A/N: Has anyone ever met their idol and found themselves acting like a complete fool. It may not be the exact same thing but I had this happen to me. My FanFiction HERO Savanah Rose reviewed my story…yes my story! I will admit I never wanted her to read this story, having someone with such a great eye for detail tends to make even the bravest of us shake with fear. I'm still trying to process it to be perfectly honest, it's not easy writing for your hero and I'm sure a lot of people can relate to that. I will try to continue progressing the story as I have envisioned and hopefully make the followers and my idol proud while doing so:-D

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Divergent Collection. Those belong to Veronica Roth; I am simply borrowing some of her characters. Original characters belong to me. I will try to stay true to the original story as much as possible but I don't plan on staying canon...sorry.

Chapter 5

Not your enemy

I was already fully warmed up by the time the others made it to the training room for our early bird session. After that very graphic dream I couldn't find sleep again and decided the best place for me to be was somewhere with a punching bag. Sensing that I needed to let some steam off my friends gave me space and let me pummel the living daylights out of the bag. It felt reminiscent of the time we'd done the same for Tristan...that almost felt like a life time ago now. Had it really only been one week? Suddenly I felt much older than my years.

"Lilz" I jump at the sound of my name having zoned out I didn't even hear anyone approach. I really need to pay more attention, that's twice now.

With my hand over my heart I turn to see Cassidy standing there with an apologetic smile" Sorry Lilz, I just wanted to see if you were okay" she asked, her face clouded with Pity which causes my stomach to churn. I didn't like being on the receiving end of that look, it made me feel weak.

"I'm good Cassidy" I tell her wiping the sweat from my forehead; It was ploy to distract from her concern ridden face.

"Maybe you should try getting some more sleep Lilz. I say this with love girl, but you look horrible" She says teasingly, for what it's worth that actually made me perk up and crack a smile. "Go on, we'll wake you when it's time to train" She says a little more firmly sounding a lot like me.

"Okay...you don't mind" I ask unsure, I really didn't want to leave my friends in the lurch like this. The reason for these sessions were for me to train them, me leaving would defeat the purpose.

"We don't mind" she says stressing the WE. I don't know if I'll ever get used to people other than my family looking out for me, it took some getting used to. With a small smile I take Cassidy's advice and head toward our dorm.

Having time alone like this as I walked through the empty halls was usually spent thinking of how I could help my friends, or shifting through the holes of Dauntless which admittedly I've yet to find. Locating the control room right now wasn't really an option either. Aside from never really being alone other than walking to and from the dorm room and training room, initiates tended to stand out around the compound. It was like the members had an initiate radar locater attached to them. Anytime I would near a hall way that was "off limits" someone would stare me the other way. I didn't have much time left and I was nowhere near finding the person or person's that I was meant too. I couldn't even narrow down a list of potentials. Why couldn't my father have provided me with more information? Why be so vague? If I knew the why's of the mission then maybe I would be closer to it now.

"The only way to ensure the safety of our people is for the Divergent to be removed and taken to a safe place. You will need to locate the divergent with more than two traits; they are the most at risk"

I wish I questioned my father's words the day he told me this. I was just so young and trusted that what he was telling me was in the cities best interest. I didn't know the true reason of why just that it had to be done...For a former Erudite member I could really be quite dense at times.

"Why are you fighting me on this Tobias?

That sounded an awful lot like Tris. Silently I moved closer to inspect. My thoughts were confirmed when I spotted both Tris and Four huddled in the cave near the chasm.

"You saw what she did, if she were working with Eric don't you think she would have kept her mouth shut...She's about as suicidal as you were during your initiation" Four responds though he whispered that last line. Who were they talking about...back up did Tris just call Four Tobias?

"I'm not buying it; I think it's all a rouse. I saw them together whispering and then when I asked her about it she quite cleverly covered for him. Anyone willing to cover for Eric is either working for him or insanely naïve...and trust me Lilz is not naïve"

Did she just say...let me get this straight she thinks I'm working for Eric, that's why she's been giving me strange looks and What conversation is she referring to?

