Disclaimer - I Don't own Divergent, it's characters and I do not get any money for this fanfiction
Sorry this one is late, work has been crazy busy.
Anyway this one is a short one, but still fun and a good insight into what they want to do.
Tris woke up early which was becoming her new norm and dragged her sore, tired ass body out of bed. Slowly she made her way to the dining hall where she knocked on the side door to the kitchen. It quickly opened revealing Terry.
"Didn think ya would be comin taday." He remarked as he wiped his hands on a cloth.
She smiled weakly up at him, "Need to keep training to keep up."
"Ya a strong lass ya hea me?" He semi smiled. "I'll grab ya somethin ta eat."
Terry turned and walked back into the kitchen before coming out with a plate of flat circular things covered in something that smelled sweet. "Don't tell no one I made ya these."
She looked at them questionably, unsure of what 'they' were. "What are they?" She finally asked as politely as she could.
Terry laughed a burly laugh that resonated through his chest. "They be Pancakes, ya ain't neva seen a pancake befor?"
Tris shook her head, "My old faction never really ate anything amazing like I get here."
"Ah," He said, "Abnegation, splains a lot."
Tris looked up at him with a sideways glance as he put his hands up in defence, "No problem ere lass, just sayin that it's why ya strivin ta be betta then those other shmucks, it's so ya can do betta then them." He grinned. "An when ya are betta, give that Peta fella anotha ass whoopin like he ain't neva had."
Tris smiled at that as he disappeared again, appearing moments later with another plate and a few friends. "We is gunna ave brekky ta getha taday."
They all made their way over to the nearest table and took a seat. Jason was first of the group to introduce himself and thanked her for the breakfast. When she questioned him about it and found out that 'Pancakes' were a once a month treat only, but Terry made them specially for her.
Tim introduced himself next, he was one of the apprentice chefs from previous year's initiates.
She met several other people around the table but most of their names don't stick in her mind. Soon enough though she thanked them all for their hospitality and made her way to the pit to get at least some exercise in before the day started.
She was able to get in two sets of the pit before calling it and heading back to the dorm room.
"You really should wake me if you're going to train while injured." Came Christina's Mummy voice.
She smiled at her, "I'm fine," Then casually said, "Shall we shower?"
They shower and dress in record time, making it to breakfast with plenty of time to take it easy and eat their meal at their own pace.
"I've been thinking," Christina chimed in over their idle chit chat.
"Woh, don't hurt yourself." Laughed Will.
Christina glared at him but continued, "About what job I might want once I become a full member, you know?"
"I've been thinking about it too." Al chimed in.
"What do you want to do Al?" Christina asked.
"Promise not to laugh?"
Everyone nodded.
"I want to become a nurse." Al said proudly. "If it's available."
Will started to laugh making Tris peg some of her food at him and glare. When he finally stopped he said, "All jokes aside,"
"You were the only one joking." Christina interrupted him with a glare.
"All jokes aside!" Will continued, "Did you know before the war male nurses use to be called 'Murses' and they were actually very common."
"Hey Al," Tris said happily, "You could start a new trend and bring back the Murse."
"Hey yeah, I could." Al smiled.
"What about you Will?" Al asked, "What do you want to do?"
"That's easy," Will grinned, "I'm going to work in the control room like Four."
"Why? That sounds so boring." Whined Christina.
"Simple, I get to sit in a nice comfy chair all day and watch cameras." Will's smile widened.
"That's a great way to become fat." Christina laughed.
"I won't become fat!" His smile dropped into a glare as he poked at his plate with his fork.
"Yes you will and your fat ass will mould to the seat." Christina laughed harder.
Al and Tris join in laughing with her as Will sat there grumpily crossing his arms.
"Yeah well what do you want to do then?" Will bit back.
Christina smirked, "I want to be a patrol guard."
"Impossible!" Will stated, "You'll never make it into the top three."
Christina's smirk widened, "I don't have to. While at the wall I spoke to a guard that was in the bottom three for his initiation year."
Al's jaw dropped, "How did he become a wall guard with that low of a rank?"
Tris had to admit even she was curious.
"His nickname is 'Dead Shot' because while he pretty much failed at everything else during initiation, he passed at the top of his class for firearms and projectile throwing." She said "He asked me to point out a spot on a tree and he threw a knife at it from 50 yards away!"
"You still have no hope." Will burst into laughter.
"I do too!" Christina yelled back, puffing up her cheeks and sulking into her chair with her arms crossed, like Will had previously been.
Tris pat her on the back, "It's okay Chris, I'm sure if you work hard you'll make it."
"Thanks Tris," Christina smiled at her then turned to Will and poked out her tongue, "At least someone believes in me."
Will just rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Christina turned to Tris and grabbed her hands, "What about you Tris? What do you want to do?"
Tris hadn't really thought about it since her main concern was just passing initiation, "I don't really know. I liked watching Tori tattoo, but growing up in Abnegation drawing was frowned upon so I don't even know if I'm any good."
"I'm sure Tori would be happy to teach you or at the very least give you some pointers." Al said encouragingly.
"Yeah, but tattooing also involves touching people. Not to sound weird but I'm still getting used to how touchy feely everyone is." Tris grimaced.
"Well what else would you like to do then?" Christina asked.
Tris thought on it again, "Maybe something in leadership, not so much a leader but working alongside them, helping them, you know."
"I could totally see you doing that!" Christina smiled.
"Thanks." Tris smiled back.
They finish their breakfast and head to the training hall early. When they got there Four was already setting up the knives for the mornings throw.
Hope you all liked this one, I know it was short, but it had its moments. Another one will be up this weekend... unless I have to bring my work home again...
Spoilers Sweety -
On the next episode of Alternate Divergance - Tris' second fight, how will it go and what's this new smell that is amazing!