Six: "Kat doesn't own Divergent! If she did, why would she be writing fanfics?"

Kat: "Thanks Six! Now go, get your job!"

Six: "Alright! See ya later Kat!"

Kat: "See ya! And you better get a good job!"

Chapter 14

Jobs & Apartments

Six:

My disgust for the boy was quickly diminished when the Dauntless started to cheer and clap and stomp their feet and slam their mugs, making as much noise as they possibly could. Suddenly, the members stood up and began to lift Zeke, the other initiates, and myself up, and carried us around the room. Shouts of congratulations were thrown our way as we were carried across the crowd.

I sighed as I finally finished packing all my things from Tori's apartment. Max allowed me to keep staying at Tori's apartment. He only let it because he realized I have PTSD. Max had come over to Tori's apartment to talk to her about something, and I had been asleep, it was only just the day after I was released from the infirmary and I was far too tired to pack. I had woken up from a nightmare of my past and Max realized I have PTSD through that. He thinks it's from something to do with the factionless, but he has absolutely no idea and it will stay that way until my plan is done. Today we get our apartments and pick our jobs, and I can't wait, I know for a fact that I want to train initiates, and I also want to be a leader, but that means facing Marcus. I have a plan set in place for when I have to see Marcus again. I should have done this earlier, but I know I needed to get stronger. There is no way I could or would have been able to stand up to Marcus if I didn't spend time training to get stronger.

"Six! You ready yet!?" Tori shouted from the other room where she and Zeke sat, waiting.

I told Tori my plan yesterday and told Amar that I want leadership. They both support my choices and I can't ask for a better family. Zeke's been nothing but amazing with helping me get through everything, especially with the PTSD that I have from the abuse. Somedays, it's easy to tell if the nightmare or episode would turn out worse than others and those days Zeke would spend over at Tori's apartment with me. He's done everything he can to help me, and I've been trying to help him too. Zeke also helped me come up with my plan for getting Marcus arrested and I couldn't be more thankful. Zeke, Tori, and Amar make up my new, wonderful family, and I couldn't be any happier to have met them.

I'm ripped out of my thoughts by Zeke shouting for me, "Six, let's go! Job choosing starts in like twenty minutes! Hurry up!"

I groaned and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" as I left my room after pilling the boxes neatly against the bed.

The minute Zeke saw me step out of the room, he shot up from where he sat on the couch and sprinted over to me, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away. I don't have any problems with my Androphobia or PTSD when I'm around Tori, Zeke, and Amar because they're all familiar and they're family to me. Over the weeks of being around the three, I've grown used to their presence and touch and as long as I can see when either of them grabs me, I won't get thrown into a panic attack or flashback of my past.

Zeke began to ramble on and on about who knows what while he dragged me towards the cafeteria where we will publicly choose our jobs. I want to be a faction leader and so that's what I will be, and I also want to be an initiation instructor with Amar and work with Tori in the tattoo parlor. I'm going to be a full-time faction leader and during initiation, I'll be an instructor of course, and I'll be a part-time worker at the tattoo parlor, only working there if I have enough time. Though I'm not entirely sure if that's allowed, I will never find out unless I ask.

I'm once again ripped out of my thoughts by Zeke shaking me. I must have been too deep in thought to the point where I couldn't register anything. I looked at him quizzically, tilting my head in question before he finally spoke, "Are you okay? You're normally never that deep in thought, so something must be wrong."

I chuckled and answered, "I'm fine, Zeke, just thinking about the plan." When speaking to Zeke in public about something to do with Marcus, we've just started to refer to him as The Plan, because I don't want anyone to piece together that we're speaking about my father, Marcus Eaten, the Abnegation leader and the "most selfless person to exist", as everyone believes. Really, Marcus is a selfish bastard who should be dead, not my mother. My mother deserves to be alive still, and Marcus deserves to be dead, but sadly, I can't change the past.

Zeke just nodded and continued to drag me to the cafeteria, nearly running into many other Dauntless Members on their way to get food and to watch the job choosing. The minute we entered the cafeteria we split up to do our everyday lunch routine before meeting up at our normal table. We were deep in conversation about what we plan to do and what jobs we want to have when we were interrupted by the clambering of plates as many people decided to join us. We looked up to see Tori, Amar, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, and surprisingly, Shauna had all come to join us. Zeke and I smiled at the group, though our smiles turned to grimaces when we looked over at Shauna.

