Disclaimer: Greetings! I regret to inform you that Divergent is not owned by me. If it was, I would have posted this story on a site that's not for fanfictions, because it wouldn't be a fanfiction. Actually, I probably would have published it already, like the real owner has, which is the reason I am writing this story. Too confusing? In short, Divergent is owned by Veronica Roth, not me.

A/N: Now that that's out of the way, enjoy this chapter! Featuring a tour of Dauntless, a stern talk about cuts, note-passing, and a reunion we've all been waiting for.

Darkness. For some reason, the Dauntless seem to embrace darkness. The halls we are walking down are only lit by occasional blue lanterns. In the areas of darkness between them, it's easier to lose your balance, so we have to be extra careful. I walk just in front of Lavender and Ethan, who are walking side by side.

We are being led down a series of hallways by Tobias. He isn't telling us where we're going, but I assume it's to where we'll be sleeping. That, or they'll have us do another crazy Dauntless stunt. We've already jumped off a train and a rooftop, I wouldn't be surprised if they asked us to jump into the Chasm next, despite Tobias' speech about it.

Right before Tobias got up from our table in the dining room, he had pressed a small piece of paper into my hand. I'm clutching it in my right hand right now, eager to see what he wanted me to know. But that's going to have to wait for a while, until everyone is sound asleep. By not acknowledging me at the net, Tobias made it clear that people can't know about our relation to each other, for whatever reason.

All the initiates are walking in silence. Tobias didn't say we had to be quiet, but I suppose that he is so intimidating, none of us want to speak around him. Nobody wants to set him off. If he wasn't my brother, I probably would be intimidated by him too.

Tobias stops in front of a wooden door, and we all gather around him.

"As you all know, my name is Four. I will be your initiation instructor. Initiation is something we all take very seriously here in Dauntless. So seriously, in fact, that one of the Dauntless leaders will be overseeing your training. I'm sure you all saw Eric in the dining hall tonight."

A leader will be overseeing our training. Just the thought of it makes my stomach flip-flop. Out of all the Dauntless leaders, did it have to be Eric?

From Tobias' tone, I can tell he isn't too happy about it either.

"There are some ground rules for initiation." Tobias continues. "You must be in the training room by eight o'clock every day. If you're late, there are consequences. Training is from eight to six every day, with a break for lunch. After six, you can do whatever you want. You will get some time off between each initiation stage."

I'm not even a member of Dauntless yet, and I'm already going to have more freedom in initiation than I ever would in Abnegation. Even excluding the punishment we would get from our father if we even remotely enjoyed ourselves, Abnegation is all about serving others. Enjoyment is selfish. Every free moment is spent bettering the lives of others.

It's strangely binding to hear we can do whatever we want, although it's also freeing. Freeing, because we get to actually think of ourselves for once, and binding, because doing whatever you want relies on you knowing what you want to do, which I don't.

"You can only leave the compound if you are with a full member of Dauntless." Tobias' speech echoes in my ears. "Behind these doors is the room you will be sleeping in during initiation."

"All of us?" Ethan calls out.

Tobias nods. "Girls and boys. Oh, and you'll love the bathrooms." He cracks a slight grin.

All the initiates groan.

"Anyway, in the first stage of initiation, transfers and Dauntless-borns are kept separately, but you aren't evaluated separately. At the end of initiation, your ranking will be determined in comparison with the Dauntless-born initiates. And growing up in Dauntless has given them an advantage. So, I suggest-"

"Rankings?" questions the Erudite boy. The expression on his face is genuinely curious. "What is the reason for us being ranked?"

Tobias glares at him. He doesn't take kindly to being interrupted. "There are two reasons for your ranking." He explains. "The first is that it determines the order in which you will select a job after initiation. The higher your rank, the more choices you will have. Firsts and seconds, for example, are the first choices for a leadership position, or another high-ranking position, like ambassador."

"What was your rank?" The Erudite girl I almost bumped into earlier asks. She's tall and well-built; not so big that she's slow, but not so small that she's weak. She'll be a tough opponent.

Tobias looks at her for a moment before replying. "I was first."

All of us are shocked into silence. "So why aren't you a leader?" the other Erudite girl finally asks. She's shorter than the first one, and skinnier, like a twig.

Tobias gives her a glare as well. I can understand why he doesn't want to. He probably doesn't want to have to face Marcus. He gives a short reply. "Personal reasons."

With that, Tobias moves on. "The second reason, well." He sighs. "Is that only the top ten initiates are made members."

