Disclaimer: You know, if I wanted to be a lawyer, maybe I'd get myself copyrighted and go to court just so I could learn about how the justice system works. Or I could just be a normal person and sign up for some classes through my school or google it or something, but the first option sounds more educational, doesn't it? Unfortunately, I have no desire to go into any sort of law, so that won't be happening. Divergent is owned by Veronica Roth, people!

A/N: I'm finally back! We're picking up right where we left off, so buckle up, and let's get right into it!

The first thing I notice is how soft they are; they feel tender unlike anything I've felt before. And yet, somehow, they still manage to make me feel like I'm burning.

I can't hear the Chasm, or the crowd; it's as though the rest of the world has fallen away, and I can't bring myself to care. It's just him and me.

I can feel his hands, slowly, cautiously sliding over my shoulders and onto my back, bringing me into an embrace. More embers follow the path of his hands, and, inadvertently, I sigh a little.

It's probably only a few seconds before he pulls back, but, somehow, it feels like an entire lifetime and only a nanosecond at the same time.

He smiles at me, and his smile holds the same softness his lips did. He keeps his arms around me in a loose hug, and I can smell the faint scent of apples, something I have come to associate with him.

I can feel my own mouth stretching into a matching grin in response. Did I really just do that?

Yes, I did.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by Rowan clearing his throat, presumably to speak. "I-"

"Well, it took you two long enough."

The new, but familiar, voice, makes us both jump, springing apart as fast as humanly possible. I can feel red creeping into my cheeks as I turn to look at the person who spoke.

It's Juniper.

But that's not the worst part.

Because my brother stands next to her, arms crossed, wearing a matching smirk on his face.

Scanning the area around them, I thank whatever higher power there is that they're the only two people I know here.

"Juniper." Stealing a glance at Rowan, I notice that his expression is just as flustered as I feel. "What- What are you doing here?"

His words only make her smirk grow. "I saw you two walking over here. I thought I'd see if you'd finally got your wits together and confessed. I have to say, I was surprised Cammi made the first move."

I'm burning again, but, this time, from embarrassment. I look at my brother, silently asking him the same question. I don't think I can ask out loud, for fear of developing a fever.

He shrugs. "I ran into Juniper. She said I'd probably like to know about whatever was going on. And she was right. You-" He directs his next words to Rowan, "-were pretty obvious when it came to Cam."

"I was?" Rowan's voice is unnaturally high-pitched. I stifle the urge to laugh at his facial expression.

"Yeah, you were."

"Wait." I interrupt, aiming my words at Tobias. "So, you're okay with… this?" I wave my hand awkwardly between Rowan and I.

Tobias' smile softens at the question, losing the smug edge that made it a smirk. "As long as you're happy, Cam, then yes. And I think you are." He glances at Rowan, before looking back at me. "I think I realized it before you did, but you've liked him for a while."

I didn't think it was possible for my face to get any warmer, but it does. I don't know what to do with that revelation.

"I thought you didn't want some Dauntless guy messing with your younger sister." I tease, using his words from my second night in Dauntless. The change in topic serves another purpose, as well; it keeps me from having to respond to his previous words.

Tobias laughs. "You're right, I still don't. But I trust you, Rowan." He expands the conversation to include him. "But that trust is going straight into the Chasm if you hurt her." Somehow, Tobias' gaze turns from amused to glaring in an instant. "Along with your body."

"To-Four!" I catch myself before I reveal his real name to Juniper, who stands off to the side, not bothering to hide her laughter. Traitor. "You don't have to threaten him."

"Just trying to protect you." He raises his hands in the universal 'I'm innocent' gesture. "That's what big brothers are for."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "It's bold of you to assume that if something were to ever happen, I wouldn't do that myself."

At this, Juniper loses it. Her already weak control over her laughter dissolves, and she nearly falls over in her near-hysteria. The light catches on the tears streaming down her cheeks.

I look back at Rowan, and, yet again, nearly start laughing myself as I see his face. He looks mildly disturbed, as he watches the exchange between Tobias and I.

Once he notices me looking, he straightens slightly. "Uh, yeah. I understand. The consequences, I mean. From both of you. Not that I ever plan on hurting her, Four. Ever."

Tobias nods. "Good to know." He looks like his usual solemn self again, but the amusement in his eyes gives the act away. I don't think Juniper or Rowan are able to detect it, though.

By this point, Juniper seems to have reined in her laughter, although her eyes are still scrunched up with mirth. "Well," she begins. "I'll be over with our friends, when - or if - you two lovebirds want to rejoin us."

I try to ignore her teasing. "Will you tell them?" I question.

Juniper rolls her eyes. "Of course. I have some cake to collect."

This sentence doesn't mean anything to me, but apparently it does to Rowan. "Wait." He points at Juniper. "You guys bet on us?"

"Just the twins and I. Figured the transfers deserved a bit more time with their cake. Like we said, you were really obvious."