Before anyone could speak we were interrupted by a female voice, "Can I join you guys?" They asked. We all looked over to see Lauren standing by the side of the table, looking as unsure as ever.

The group simultaneously looked at each other before I spoke up while nodding with a slight smile, "Of course you can, Lauren."

She smiled at us before sitting down and a conversation spiked up once again. I noticed Zeke and Shauna steering away from having conversations that could lead them into talking to each other and shot Lynn a questioning glance, figuring that maybe since they're sisters she'd know of anything to deal with Shauna's behavior. Lynn gave a slight shake of her head, and I internally sighed. I want to help Shauna get back together with Zeke, mainly because I know how unhappy Zeke is without Shauna, and even if they can't date I want them to be able to hang out and be friends like they once were.

"Hey, Six, what job do you want to get?" Uriah, Zeke's little brother, piped up, pulling me out of my thoughts and into the conversation.

I looked over at Uriah and replied, "I was actually thinking of three different jobs. I know for a fact that I want to be a part of the leadership so I'll be doing that as my main focused job." I began explaining the jobs I'd like to have, "I'd also want to work with Amar when training the initiates and with Tori at the tattoo parlor, though that would only be part time." Everyone, except for Zeke who already knew this information, looked at me in shock at the number of jobs I'd like to take.

"H-how are you gonna handle all three of the jobs?" Lynn stuttered in shock, finally joining the conversation and startling everyone aside from me.

I smiled a slightly sad smile that you would only realize had the hint of sadness if you knew me well enough, "It won't be that hard. I know leadership is going to take a long time and a lot of hard work, but I know I can handle it." I began, my graze drifting as I explained, "Along with that, initiation instructor, that only lasts for a few weeks a year and I could work alongside Amar which would help a lot. As for tattoo artist, well Tori's already seen my artistic skill and all I'd have to practice with is using the tattoo guns." I once again concluded my statement about how I'd handle three jobs at once.

Not even a minute after answering Lynn's question, did Uriah blurt out another, "Why? Like, why do you want three different jobs?"

I glanced over at Zeke, hesitance in my gaze that only dulled when he gave me a reassuring nod to explain to the… gang why I want to do three jobs. "I have PTSD," I stated simply. "All three jobs give me something to focus on, but it doesn't mean just one will keep me busy for the entire day. If I'm not focusing my mind on doing something then I'm going to have a mental break down from the PTSD," I continued, starting to struggle to keep myself together as I spoke about my PTSD and the ways I keep it under control. "And, before you ask, I'm not going to tell you what caused my PTSD in the first place."

Zeke must have noticed me struggling to keep it together because he pulled the topic away from me and towards himself by stating what job he wants and why. "I'm going to work in the control room, with mom," He explained, a small, gently smile, gracing his features. "She's already taught me how to use the controls since she could never find anyone to watch me when we were younger so I have an advantage when it comes to training."

Everyone smiled at him and the conversation drifted towards Lauren and Shauna and what jobs they would like to have. I began to drift away from the conversation and my mind began to wander, and if you know me, that's a bad thing to happen. I could feel a flashback threatening to take over every inch of my brain and elbowed Zeke to gain his attention. He looked at me and saw the glazed over, unnaturally unfocused look in my eyes that I always get before a flashback hits. Zeke said something to the gang before grabbing my wrist and gently pulling me out of the cafeteria and I was long gone by the time we got outside the room.

\Flashback: Begin/

I was running late to get home due to having a run in with a few factionless. They had stopped me, looking for food, and I had handed them the only food I had with me, a bag of dried apple slices. I had quickly bid goodbye after apologizing for not having anymore for them and left. As quickly as I could, I made my way down the street and towards Marcus' house. It isn't home to me, it hasn't been home since my mother died.

I quickly entered the house and right as I closed the door I was pinned against it by Marcus' meaty hands against my throat. "Where were you, you ungrateful brat!? You were supposed to make dinner before I got home!" He shouted spitting in my face and slamming my head against the door once again.

"I… ran into… s-some factionl-less…" I gasped through the tight pressure against my throat where Marcus held me.