"It's not Eric's style to work with initiates Tris" Four states matter of factly.

"How do you...

Tris' words were cut off by the sound of my friends heading in our exact direction. Dammit. I ran out of sight of the others but mostly out of sight of Tris and Four, I was desperate to hear the rest of that conversation cursing my friends for the interruption. I was only glad that neither Tris nor Four knew my true intentions. Working for Eric was not exactly the reprieve I was hoping for but for what it's worth I'll take it.

"Are you going to be okay with Eric today?"

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind until Cassidy brought it to my attention I was too captivated by the conversation I'd overheard. "I'll have to face him sooner or later. Might as well be sooner right" I said sounding much too casual about it. Sure Eric still haunted my mind, but I had bigger issues to deal with right now and they came in the form of a small little package named Tris. I'd far underestimated her. She was much too observant, granted she had me pegged as a villain, she was still too close to finding out. My mission had been put on hold too long now. I needed to find the reason I was here and get out. I could risk it no more.

"I guess so. You know we're all here for you right" Cassidy says interrupting my internal thoughts again. I turn to smile at her. "Yeah Cass I know"

I would miss my friends when I left...No Lillian stop that, you know why you're here.

To my relief and surprise Eric was not the first person I saw as I entered the training room, due to the fact that he was not here. My face must have shown surprise because Tris smiled toward me, it wasn't the Abnegation smile I'd seen her use once before. This was a new smile, a smile that for all intense and purposes did not suite her sweet face and then I remembered it was because Tris was under the illusion that I was working for or with Eric. I knew in my heart that it was better than the truth but this still did not sit well with me.

"Eric will not be joining us today" Tris said. No explanation just straight to the point. It certainly did nothing to ease the churning in my stomach. The only conclusion I could come up with for his absence was that he was away plotting his revenge. The mere thought made me apprehensive.

"For the interim I will be overseeing all aspects of your training. For now I see no reason to distract from what you are currently doing. So with that being said everyone into their fighting positions? Anthony takes the bag. Cassidy you with Tristan, Maddison with Lilz" Tris said sternly. "Go!" She was certainly not to be taken at face value. You were a fool if you thought her to be weak; it was fast becoming more and more obvious over time that she was the very essence of Dauntless.

I tried to focus I really did, but my current state of mind was so wrapped up in the conversation I'd overheard that it earned me face plant into the mat...twice!

"Am I to assume you're enjoying being laid out initiate? I've seen more fight in factionless than what you have displayed here" Tris says coldly as she stands at the end of the mat. I take back every bad thing I've ever said about Eric because right now I think I would much rather be struck across the face by him than felt to feel the size of an ant by Tris. "Are you giving up? She continues in the same cold voice.

"No" my voice sounded as small as I felt.

"Then get up!" Her eyes held no remorse as she demanded I stand to fight. Why was it that I could go toe to toe with Eric a giant among other things and yet with Tris I could barely stand to speak up to her?

"Never give up Lilz" Maddison whispered lowly, reminding me of the very words I'd previously used on her. It was all the motivation I needed to stand and fight. Tris eventually moved on but I could still feel her scrutinizing eyes on me from time to time. Maybe she should have warned me of herself, she may be small but she packs a mighty punch.

"Whoa! What did you do to Tris?" Maddison asked as soon as Tris was out of earshot. At that moment I really wished I could tell her... tell anyone. I needed a release that didn't come in the form of a punching bag.

"I don't know Maddy...but I'm going find out" I told her truthfully. The only problem now was how?

The problem with having a mission during initiation was that you couldn't actually focus on the actual mission. Right now everything was just happening to fast, leaving no room for error.

Another week had passed and Eric was yet to return. I was still trying to decide if this was a good or bad thing. My imagination was getting away with me with thoughts of what he could possibly be planning to do to me. With no real explanation as to where he really was. It was almost as if he'd gone off the grid...I cringed when I realized that some part of me an extremely tiny part that is, was kind of missing him. I chopped it up to my strained relationship with Tris.

