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Tris POV:

I wake up, panting, my palms sweatier than before. Tori looks shocked and disappears out of the room. I sit on the chair, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. Tori bursts back into the room and we lock eyes.

"What were my results?" I attempt to make a serious and threatening voice, but it comes out trembling and small.

"They were inconclusive," she says, simply, but I can see the worry in her eyes.

"What do you mean, they were inconclusive?" I am starting to get anxious.

"You got a result of Abnegation," she says slowly and I inwardly groan. How? "And Dauntless. And Erudite."
I stare at her and manage to get out: "How is this possible?"

"Well, for the first simulation, you had to choose between the cheese and the knife. If you chose the cheese that would give you a result of Amity. If you chose the knife that would give you a result of Dauntless. Because you resisted, both of them were ruled out," Tori gets out.

Now I'm confused. If I got Dauntless, how did I rule it out?

"When the dog came, you didn't just submit to it like Abnegation or Amity would, but you didn't stand up to attack it, like Dauntless, this gave you a result of Erudite. Then you saved the little girl which is an act of both bravery and selflessness so Abnegation and Dauntless were ruled back in. You lied to the man on the bus, which is why Candor was ruled out," she explains.

"What does this mean for me?" I whisper.

"It means you are divergent," she lowers her voice. "You must not tell anyone. At all. I will put in your results as Abnegation. You should go straight home. Say the serum made you sick."

"I need to tell my brother!" I say.

"I'll tell him," she says. "Now, go home."

I do as I'm told and run home. I get to the house and have an urge to find my daughter. It is two o'clock. My mother won't be home because Grace is having a nap at this time. It is her one chance to get out of the house. I use my key and open the door. This wakes up Grace and she begins crying. I can hear her cries of, "Mama! Mama!"

She isn't calling out because she knows it's me. She is wailing my name as if I'll never come back again. My heart aches and I make my way upstairs, dropping my bag off at my room and then entering the nursery. There she is, standing at the edge of her cot, holding onto the bars. She brightens when she sees me and I smile. She is the best thing I've seen all day.

I lift her up into my arms and lay down on the chair. She fits perfectly onto my chest and she dozes on me for a while. I hear my mother's sing-song voice and Grace perks up. I stroke her hair and she quiets down again. My mother comes up the stairs and through the nursery door. She sees my, sitting there and says:

"Beatrice, honey, why aren't you at school?"

"The serum made me sick, so I came home," I recite the excuse Tori told me.

She nods and smiles at the sleeping baby on my chest. I kiss Grace's forehead and slightly rock her side to side.

The next morning, I woke up early. I am worried. I know which faction I'm choosing, but nerves still course through my veins. I feel guilty, abandoning my family, but my new family, with Tobias and with Grace, is more important. My parent's will have Caleb and Caleb will have Susan and my parents. I push these thoughts away and busy myself with getting Grace ready.

The same routine happens as yesterday, I even let her look at herself in the mirror for one last time in our selfless faction. At this moment, my mother walks in on us. She smiles, like she always does when she sees us together. Her mood turns quickly, though, from joy, to a feeling of grief and loneliness.

"You're not staying, are you?" she says, coming forward and stroking my hair.

I shake my head. She knows me so well. I feel bad leaving her behind.

"I have to focus on my family," I elaborate. "And I am not selfless."

I am embarrassed about my confession, even though my aptitude test tells me otherwise. My mother shakes her head.

"Beatrice, I can tell you are going to choose Dauntless, to follow him," she says. "But sometimes, being selfless isn't that different from being brave. Standing up for someone else is brave. Not many people can do it. And yet it is an act of bravery and an act of selflessness."

I remember long ago, Tobias told me something like that. I nod and look down at sleeping Grace. Her innocent face flutters in sleep and I smile. I stand up and my mother and I walk out of our house, hand in hand to meet my brother and father at the bus stop.

Grace fusses on the bus. She never liked public transport. It doesn't help that the bus is fuller than usual. It takes us to the Hub, a large black building in the middle of Chicago. It is where the Choosing Ceremony happens. Soon enough, we get there, and file in with the others through the door. I'm holding tightly onto Grace as well as my mother's hand. Being selfless, we don't take the lifts, but instead go up the stairs, following the other Abnegation.

We reach the top and my family goes and sits in the audience, where I once sat at Tobias's Choosing Ceremony two years ago. Caleb and I walk over to the other sixteen year olds and I scan the Dauntless crowd for Tobias. He's not there. I feel my eyes starting to well up, but I push them away, and pull Grace closer to me. She sniffles, disturbed by the loud noises made from the crowd, in particular the Dauntless and Candor. Even now, the Erudite have books opened in front of them, studying for whatever test they have to take.