He growled, called me a liar and lifted me up, stilling using my throat as a handhold. Marcus began walking towards the stairs and I knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going hang me over the stairs for a good solid ten minutes or even more and then he's gonna drop me and beat me and throw me into the closet.

And that's exactly what he did.

Marcus climbed up the steps and held me over the banister and tears threatened to spill as fear filled my every being. It felt like hours before he let go of my throat, but in reality, it was only about fifteen minutes. I collided with the solid, tile floor where I was just hanging above not too many minutes ago.

Before the beating could begin, everything was interrupted by the soft whisper of a familiar voice, "Six, come on Six, wake up, it's almost time to choose our jobs." The voice coxed and before the first whip could even come, all I could see was black.

\Flashback: End/

I slowly opened my eyes to see that Zeke had pulled me into his lap during my flashback and had been soothingly stroking his fingers through my hair and was rocking me back and forth. I softly smiled up at him and we slowly got up, making our way back into the cafeteria silently. We sat back down at our original table and gained curious looks from the gang but we ignored them.

For once in the many weeks I've been here, the Dauntless became completely quiet as Max stepped up to the stage with four other Dauntless leaders. "Okay, first things first, today our newest members will be choosing their jobs and getting their apartments, but before that begins, I would like to announce that Valerie is stepping down from leadership, but she will stay a leader until a new leader is trained." At the mention of their female leader stepping down from her position, there were many shouts of protest from the crowd as she was apparently one of the longest and most loved leaders in Dauntless.

Everyone silenced the minute Valerie shouted "Shut up!" and it reverberated around the room as she stepped forward, taking Max's place up front, "I am stepping down from my position because I feel that we need a new set of eyes with new ideas and we feel that this group of initiates will bring us some of the most interesting ideas to help us better our faction." The lady explained. Valerie had blond hair dipped in a metallic purple. She has a tall stature and was quite intimidating with her heterochromic yes; her left eye is a dark shade of blue and her right being a hazel color.

The Dauntless seemed to contemplate this new information and soon all of the Dauntless members were conceding with a nod. Valerie stepped back, allowing Max to take control of the proceedings. He called me up first and asked me what job I want.

Everyone was so shocked when I stated that I wanted three jobs and Max proceeded to ask me which ones that are. "Leadership, initiation instructor, and part-time tattoo artist," I listed.

The Dauntless began to cheer the minute it was announced that I wanted to be a leader and the cheering grew even louder when Max announced that I will be a leader, initiation instructor, and tattoo artist. The gang started to laugh and cheer when Max nodded with a smile taking over his features and Valerie wrote down my jobs with a pleased look in her eye as if she wanted me to take over her position in leadership and I began to wonder what training would be like. I moved over to one of the other leaders who was handing out keys to apartments. "Six, you'll have to go up to the leadership wing to get your apartment. You'll get to choose which one you want and then you'll get your key," the man stated.

I just nodded in agreement and stepped off the stage, weaving my way through the crowds of Dauntless who cheered and clapped me on the back because as of today I am a leader in training and someday in the future, I'll be their leader. I smiled at the Dauntless that I passed and laughed when I reached the gang. Zeke jumped me with a hug that I returned and soon after, Tori and Amar joined in. I suspect that the rest of the gang would join the hug, but they seem very wary of me, especially after witnessing how I was pulled into a flashback just by being lost in thought.

I let go of Zeke and Max called his name and he moved towards the stage, earning congratulatory pats on the back from the Dauntless around him. He stepped onto the stage and spoke with Max who then announced that Zeke will work in the control room and as an initiation instructor. I smiled and cheered for Zeke as he got a key to his apartment and stepped off the stage.

Zeke and I zoned out of the rest of the job choosing after learning that Lauren also wants to work in the shopping district and as an initiation instructor and we were pulled back into the conversation when Shauna stepped up and chose to work in the shopping district with Lauren and as a part-time tattoo artist.

