question. What do I think they would be?' My mind wandered over all of the possibilities but focused on the point I was fairly sure he was really questioning me about, would I be Divergent? Given my upbringing it was certainly possible, but who knows, I struggle a lot with honesty and my selflessness could do with some work if I was honest (haha – I did a thing). The society I came from was, to be blunt, mainly a selfish one - every man or woman for themselves. It rubs off on you.

"I . . . I really don't know. I've never really thought about it much before." My mind was whirling, trying to look at myself and my actions to think where I would fit best. "I know that I wouldn't be Candor, Aminty or Abnigation, as you well know I lie, I can be very selfish at times and I am far too violent for my own good. Ugh but I am also cowardly in some situations and really stupid at times too. Frankly I could be in all factions and none at the same time."

"That's not good." I turned to see Four looking at me concernedly, unsurprising as I think he was starting to believe I was Divergent, and he could be right for all I knew. Who could look at themselves subjectively enough to work out which faction they would be in? It was clear I couldn't.

"I know." I sighed deeply at the danger that was potentially looming just around the corner. We continued walking down the corridors in silence, neither of us wanting to acknowledge the huge arse elephant in the room because if we did it would be the start of accepting it as truth and neither of us wanted that to be the case. On the other hand, I wasn't exactly worried - certainly not as much as I was sure Four was as he didn't know that I wasn't sticking around very long and had an escape route if necessary.

It was a fair while later that I finally decided to break the stifling silence that had fallen between us by saying, "but whatever, I've got bigger fish to fry right now and fists to avoid being pummelled by."

"Don't make me say it again." Four gave me a sidelong look before walking through the door to our own little Dojo.

'Right... I'll be fine. I can do this. I can do this, right?' I took a deep breath before I stepped into the room after him and scanned the room for my friends, my eyes immediately landed on Steve causing me to freeze momentarily. He was big. Shit, I had forgotten how big he was compared to me.

'No Georgia, shut up, you can do this,' I thought as I shook my head, 'you are faster than him. You got this.' I forced my eyes onward until they landed on my friends standing in the corner, I smiled before making my way towards them.

"Georgia!" Sally greeted me with excitement, "you're just in time, we didn't see you all morning, where were you?

"I was around in the usual places, I was just a bit slower getting ready this morning, that's all." I shrugged before moving to stand next to them looking on to the fighting circle. "Who's fighting first?"

"I'm up first against Allen and Sally is against Liz third, you're right after Sally," he said nodding towards the board Four was writing on. I looked at Ben to try and gauge how he felt about his match, he seemed calm and collected, his face not giving away any emotions.

"Thanks. You two feeling ready for this?" I asked as I bounced around on my feet to try and get rid of my nervousness.

"Ready enough," Ben answered as he stared at his opponent. It made sense that Ben wasn't too worried about his fight, I mean Allen was good, but Ben was better. He lacked the precision Ben had when it came to landing hits. Sally replied in a similar fashion to him, she was faster and nimbler than Liz was, so would have a very good shot at winning if she kept her head in the game.

"What about you?"

"I - I'm a little nervous if I'm honest." I took another quick look at my competition and bit my lip, "…actually I'm a lot nervous. Ugh, lets be real here, I'm fucking doomed."

"For heaven sake, don't be so pessimistic Georgia." Ben nudged me with his shoulder, "if I know you, and I am started to get a good idea what you are like, you'll at least put up a good fight." He grinned at me reassuringly and looked like he was going to add something else when he was called over for his bout.

"Good luck," Sally and I shouted after him at the same time. I grinned and gave him a thumbs up when he paused to look back at us briefly before taking up his position at the edge of the ring.

Four signalled to start and Ben quickly dodged the wild swing Allen directed at his face. Then, before he regained he balance, Ben shot a sharp, precise jab to his face that flung him backwards and flat on his back. I winced slightly as the sound of him impacting the ground was heard through the room, 'ouch, that's gotta hurt.' Ben moved forward to use his adversary's vulnerable position to gain an edge but couldn't get there before he rolled onto his feet and cautiously backed to the edge of the ring.

Shining crimson blood streaming down his face, Allen want on the defensive as he skirted around the edge of the ring to try and avoid Ben's well aimed attacks. He was partially successful, managing to only receive glancing blows that lacked the power Ben desired to cause any significant damage. Still, it was clearly wearing him down, thankfully faster than he was wearing himself down with his relentless assaults.