My eyes widen, and I can feel my stomach clench. Everyone is still. Nobody dares move, and we all let the news sink in.

Tobias is usually hard to read, but anybody can tell that he is unhappy with this rule. The expression on his face is defeated. From what I can tell of him during my time here, Four usually shows no emotion. But the person in front of me isn't Four, at least not right now. Right now, it's Tobias, the concern and defeat on his face after I got a beating.

"What?" Dante finally cries out, breaking the silence.

"There are thirteen Dauntless-borns, and eight of you. We will cut five initiates at the end of stage one, and the last six will be cut after the final test."

There's a chance I might not make it into Dauntless, might not be able to join my brother. And that thought makes me nauseous. I had never even considered it up until this point. Eleven of us will be cut. And the odds, as the only Abnegation transfer, are not in my favor.

"If you are cut," Tobias continues, probably sensing the unanswered question in the air. "You will leave the Dauntless compound and live factionless."

Several of the initiates gasp, and the shorter Erudite girl clamps a hand over her mouth in shock. I remember the little factionless girl, her messy hair and faded clothes. I don't gasp. I don't let any emotion show on my face.

I'm not going to end up on the streets, taking handouts from the Abnegation. I'm not going to let Marcus taunt me, the Abnegation silently judge me, knowing that I wasn't strong enough for Dauntless, my chosen faction. I will be a member of Dauntless, whatever it takes.

"That's not fair!" Dante says, Zayden nodding in agreement. Dante's expression is kind of hilarious.

Tobias gets up, and stalks over to Dante. Everyone falls silent. Tobias squats down, so his face is level with Dante's. "No, it isn't fair. But life isn't fair, and I don't make the rules. You're about to say that you would have chosen differently if you knew, aren't you? If that's what you were about to say, you should walk out now. Someone who is truly meant for Dauntless would fight with everything they have to make it in, not turn away at the chance of failure."

His eyes skim over all the initiates, lingering on me for a moment, before returning to Dante's. "Only a coward would give up their dream because there is a chance that they could fail. And let me tell you, cowards are not looked upon favorably in Dauntless."

Tobias gets up, his hand on the door handle. "You chose us, now we need to choose you."

I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Around me, there are seven people breathing steadily. All of them are asleep.

Sleeping in the same room as other people isn't exactly new to me, because of all those nights I've spent in Tobias' room, after being awoken by nightmares. But it's only ever been with Tobias, the brother I love and trust. Not with seven people I hardly know. But sleeping in the hallway is less appealing. I wonder why.

Everyone has changed into Dauntless clothes for the night, including me. Abnegation holds very few good memories for me, so I was all too happy to get new clothes, clothes that have never been stained by my blood, at some point. Clothes that haven't been in the same house as that monster.

Here, it seems like attention is okay, even good. And that's great for me, because I don't have to worry about screwing something up to turn attention to me. I can feel empowered, not antagonized, by others' eyes.

All that matters now is that I'm with my family. And even if we can't really acknowledge each other until after initiation, we're around each other, we can see each other, we can keep each other safe, and that's more than Tobias and I could say a year ago.

I hear Lavender shift above me. Me and Lavender decided to bunk together, and she got top.

It's been about half an hour since everyone got into bed, and I'm still clutching Tobias' note in my hand. I'm paranoid that someone's going to wake up and see me just as I open it. But I have to, at some point. So, I flip onto my back and grasp the edge of the folded paper with my other hand. I take a deep breath, and open it.

My eyes scan the words on the paper.

Hey Cam,

Nice to see you in Dauntless. Slip out of the dorms at 11:45. Then come to the Chasm. I'll be waiting. Hopefully you remember your way. Then we can talk.

Love you,

Toby

I smile slightly at the use of his nickname for me. It gets wider when I see how he signed his note. When I'm done reading, I check my gray watch, which is still on my wrist. 11:35. I'm already fully dressed, so there's nothing I need to do except wait.

And I do.

As I approach the Chasm, the sound of roaring water fills my ears. I can see a tall figure leaning on the Chasm railing, their back to me. A few steps closer, and I can identify the figure as Tobias. There's something on the floor beside him, some sort of box.

Thankfully, I had remembered my way to the Chasm. It would have been embarrassing had I not.

I keep walking closer to Tobias, but he doesn't turn around. This surprises me; my brother is very perceptive, and can usually sense if anyone is within ten feet of him without turning around. But I've always had naturally soft footsteps, and with the sound of the Chasm, it's probably very difficult, if not impossible, to hear me approaching.