Jobs + Apartments:

Six - Leader, Initiation Instructor, Part-time tattoo artist : No Roommate

Zeke - Control Room, Initiation Instructor : No Roommate

Lauren - Shopping District, Initiation Instructor : Roommate(s) - Shauna

Gabe - Compound Guard : Roommate(s) - Axel

Avery - City Patrol : Roommate(s) - Linx

Izzy - Shopping District : Roommate(s) - Alisa + Abigail

Linx - City Patrol : Roommate(s) - Avery

Jack - Compound Guard : Roommate(s) - Denis

Alisa - Compound Guard : Roommate(s) - Izzy + Anna

Abigail - Control Room, Compound Guard : Roommate(s) - Alisa + Izzy

Axel - City Patrol : Roommate(s) - Gabe

Denis - Control Room, Compound Guard : Roommate(s) - Jack

Shauna - Shopping District, Part-time tattoo artists : Roommate(s) - Lauren

Dylan - Entertainment Fighter : Roommate(s) - Michelle

Daine - Doctor : Roommate(s) - Mia

Mia - Doctor : Roommate(s) - Daine

Michelle - Fence Guard : Roommate(s) - Oscar, Anna + Grace

Grace - Fence Guard : Roommate(s) - Oscar, Michelle + Anna

Anna - Fence Guard : Roommate(s) - Michelle, Oscar + Grace

Oscar - Fence Guard : Roommate(s) - Michelle, Grace + Anna

As the job choosing came to an end, I turned towards Zeke and asked, "Wanna come with me to get my apartment?"

He nodded eagerly and I laughed. We said our goodbyes to the gang and got up, making our way to the leadership wing where we saw the leader that had been handing out apartments earlier. He was a middle-aged man with tan skin and blond hair pulled up into a ponytail, as well as freckles adorning his cheeks, and you'd most likely underestimate him in a fight if you didn't look into his hazel eyes and see a stern, yet dangerous gleam in his eyes telling you that he's much stronger than he looks. The leader motioned for us to follow him and we did.

As I looked through multiple apartments, I noticed that, unlike the normal apartments, these ones needed a handprint to get into, and I smiled at the precaution the leaders put in for themselves because who knows who will try to hurt a leader. It took a long time of searching before I settled on one apartment, and it just so happened to be the first one we had seen. The walls of the apartment were painted purely black, most likely due to the last residence, and the floors were the natural stone. It had an open floor plan, with walls only dividing the bathrooms, the bedrooms, an office of sorts, and a large, yet empty room. The minute you walk into the apartment it has this homey feel and the first thing you step into would be the living room. There was a couch big enough to hold three people with a few chairs on either side of it, all angled towards the flat-screen TV mounted to the wall. If you turn to the left then you'll see a large kitchen with granite countertops and wood cabinets that match with the black walls perfectly. There was also an island table with a few chairs around it. From the entrance to the apartment, if you look straight ahead you can see a spiral staircase at the back of the room, leading upstairs and if you look right then you can see a door leading into the bathroom. When you get upstairs you can see an open space, with a hallway long enough to run through. There were about three doors on the left side of the hallway and two on the other and through two of the doors you can find normal sized bedrooms and through another, you can find a bathroom, but through the last door you can find a master bedroom with an ensuite. The master bedroom was plain at the moment and only held a bed and bedside table, just like the rest of the rooms, but I know that when I can, I'll be making the space more like my own.

I smiled in amazement at the beauty of the apartment and told the leader who I now found out is Harrison, "This is the one." He smiled at me as if having known this would the apartment I would pick and I wouldn't be surprised. Harrison did whatever it is he had to do to get my handprint to open the door and then taught me how to do it so I did it to Zeke so that he could come into my apartment whenever he needs.

Zeke and I made our way back to Tori's apartment where my boxes lay and we used the key she had given me to enter just to see the gang chilling in her living room. I noticed that, during the job ceremony, the tension between Zeke and Shauna had died down and they began talking again, like old friends and I smiled as Zeke sat down next to her and they began talking as if they were never dating and were never heartbroken. I was startled out of my thoughts by a gentle hand being placed on my shoulder and I jumped slightly before turning around to see that it was just Amar, my fatherly figure.

"Did you find an apartment?" Was all he asked as we watched our friends, our family, interact with each other.

I nodded and smiled as I watched Uriah and Marlene. They both liked each other. It's obvious, but Uriah doesn't realize Marlene likes him and Marlene doesn't realize Uriah likes her. "Bet you fifteen points that by the time they're initiates, Uriah and Marlene will still be oblivious," I stated to Amar, noticing that he was watching the two as well.