This year the representative of the council is from Abnegation. It is Marcus. He walks up to the podium, smoothing down his slightly rumpled robes. His hair is of the appropriate Abnegation length and his beard is neatly shaved.

He speaks in a soft, clipped voice. "My name is Marcus Eaton. I am one of the leaders of Abnegation." I roll my eyes. "Welcome to the Choosing Ceremony. Today you will choose your factions. Until this point, you have followed your parents' paths, your parents' rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules."

I know this was something he desperately wanted to take away from Tobias. To make sure he was never free of the torture Marcus put him through.

"A long time ago, our ancestors realized that each of us, each individual, was responsible for the evil that exists in this world," he continues. "But they didn't agree on exactly what that evil was. Some said it was dishonesty. Some said it was ignorance. Some said it was aggression. Some said it was selfishness that caused it. And the last group thought that it was cowardice that was to blame."

As always, the Dauntless hoot and yell and the ones that didn't laugh.

"That is how we came by our factions: Candor, Erudite, Amity, Abnegation and Dauntless," Marcus says, looking up. "In them we find administrators and teachers and counselors and leaders and protectors. In them we find our sense of belonging, our sense of community, our very lives. Enough of that. Let's get to it. Come forward and get your knife, then make your choice. First up, Zubrinch, Greta."

The speech is the same as two years ago, when Dauntless leader, Max, led the ceremony. Greta Zubrinch comes up and lets his bleeding hand drip over Amity. The Erudite clap politely and the next person is called up.

The time passes by, until I hear the name, "Prior, Caleb."

I smile at my brother as he walks up to the platform. He takes the knife over his palm and then cuts it. He shakily looks at my parents and then at me, mouthing, "I'm sorry." I'm confused about what he's sorry about until he lets his blood drop into the bowl with the clear water. Erudite. I never saw this coming. This whole time, he wanted to be Erudite and not Abnegation.

The ceremony continues on, like nothing happened, until I eventually hear Marcus call my name.

"Beatrice Pri-" Marcus squints his eyes at the paper, as if double checking the name. "Beatrice Eaton."

I get up, Grace clinging to my chest and walk to Marcus. He glowers at me and hands me the knife.

"Did you marry my son without telling me?" he growls, his voice low.

"Yes. Yes I did," I say confidently.

I take the knife and draw a line across my palm, not cutting too deep. It stings but I don't really feel it anyway. I am more worried about Grace. I have to cut my palm, to signify she's going with me. I take her soft, tiny hand and gently run the tip along it. She cries out and I know the tears are coming. I take her forward and form both our hands into fists. I let the blood drip on the sizzling coals. I only look at my parents for a second. My mother is smiling, one tear dripping down her cheek. My father however is bristling, his hands balled up into fists. His face is angry and hurt. Both his children, leaving him for other factions.

I force myself to walk over to the Dauntless and I stay at the back, quietly waiting out the rest of the ceremony. When it is over, the Dauntless take off, running at full speed, down the many flights of stairs and through the doors of the Hub. I run with them, clutching Grace to me. We reach the train platform and I slide her onto my hip.
A Candor girl comes up next to me. She has a sleek, brown bob and piercing brown eyes. She has beautiful caramel skin and she smiles, flashing very straight teeth. She wears the traditional black and white. She puts out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Christina," she says, still smiling. "What's your name?"
"My name is…" I think for a second. "Tris."

"What's your baby's name?" she asks, now smiling at Grace.

"Grace," I say, rocking her. "Would you like to hold her?"

Christina squeals and nods her head enthusiastically. I tell her to copy how I'm holding my arms and then slide sleeping Grace into Christina's arms. She coos at my baby and rocks her like I was. Soon enough, I hear the train coming and I take Grace from Christina.

"Are you going to jump on a train with her?" she asks, looking a little skeptical.

"Yes," I nod my head and she smiles and reassures me.

The train comes bustling past and I jolt into a run, using all the power I have to jump onto the train and cling onto the railing with one hand. I start to fall back and I close my eyes, thinking, this is the end. Luckily, I feel two sets of arms, reaching down for me. They pull me up and I come face to face with an eighteen year old girl and boy.

The girl is tall with straight brown hair and bangs that cover her soft hazel eyes. Her skin is covered in tattoos like Tori's was. She wears a black leather jacket that covers a dusty black tank top and black leggings with large ripped holes in them. She has a silver ring running through her lip and she bites it, chewing her lip anxiously. She is not an initiate, I can tell.

The boy next to her is taller than her and he has dark skin. His hair is short and curly and he has two pierced ears. He wears a black hoodie over his shirt and black shorts. He has a tattoo curling out from his arm and one around his shin and ankle. He grins at me. I notice he has his arm wrapped around the girl.