It wasn't long before Ben managed to gain another direct hit – actually it was even another punch to the face – causing Allen to reel backwards, keeping to his feet this time but almost out of the ring. Ben pressed his advantage and quickly followed it with a fast uppercut that sent the ex-Erudite flying (since when did Ben get so damn strong?!) backwards to land heavily outside the ring with a loud crack as the back of his skull smacked against the floor. Ouch.

Ben's skirmish was won with that impressive onslaught which led to Sally and I congratulating and quizzing him as we vaguely watched the second fight go down between two people we didn't really care about. Sally's fight was next, which of course she won as easily our friend won his own. Only, it was the complete opposite of his as she was the one dancing around the edge of the ring until she saw an opening to take her foe down. Then it was my turn.

I took a deep, calming breath and slowly walked over to one side of the ring at the same time Steve took his place opposite me. I swallowed thickly as he towered over me. 'I' going to loose. I'm going to loose. Oooooh man, I am so going to loose. I'm doomed.'

Off to my right I saw my friends cheering for me enthusiastically while to my other side I saw Four give a stoic nod in my direction, I suppose his version of encouraging me. They believed I could do this, even if I didn't. 'Right, well, if I'm going to lose I'm at least not going down without giving him hell first.'

"GO!" Four called out to begin just as I came to my decision that I really should have thought of sooner.

Steve surged forward, aiming straight for me in an attempt to end our duel quickly, unfortunately for him I was expecting his exact move. I easily dodged the fist rocketing towards my face – we had all figured out fairly quickly that the fact was the best place to aim for when trying to end the match – but I didn't see the foot he hooked around my left ankle that sent me plummeting to the floor. I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could before he would be able to gain the upper hand due to my sprawled position.

I speedily backed away as I turned to face him once again. The tank of a sixteen-year-old was still approaching me but seemed slightly more cautious than his first assault. At this point I decided that the best form of defence was offence so moved in feigning a left hook to move in with a right kick that would remain unblocked. But…I guess he knew I favoured my right…

It seemed he was falling for the feint so I moved in with the kick, but at the last second he shifted right and grabbed my leg in the air. He quickly pulled on my appendage which frustratingly sent me spinning to the floor once again. Just as I was about to push myself up a huge weight landed on top of my helpless body, forcefully knocking the air out of my lungs when as suddenly as the weight arrived, it was gone. However, before I could regain any precious oxygen I was rolled over and a sharp elbow was rammed into my gut, causing me to loose the tiny amount of air I had left in my lungs in a painful gasp followed by a punch to the face that my disorientated with a painful and bleeding nose.

As soon as I could I gulped down some air that tasted and smelt of my coppery blood that ran into my mouth as I desperately rolled out of his reach, or so I thought. As I manoeuvred onto my hands and knees to get up I felt a huge force make contact with my delicate ribs that sent me sailing out of the ring until I rolled to a painful stop. I lay there wheezing with burning lungs and a torso that was screaming in pain for what seemed like hours before someone finally had the sense to ask if I yielded.

I gratefully agreed and the match was called. I lost. 'At least I get to say "I told you so," that's a positive I guess.' I dimly felt two pairs of hands loop under my arms and pull me onto, what was presumably their, two sets of shoulders and started aiding me in what could only be described as a half-walking, half-dragging advance. I blearily opened my eyes I didn't even remember closing to see that my helpers were, of course, Sally and Ben. I managed to mumbled out a vaguely coherent "thanks" along with questioning our destination before having to shut my eyes again due to the light hurting them.

"We . . . you . . . infirmary . . ." I think I heard a female voice say, one I later realised was Sally.

I drifted in and out of awareness as I was taken to the infirmary, so the next thing I fully registered was my sore body being laid on a soft bed with various voices humming in the background. I opened my eyes again and saw a nurse hovering over me asking Ben and Sally questions. At this point she noticed me, she seemed surprised that I was awake and told me she was going to inject me with some painkillers. I hummed to indicate I understood so she promptly inserted the needle into my IV and depressed the plunger.

"That will help your…" she said once she finished injecting the drugs. And it sure did because even as she was ending her sentence the world was fading away into darkness.

Georgia: Ugh, yeah so that thoroughly sucked and was very painful. Not one of my favourite experiences I have to say. *grimaces then shakes head* Enough crummy topics, I want to thank you all very much for reading! Please review if you have the time, I would be very appreciative!