I am now right behind Tobias, and I really want to wrap my arms around him, but I know that this will only alarm him. I've seen him in Abnegation. Whenever someone surprised him, he would immediately wheel around, his stance defensive. He's always been strong, from lifting boxes in the sorting center, and could have won a fight against any of the Abnegation, even without any fight training.

Now that he's Dauntless, it's probably going to be even worse for anyone who surprises him. Add on the fact that he was first ranked, and the rumors of the Abnegation transfer to Dauntless who became a prodigy, and I come to the conclusion that I do not want to surprise him.

"Tobias." I say, my voice soft, almost whispering. He turns around, his shoulders relaxed for the first time since I've seen him in Dauntless.

"Cam." He pulls me to him, and I bury my head in his shoulder. Both of us have grown taller, and now I'm about half a foot shorter than him.

We sit there, hugging each other, for a few long moments, until he finally releases me. He picks the box off the floor, grabs my hand, and pulls. "Follow me. We can't talk here."

I want to ask why, but Tobias is insistently tugging me along, and I have no room to argue. He drags me along the Chasm until we reach a path that descends into it. The narrow path leading down to the water makes me uneasy, but I follow Tobias without question. I know that he will do anything to keep me safe. He proved that when he took my beatings for me.

We finally reach his destination, a little rock ledge right above the water. He leads me to it, and we sit, folding our legs beneath us, facing each other.

For a few seconds, we just stare at each other, not saying a word. I have so many emotions coursing through me, that I can't even begin to name them all, but I can identify a lot of happiness, relief, and curiosity.

In those few seconds, I get the first good look of my brother that I've had in a year. He's taller, of course, and his muscles are better defined, probably from all the physical exertion of Dauntless. He is wearing all black clothes that stick close to his skin, which is how I can tell that he's gotten stronger. His face has only changed slightly. There are now crease lines in his forehead, probably from keeping a stern face all the time.

But right now, his face is soft, and I can see the joy in his expression. He's the first one to speak. "I've missed you, Cam."

"I've missed you too." I smile at him, and he gives me a small, shy smile back.

"Was it bad?"

I know exactly what he's asking about. Marcus was undoubtedly angry that he transferred, and Tobias knew that he would take it out on me.

"I got beaten unconscious." I look at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. I don't want to admit to him that it was the second-worst thing I had to go through in that house. I don't want to see the guilt in his eyes. I've always hated to see my brother, who has always seemed so strong to me, weak. And I'm afraid if I see the weakness in his eyes, the weakness he has for me, I'll break down.

"Nothing that hasn't happened before." I admit, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah, but not often. This is my fault." I finally get the courage to look up at him, only this time, it's him looking at the rock under us. I can see the dim blue light of the lanterns reflecting off the tears in his eyes.

"Hey." I shift closer, and put my hand on his knee. "It isn't. You needed to get out, I understand that. And now I'm out too. It will never happen again."

"But-"

"Tobias, you have really bad memory. Do you remember what I said to you in Abnegation last year?"

Tobias scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.

"I said, no buts. And I still stand by that. We can both be happy now."

"I guess." Tobias sounds unconvinced, but I let it slide.

"Why can't anyone know I'm your sister, Toby?"

He sighs. "I'm the instructor for the transfers, as you know. I know you'll do well, and I don't want your rank to be attributed to favoritism."

It makes sense. In fact, it's brilliant. "Are you sure you don't have aptitude for Erudite, Tobias?" I ask. I'm shocked that he had the sense to think this far ahead.

"Nope." Tobias grins at me. "It's only because I've spent the last year thinking about you and what to do when you came."

I accept it and change the subject. "Soooo... how's Dauntless? Do you have friends? Is there a lucky girl?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

The mood immediately seems to lighten, and Tobias starts talking to me, telling me about his friends Zeke and Shauna, and their antics. He tells me about Zeke and his brother Uriah, who is choosing next year, and their legacy as Dauntless' most notorious pranksters. But when I press him on the topic of his love life, he tells me that he doesn't have a girlfriend. He sometimes goes on double dates with Zeke, he says, but those never last.

In some ways, I understand. Being brought up in Abnegation does not provide you with a lot of preparation for dating, and Tobias seems to have retained a lot of Abnegation traits, despite adapting a lot of Dauntless ones. But, on the other hand, I find it hard to believe he doesn't have a girlfriend. He's handsome, and he has an amazing personality once you get to know him. He should have no problem finding someone who wants to be with him. But I guess that he just hasn't found the right person yet.