I can't help it this time. I groan out loud, letting my eyes flutter shut. Because of course they would do that. They're Dauntless. I hear a chuckle from Tobias, and a sigh from Rowan.

I only keep my eyes closed for a couple seconds, but when I open them again, Tobias and Juniper are already gone.

I turn back to Rowan, who's still standing where he was a moment ago, thankfully, rubbing his face with his hand and looking about ready to jump over the Chasm himself. With one final glance around us - I don't want to go through something like that again - I step closer to him, until we're only about two feet apart.

Being from Abnegation, I never understood the need for closeness some couples, even in my birth faction, seemed to have, but, to some extent, I get it now.

He senses my movement, and drops the hand from his face, turning so that he's facing me instead of the crowd of Dauntless, into which my sibling and our friend disappeared.

For a moment, we just look at one another. The air between us still feels like it's humming with energy, and, briefly, I wonder how long it will feel like that. Not that I'm complaining.

"So," Rowan is the first to speak, suddenly looking a little nervous. "Do you want to go back to our friends?"

I quickly shake my head. "No. If Juniper tells them, we'll be bombarded by questions, and… I don't want to deal with that. Not right now."

He relaxes almost immediately. "You read my mind." And then, his face breaks into a grin. A mischievous grin. It lights up his whole face, making him look even more carefree. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

I smile at the recall to the question he asked earlier, the same one that brought us to the Chasm. "You'll have to be more specific than that if you want me to agree."

"Just for a walk around the compound."

I shrug. "Sure, why not?"

"Great." With that, he stretches his hand out to me, an invitation to take it. I don't hesitate in accepting it.

For the first few minutes of walking, we're both comfortably silent. I've found that that's one thing I like about Rowan; he doesn't have the need to fill silence with sound, unlike some of the other Dauntless. And I know what our manifesto says; silence certainly isn't useful, in many situations, but I believe noise can be useless as well, if it doesn't serve a purpose.

But one question nags at my brain, hounding me for an answer. When we approach the hallway leading to the transfer dorm, I find the courage to voice it.

"What are we, Rowan?"

He stops abruptly, turning his body so he faces me completely. "Huh?"

I can feel the blush that just died down a few minutes before coming back. We didn't discuss such things in Abnegation, especially not within Marcus' house, so the topic is new, unfamiliar, and slightly uncomfortable. "What is this? I- I care about you, Rowan, I really do. And we kissed. But- what's our relationship now?"

At this, Rowan smiles. "It can be whatever you want it to be, Cammi. I'd love to call you my girlfriend, but if you're not ready for that, I can wait. Just don't doubt the fact that I care about you, too. A lot."

His words, somehow, make me simultaneously feel warm and cold. It's heartwarming to know that he feels some semblance of what I feel for him, but it's also a bit terrifying. Because he cares, and nobody but Tobias - and, at one point, my mother - have really known me, some of the deepest parts of me, and cared. And they not only knew, they understood. I'm not sure how to navigate a relationship that goes deeper than friendship with Rowan, who knows, but will likely never truly understand the ways my past has broken me.

Saying that I want to wait would keep me from having to face that obstacle. It would allow me to get to know Rowan better before I commit to a relationship. It would give me time.

There's a part of me that yells at me to do just that. To wait. To sort things out within myself and between us before I commit to anything. And Rowan said he would understand.

But I would be waiting because I'm afraid of commitment, of the unknown. I would be letting my fear rule.

A Dauntless wouldn't do that.

We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions.

And I'm Dauntless now.

Besides, it doesn't have to be permanent, if we don't want it to be. We'd both be trying this out. We'd both be learning.

I allow my own smile to spread across my face. I've been quiet for a bit, lost in my thoughts, and Rowan waits for my verdict, idly fiddling with his fingers.

My decision makes me bold, and I move my head so I'm whispering into his ear. "I don't want to wait."

At this, Rowan's head snaps up from his fingers. His face looks so hopeful, and I find that I'm proud that I'm the one who put that expression on his face. "You mean…"

I throw my arms around him in a hug. It's another audacious move on my part. For a moment, he stands still, presumably out of surprise, but after that, his arms quickly engulf me, as well. His lips press into my hair, and I can feel the smile on them. It's all the confirmation we both need.

It's a few minutes before we separate. And even once we do, the silly grins remain on both of our faces. I don't think I could wipe mine off if I tried.

"So," Rowan laces his fingers with mine again and steps forward, picking up on our walk. "What job are you going to choose?"

I consider the question. To be honest, I haven't really thought about it. I'll have to now, though, because job choosing is tomorrow. "What are the options?"

This sends Rowan off on a spiel. Not that I mind; he actually has a lot of useful information on the jobs available. I never knew there were so many people involved in keeping Dauntless running; I've seen fence guards, tattoo artists, and an initiate trainer in person before, and Tobias has told me about his control room job. Additionally, there is weapons development and chasm maintenance, both of which are exactly what they sound like. I think I've seen rooms housing equipment for those before, while I was wandering around the compound.