"Hi, I'm Shauna," she says, looking at me warmly. "This is Zeke."

"Hi," I say, uncertainly. "I'm Tris."

Christina has jumped onto the train and now she walks up behind me. She introduces herself to Shauna and Zeke and now the attention goes to my baby.

"Who's the angel?" Shauna asks, smiling at Grace.

"Grace," I say, stroking back the blonde curls that wrap around her forehead.

"How cute!" she goes into cute mode, like most girls do when they see her.

Zeke clears his throat and says, "So, a Stiff, pregnant before initiation. That's unusual."

He says it as casually as he can, but Shauna still elbows him in the ribs and glares at him. "Her name is Tris and be polite, Zeke, it's the girl's first day!"

"Sorry."

"So do you know who the father is?" Shauna asks, just as casually as Zeke just before.

I nod. "Yes, he transferred two years ago to Dauntless."
Shauna gets an excited look on her face. "We went through initiation two years ago, too. What was his name? Maybe, we can tell you what happened to him."

"Umm," I say. "His name is Tobias."

I see Shauna doing that thing that people do when they're thinking, looking into the distance. I almost laugh, she looks like an Erudite. I finally noticed Zeke's reaction. His mouth is open and I look at him questioningly. He nods and mouths, "He's here."

Shauna pipes up and says, "I don't recall a Tobias going through initiation. Right, Zeke?"

He just nods his head like nothing happened, but I understood. He is here, just not called by that name.

"Oh, actually, he transferred last year," I quickly covered what I said. "Last year, that's right."

She smiles and nods. "I don't know any transfers from last year, but our buddy, Four, might know who he is."

I know right away that this is Tobias. It makes it more obvious by the fact that Zeke is mouthing, "That's him," to me. I wonder suddenly if he'll accept Grace and I. I really hope so. I want to hear more about this 'Four', so I quickly ask:

"Tell me about him."

She looks at me a little strangely, but obliges. "He was ranked first in our initiation and he is tough as nails that's for sure. He never softens up to anyone, not even Zeke and they're best mates. He is tall and kinda handsome, I suppose. He has scruffy brown hair and these amazing, blue eyes. He came from Abnegation, I think. Is that right, Zeke?"

He has been glaring at her since she said he was handsome and a part of me wants to glare at her too. He's mine, after all, and I'm his. Shauna just rolls her eyes at him and kisses him on the cheek. He relaxes and nods to her, a smile playing out on his face.

"Cool," I say, nodding slowly. "Why would he know about last year's initiates?"

Zeke pipes up this time. "He is an initiate instructor. He is basically the one who trains you throughout initiation."

I nod again and Zeke looks pointedly at Grace. "Are you sure you can jump off the train with her?"

"Yes," I say, rather defensively.

Shauna's eyes glisten and she looks excited. "I can take her. We're not initiates, so we don't have to jump off the train. She'll be safer with me."

I look doubtfully at my sleeping daughter, who has her head resting against my collarbone. "Um…"

"I promise I'll be careful," she says, pleadingly.

I look again at Grace and then back at Shauna. "Ok."

Although I am reluctant to do this, I pass Grace over and Shauna hoists her onto her hip. She coos at Grace and rocks her slightly. Zeke suddenly looks very serious.

"You better not be getting any ideas, Shauna," he says, his voice low and slightly threatening.

"Of course not!" Shauna exclaims. "Honestly, Zeke, you really think I want a baby at this age." She looks at me. "No offense."

"None taken," I say, shakily.

An awkward silence comes between the four of us and I turn and look out of the carriage door. The buildings of Candor fly past us and finally I see the large grey building which I know is the centre of Dauntless. I grab Christina's hand and quickly kiss Grace on the forehead.

"We'll jump together," I say, bravely.

She nods and we teeter towards the edge. The ground seems rather farther down than I thought and I take a shaky breath. I hear the yells of the Dauntless born as they jump off the train, tumbling and landing on the platform below. I grip Christina's hand tighter and we surge forward, legs out and fly towards the platform. We make it, breathing deeply and sitting on the floor as we compose ourselves.

"We did it," Christina giggles.

I look at her and laugh too. The other initiates are crowding around a tall, bulky man with blonde hair that stuck to his face and blue eyes, though they looked dark in the light. He has tattoos on his neck and so many piercings on his face, it's ridiculous. He doesn't look particularly nice, nothing like Shauna and Zeke, at least.

"I'm Eric!" the man shouts once all the initiates have gathered around him. "I am a leader here at Dauntless."

I think he looks too young to be a leader, but I keep my mouth shut. He doesn't look like someone to mess with.