When he asks about me, I don't have nearly as many interesting stories to tell. After all, my year in Abnegation after he transferred was spent alone, just doing schoolwork and tolerating the beatings. But I tell him about the encounter with the factionless girl earlier today, and he agrees that it was odd that she knew who I was and that I was choosing today. I also told him about the train ride, how I destroyed Zayden with my words, and, in the process, befriended Lavender, Ethan, Rowan, and, later, Juniper.

When I finish recalling the Zayden incident, he smiles. "He deserved it. Good job, Cam." He pats me on the back, and I wince, despite how gentle he was being. His expression immediately becomes one of concern. "Oh, no. Did he beat you last night?"

I nod.

"I was afraid of that. That's why I brought this." He holds up the box, and I see a red plus sign on it. A first aid kit.

"Take off your shirt and turn around." He instructs, as he opens the first aid kit and pulls out a few bottles, as well as some gauze and cotton swabs.

"I've already treated it, Tobias. I'm fine."

"I know you have, Cam, but you can't see your entire back, and I can. I can treat it better. Now, shirt off."

I sigh and do as he says. It's not that I don't trust him, we've treated each other's backs hundreds of times before. I grit my teeth as he pours something from one of the bottles on my back. It stings like crazy. Whatever he's using to clean my wounds is undoubtedly stronger that what we had in Abnegation. I can feel him cleaning and bandaging my back, and I decide to talk to him about the thing that's been nagging at me ever since yesterday. "Tobias, I want to talk to you about my aptitude test."

I can feel him pause. He doesn't do anything for a second, then goes back to treating my back, like nothing happened.

I take a deep breath. "My result was inconclusive. Abnegation and Dauntless. Just like yours." My voice is just a whisper, and, somehow, he hears it, above the noise of the Chasm.

"I suspected it would be." He says. "I'm finished. Here's your shirt."

He hands me my shirt, and I pull it on before turning to face him. "What does it mean? Why is it dangerous?" I remember asking him these questions a year ago. Hopefully, he has some answers now.

"I learned a bit about it from my initiation instructor, Amar. He was Divergent too." Tobias closes his eyes, almost as if he can't bear to think about it anymore.

"Was?" I question softly.

"He's dead now. They killed him." Tobias' hands are in fists.

"Who?" I urge him on.

"Erudite. I don't know why they are hunting us, but they want us dead." My stomach lurches. "Who was your test administrator?"

"Tori."

Tobias lets out a sigh of relief. "Alright. She'll keep you hidden like she has for me. She already told you, you can tell nobody, right?"

I nod. Tobias' eyes are wild, and I can see the panic and worry swirling in them.

"Okay. As far as I know, Divergent just means that you are aware in simulations. You were aware during the aptitude test, right?"

I nod again.

"Okay. So, if you know you're in a simulation, you can manipulate it. Stage 2 of Dauntless initiation is fear simulations. I'm going to be running them, but the recordings are saved, so the leaders have access to them at any time. No matter what you do, you cannot manipulate the simulation during the fear sims. You got that, Cam?" He puts his hands on my shoulders and shakes them gently.

"Yes. So why is manipulating the simulations so dangerous?"

"Tobias furrows his brow. I'm familiar with the expression. He puts it on whenever he is thinking hard. "I'm not sure. But stage 3 is the fear landscape. Everyone will be aware in those, so you're safe during that."

Tobias looks at his watch. "It's nearly one in the morning. We should both get some sleep. The first day of initiation is tomorrow."

I nod. Tobias' hands are still on my shoulders. He leans in and kisses me on my forehead. "Let's get you back to the dorms, Cam."

We rise, and stroll back up the path, out of the Chasm, and down the narrow Dauntless tunnels. We finally end up in front of the wooden doors, right outside the transfer dorm.

"When do you want to talk again?" Tobias asks.

"How about tomorrow, same time and place?" I offer.

"That's fine. Goodnight, Cam. Sleep tight."

"Night, Toby. Don't let the bedbugs bite."

I throw my arms around him. He squeezes me so tightly that I start struggling for air. But it's worth it. Everything I've endured during the last year is worth it, because I am finally back in my brother's arms.

A/N: Reunions are so emotional and fun to write!
Next time, we get to witness the first time the new initiates pick up firearms. You don't want to miss it... after all, who knows what's going to happen?
Well, me, but that's besides the point. Have a wonderful day!