He laughed, "I'm not taking a bet that I know I'll lose, Six." He stated as we continued to watch everyone.

We watched as Lynn interacted with Uriah and Marlene, her walls down around them, and we watched as Marlene, Shauna, and Lauren talked about fashion, and Zeke and Uriah talked about pranks and parties and Uriah and Marlene talk about parties and Dauntless cake and who knows what else. I was about to ask Amar something, but we were interrupted by Tori who came over to us and gave me a big hug.

I noticed the look in Amar's eyes as he watched Tori and there was only pure love in his gaze and I smiled because Tori looks at him the exact same. These two are oblivious, I thought to myself, but they're my oblivious family. I smiled at my two parental figures and then I noticed that Tori was dressed nicer than usual.

I looked at her quizzically, with one eyebrow raised and my head cocked to the side. With curiosity lacing each word I spoke, I asked, "Tori, why are you dressed up nicer than usual?"

"Well…~" She drawled, smiling slightly and cheeks tinted pink, "You know Bud, the guy who does the piercings?-" I nodded and she continued "-He asked me out on a date, and I didn't really know how to say no to him." Tori stated with excitement dancing in her eyes, but I couldn't see any love for him mixed into the excitement and I sighed, disappointed.

"Am I right to assume that you only accepted to go on this date so that you could get over your feelings for a certain someone?" I asked Tori, eyebrow-raising even more. I stared at her intently and when she began to shift in place I sighed and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards my room while ignoring her many protests. "You can't do this Tori, don't lead him on, it'll hurt you both in the end and you know I'm right," I stated, watching Tori's expression as she slowly realized what she was doing and growled at herself.

Tori sighed and facepalmed, "I'm such an idiot…" she kept mumbling to herself and I groaned because we were interrupted by a knock at the door and Amar shouting that Bud was here for Tori.

I looked at Tori and sighed, "Tori, during the date, you need to tell Bud how you feel and why you accepted the date. Not in the beginning, but not in the end, tell him when the time feels right." I advised before helping her fix her hair.

Tori was dressed in a casual, black crop-top and ripped jeans that hugged her legs perfectly. She had no makeup on and was going for the natural look. Her hair was down and flowed over her shoulders beautifully and if she moved her hair away from her back you could see her hawk tattoo from the open-back of the crop-top. Tori looked beautiful, and clearly, both Bud and Amar agreed when we stepped out of the room. I looked over at Bud who was dressed in some casual jeans and a slightly dressier shirt with some flowers in hand and smiled slightly but sighed when I noticed the look of envy in Amar's eyes as he eyed up Bud.

I nodded in greeting to Bud and looked over to Amar again, noticing that his hands were clenched into fists and sighed, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him away from the pair while waving goodbye to Tori with my other hand. She looked at me quizzically, but I ignored her as I left the room, dragging Amar behind me.

"You do realize that Tori does like you, right?" I asked the minute the door closed and I let go of Amar's ear.

He rubbed it, "That hurt Six," like a little child before realizing what I had asked. Amar's eyes widened, cheeks tinting pink, and he stuttered, "W-what are you t-talking about Six? I don't l-like Tori!"

I looked at him quizzically, raising my eyebrow slowly as he grew twitchier and twitchier, "I know you like her. She likes you too, she just thinks you like her like a sister, especially since you had dated her brother." I stated, stepping into a bit of unknown territory by mentioning Tori's brother.

"I thought she likes me as a brother because I dated hers…" Amar finally confessed and he looked at me and asked, "What do I do?"

I smiled, "First, you come up with a way to tell Tori you like her. You could just simply ask her out, she doesn't seem like the kind of girl to want anything extravagant." I stated, "Next you tell her you like her, and then you date. Don't worry about Bud, she was just using this date to quite possibly get over her feelings for you, but I already had a chat with her." I concluded with a smile.

Amar nodded with a wary, but a kind smile of his own and sat down, thinking. His eyes glazed over as his thoughts took over, and a kind and a gentle smile graced his features. I watched him for a moment and smiled before picking up my boxes and leaving. Zeke noticed me step out of the room with the boxes piled in my arms and quickly stood up, leaving his conversation with his brother to take two out of the three boxes off the stack. Uriah also stood up and followed Zeke, taking a box from him and leaving each of us to carry one of the three boxes filled with my stuff.