"Here at Dauntless, you will need to find your inner strength, inner bravery and face your fears! We have no room for pansycakes here!" he continues to yell. "Initiation started when you first jumped onto that train. Those who didn't make it are now factionless, left to live on the streets with no food. You must pass initiation to get into Dauntless. Only ten of you will make it!"

Only ten. I thought everybody made it through initiation. Anxiety racks my body. What if because of Grace, I am not accepted for initiation or it makes me weaker? I brush off these thoughts. Eric rambles on about bravery and initiation.

"Alright, initiates! To make it through to Stage One of initiation, you must jump through this hole. Who will be the bravest and jump first?" Eric asks.

I look at the hole in the floor. It looks bottomless. Even so, I want to see my baby so I step forward and bravely say, "I will."

Eric looks a little surprised and a Candor boy with dull brown hair and green eyes sneers.

"A Stiff? Going first?" he snickers and two other Candor transfers snicker along with him.

"Oh yeah!" I shout and begin to run towards the hole. "Watch me!"

I jump and I feel myself falling down, down, down and brace myself for the slam against cold ground. Instead something collapses beneath me and I'm thrown back up. I fall back to the ground and this time, I am cradled by fabric. It's a net I've fallen into. I sit up, looking around.

A pair of strong hands reach down towards me and I allow myself to be pulled up. My feet land on the solid ground. I look up to thank the person that helped me, my Abnegation showing through and my eyes meet two midnight blue eyes, staring back at me. The eyes of my daughter, the eyes that haunt me everytime I go to sleep, everytime I close my eyes.

"Tobias," I whisper, so only he can hear.

He doesn't say anything. His face is expressionless and cold. My heart cracks. Not breaks, cracks. I take in his appearance. He is still tall, but taller than I remember and his brown hair is tousled like it always has been. I see the hints of a tattoo coming out from his back and wrapping around his neck and shoulders. He is wearing Dauntless black, as expected and I can't help thinking how good he looks in it.

I see Zeke standing there behind his shoulder and look for Shauna, but she isn't there. Anxiety takes over my hurt and I look frantically around, but can't see her.

"A Stiff? First jumper? That's unheard of," the voice comes from a woman who, like Eric, has many piercings in her face. Unlike Eric, it suits her.

I hear Tobias's cold voice ring out. "There's a reason why she left them."

Did he just stand up for me? I am very confused. First, he acts like he doesn't know me and now he acts as if he cares for me, at least a little bit. I grimace. This isn't the Tobias I once knew. This is the cold, emotionless 'Four' that Dauntless has made him into.

"Well, aren't you going to make the announcement, Four?" the woman snaps back at him.

"Yes, Lauren, I'm getting there," 'Four' says. "What's your name?"

I balk. My husband, father of my daughter, just asked my name. "Tris."

"First jumper, Tris!" he calls out and the Dauntless watching cheer. "Over here, Tris."

I glare at him as I walk past. "Thanks, Four," I say.

He flinches and I walk and stand next to Zeke, who looks between me and 'Four'.

At that moment, Shauna comes bustling up from behind a building, holding a crying Grace. I hear her soft whimpers of, "Mama. Mama."

My heart aches for her and I want to take all her pain away and be the mother she needs. With Tobias. Not this newly created 'Four'. Tobias. 'Four' and Zeke turn to her and 'Four' grins.

"So, Shauna, got something you need to tell us?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No," she says, flatly. "She's not even mine."

"She's mine," I say.

I want to say ours but I stop myself and walk forward. Grace stretches her arms to me and I take her into my arms. She whimpers into my collarbone and I hug her tightly.

"She's my daughter," I say, straight at 'Four'.

Tobias POV:

"She's my daughter."
I hear these words being uttered out of my love's mouth and I almost let my jaw drop. Keyword, almost. Daughter. I can see it now. Her hooking up with someone else. How could she do this to me? So quickly? I've only been away for two years. But as I stare at the little girl in Tris's arms, I know. I know that she's mine.

The blue eyes, the familiar hooked nose. I almost laugh, she's our perfect mix. She has Tris's beautiful blonde locks and her smile.

I soften up at my realization and say, "You deserve to be Dauntless."

Tris looks at me curiously and I try to tell her with my eyes, that I do indeed love her. She somehow seems to understand. How could she not? To her, I am an open book and she can read me nice and clearly. To everyone else though, I am a stone wall, not able to be smashed. Only Zeke and Eric remember my real name. Zeke never questions why I don't like to be called Tobias and Eric uses it to threaten me with. I hate Eric.

After much pain and putting blood and sweat into this piece, it is complete. Also I'm going back to school in two days so there won't be a lot of updates. School comes first as my mum says. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and we'll see how things playout. Let me know on your thoughts.

- coco