Then, there's patrol teams, who go wherever they are needed in the city; apparently, other factions can request them. The remaining teams, according to Rowan, roam the edges of the factionless sector. They technically aren't allowed to roam in it, thanks to an ordinance passed about four years back, so they stay on the borders. I remember that legislation well - Marcus had been in a bad mood for days, because it was a difficult piece to pass, with all the pushback from the Dauntless.

There are also the Dauntless cooks, the employees of the shops in the Pit, positions to fight for entertainment, the compound maintenance staff, and a team of childcare employees for children from six months to six years old. And, since the Dauntless run their own infirmary to treat the myriad of Dauntless injuries, so as to not overwhelm the city's general hospital, the Dauntless allow some people to take positions as nurses, and even employ one or two doctors. It sounds more Erudite than Dauntless, but the reasoning behind it makes sense.

The dependence of Dauntless - and the entire city, in fact - on Erudite worries me. Amity couldn't do without Erudite's technology for growing plants, and Candor's investigations go a lot more smoothly with Erudite's tracking and scanning tools. And the Dauntless rely on Erudite in case of events with a large number of casualties, in which Erudite doctors would be called to Dauntless, as well as for new prototypes of weapons to produce. In fact, the only faction that doesn't seem to outwardly rely on Erudite is Abnegation, and even they benefit from the vaccines and similar things Erudite develops.

If Jeanine Matthews is really planning something, how many options will we have to stop her, without dooming the city in the process?

It's something I'll have to remember to mention to my brother. But, for now, I try pushing away the worry, and simply listen to Rowan as he continues detailing all the opportunities.

Of course, there are the big positions - leader and ambassador - as well. There's not always a leadership spot available after each initiation, though, so new members who want to pursue that path get put in a leadership training position, so they can take over the spot one day. And the ambassador team apparently always welcomes new ambassadors, since there aren't too many interested in the job.

It's only when Rowan finishes listing off the jobs available to the Dauntless that he seems to realize how much he's said. He flushes, an apology spilling out of his mouth. "Sorry about that. I tend to ramble sometimes."

I just laugh. It's strange, how this Dauntless-born, who's probably done dozens of bold, reckless things, is flustered by me, just an Abnegation transfer to Dauntless. After a few moments, he joins in with my laughter.

Of course, it's right at that moment that I feel one of the shoelaces on my combat boots pull taut under the weight of my other foot. The laces must have come undone, I realize, a nanosecond before I start falling.

A flash of alarm shoots down my spine, and my arms shoot outwards, flailing for balance. Thankfully, it's enough to stabilize myself, and I let out a breath in relief. Having to deal with a broken nose doesn't really sound appealing right now.

It takes me a moment to notice the hands, one with a tight grip on my arm and the other on my waist.

Looking up, I see that they belong to Rowan. Of course. His face hovers mere inches from my own - much closer than we were before - as he watches me closely.

Our positions trigger a memory, hiding in the back of my head - the night of capture the flag, when we stood similarly, him saving me from falling on my face then, too.

He apparently remembers this too, judging by the way he asks, amusement lacing his voice, "This feels familiar, doesn't it?"

I don't know what comes over me in the next second - all I know is that one moment, we're both watching each other, and he's asking me a question, and the next, we're kissing again.

I didn't think it was possible, but, somehow, it feels even better than the first time.

And, somehow, it finally hits me, right now, the reality of my situation.

I'm not factionless. I don't have to fight for survival anymore. I'm officially Dauntless.

I have my brother. I have so many amazing friends. I even acquired a boyfriend, somehow. And I get to keep them, keep this.

By tomorrow, I'll have a job and an apartment. I'll be able to go ziplining with the other Dauntless whenever I like. I have a future ahead of me, away from any hint of Abnegation gray. And I don't think I've ever been happier.

My life has just begun.

A/N: And that's that!

Firstly, the kiss happened! Two of them, in fact. And I hope that you all enjoyed it, since I'm a prude (and unashamed of it) and I couldn't bring myself to go into any more detail than that.

Also, I know that not all the jobs I listed were seen or mentioned in Divergent. Many were the result of brainstorming what other jobs Dauntless would need to be as self-sufficient as they are. In short, I'm further developing Veronica Roth's world, and I will continue to do so in the future, as I see fit. This is a FANFICTION, after all, and it's up to my interpretation.

Finally, I actually drew my inspiration for the chapter title, as well as the last line of the chapter, from Disney's Tangled. More specifically, from the song, "When Will My Life Begin?" I just love the idea of seeing the end of something (in this case, the end of Cammi's initiation, and, to some extent, the end of all the danger she was in, first under Marcus, and later in initiation) as a new beginning instead.

Tune in next time for some brother-sister bonding between Cammi and Tobias in the Chasm... potentially the last one! Who knows? Well... I do. Hopefully I'll get it out soon!

Todos ustedes estrellas son increible! Muchas gracias por leer!