We all left the apartment, me in the middle of the two boys, and made our way to my apartment. It didn't take very long for us to get to my apartment and Uriah stood in the doorway for a few seconds gawking at the sheer size and luxury of it. Zeke and I laughed at his expression before I lead them up to the master bedroom, where I'll be sleeping. Uriah gawked for a little longer before placing the box he held onto the bed. I opened the boxes and picked up to of them, taking one into the bathroom after placing another in the far corner of the room, shouting at the boys to not touch the contents in it. I quickly put all my toiletries away and then stepped out, the empty box in hand. Looking around the room, I saw that Uriah had decided to go against my order and touched the box I left in the corner which was now on the floor. He had one of the many sketchpads that Tori had gotten me and was flipping through it. I threw the box I had in my hand at Uriah, causing him to yelp and drop the sketchbook.

The page the sketchbook was open to was an unfinished sketch of Tori, Amar, Zeke, and I. Tori was placed at the far right of the group with me to the left of her. Amar was drawn to the far left of the group and Zeke was to the right of him. I had drawn Tori with her tilted towards the left and her arms around my waist as I was tilted mid-way to the left. As for Amar, he was drawn tilted to the right with an arm slung across Zeke's shoulder. Zeke had been drawn tilted mid-way to the right and he had an arm wrapped around my waist. Everyone was drawn to look as if we were a mismatched family pulled together through strange circumstances and secrets that had been revealed, and that's exactly what we were. Amar is the father I never had and Tori is the mother I lost and Zeke's the brother I never had.

I walked over to Uriah, moving in short, quick strides and I grabbed my book, swiftly closing it and using it to slap Uriah atop the head, "I told you not to touch the box!" I yelled, glaring at Uriah who cowered back a little.

Zeke looked over at us and quickly stood up from where he was unpacking my clothes and made his way over. He silently grabbed my wrist and pushed me down on the bed and noticed that I was still glaring at Uriah with my sketchbook clenched in my hands. Zeke sighed and turned towards Uriah with a gentle, but stern look that told him he should have listened, "Uriah, bro, I know you get curious, but for fuck's sake, listen to Six next time. I'm closer to her than anyone else, and she hardly lets me even glance at her sketchbooks, let alone look at her drawings." Zeke scolded, "Be thankful she didn't kill you and only threw the box at you."

Uriah looked down for a second and then back up, slowly making his way over to me and it took everything in me not strangle him here and now. "I'm sorry for looking at your sketchbook Six. It's just, I went over there to just see what else was in that corner aside from the box and I accidentally knocked it over. The sketchbook fell out and opened to one of the most amazing drawings I've ever seen and I got really curious so I started to flip through… I'm really, really sorry, I won't do it again." Uriah apologized, his eyes and voice full of regret and apology and hopefulness and fear, but there was no trace of a lie mixed into anything he said.

I nodded in acknowledgment and I looked down, still clutching my sketchbook, but not saying anything. I felt the bed shift to the right of me and I could feel the ever familiar arms wrap around me and pull me into a hug. I relaxed into Zeke's arms as I took deep breaths to calm me down. "Apology accepted," I mumbled after a few minutes of silence. I felt slightly unstable and looked at Zeke, my eyes glazing over and he nodded, gently laying me down on the bed and pulling the covers over me. I could hear muffled talking as Zeke told Uriah that they're leaving and I slowly fell asleep, unaware that I still clutched my sketchbook tightly to my body.

A/N:

This surprisingly didn't take as long as I thought it would take me to write! WOOooo! Also, I'm sorry if I got certain things like the PTSD things wrong, I'm not sure exactly how to write about something like that, but I do know that everyone copes in different ways. For Six, she copes with her PTSD by always doing something and she wants to be able to do something productive so she's going to be a leader to help better Dauntless, and initiation instructor to train the new/future members. Six is also gonna be a Tattoo Artist because she loves drawing and all that, also because she'll be interacting with the members a lot and by being a Tattoo Artist it'll help her get to know the people and problems of Dauntless. Anywayyyyyy, hope you guys enjoyed, have a great day!