She had an innate ability to make people around her nervous none more so than myself. That one incident aside I had no luck catching her out again, and I tried more times than I care to admit. After all those years of training, none of it prepared me for Tris. There were times when her face read like an open book, she expressed every emotion clearly as if it were written on the pages and then she was the very contradiction of that. The only thing she did not mask well was her distain for all things Eric and those associated to him, myself included. Those expressions were burned into her eyes. Hell I wasn't even working for the guy but even I shied away from her in guilt.

"Eric is returning tomorrow, so as a treat for the past week I've decided that we won't be staying in today" Tris said addressing each of us. "Follow me and don't fall behind" With that being said she sprinted from the training room narrowly missing a knife being thrown from the Dauntless born while they practiced their target throwing with Four. What was more impressive is that she didn't even flinch as the knife skimmed past her face brushing a strand of her golden locks.

"Sweet Petunia!, did you see that!?" Maddison screeches. Why am I not surprised, Maddison always says the most random things at the most tense moments. It's her gift.

"I take it back. She's THE crazy stupid brave!" Anthony follows up "Sorry Lilz you've been outranked" he continues with an amused grin. But even I would agree to that.

In Dauntless there was no easing someone into something, they kind of just threw you in the deep end and expected you to keep up, if you kept up you were one step closer to making it. If you couldn't...well you didn't stay to find out, running through the streets of the city were no exception.

The high temperatures certainly didn't make it easy to keep up with Tris. My heart was pounding to the beat of my feet as I raced over the hard ground. Sweat beaded my forehead, causing my hair to cling to it, as my throat ached for air. My muscles stretched, pushed beyond their limit. Beside me my friends ran at a steady even pace, their breathing coming in and out at erratic intervals showing true signs of difficulty. To make matters worse Tris turned it up a notch running at speeds that were undeniably more difficult to maintain. She calls this a treat! The woman was MAD!

"Where are the guards!? Tris yelled out pushing her legs against the grind harder than before. There was no mistaking the urgency in her stride or the shrill sound of her voice as she bolted toward a scene we initiates were yet to see. As out of breath as we all were, we could all sense that something was seriously wrong.

We dug deep and pushed ourselves to catch up to Tris, rounding the corner near one of the many deserted old buildings. Three men the size of giants stood glaring at us blocking something or someone from our view. It was hard to say. Tris stood stark still poised to attack. We wasted no time flanking her sides waiting for her command, all tiredness forgotten.

"Dauntless scum!" one of the brutes growled as he crouched into a defensive position, exposing the bruised up battered boy behind him. Beside me I felt Tristan tense but there was no time to ask why.

"Leave the boy alone and you'll walk away unharmed" Tris said calmly, she showed no sign of fear as she stood before these monstrous men. They busted into fits of laughter eyes appraising her in slight amusement, and still Tris remained calm.

"Girl you have no business here! Leave now!" another brutish man commanded. He stood at the centre point of the three, gruesome and fierce. This had to be their leader.

"This city is my business. If you leave now no harm will come to any of you" Tris said, I was amazed at how she displayed such confidence and bravery in such a dangerous situation. Calm cool and collected was she right now.

The leaders' eyes showed no sign that he was going to co-operate. "You and what army girl" He scoffed, it was easy to understand why, even with the six of us standing here we had to have looked like a joke in comparison.

"You're looking at it" Tris answered unfazed by his comment. For a second I could have sworn I saw his eyes waver but it happened so fast that I couldn't be a hundred percent sure. For a few intense moments they stood eyes glancing at the bruised boy and back at Tris weighing up their options, as we waited for them to decide their fate.

"He aint worth it Mike" Another of them spoke up, tugging the back of the man's shirt urging him to move away. Tris saw her opportunity as his friend distracted him and slowly took a step forward, their leaders eyes snapped back instantly to her slanting his eyes at her in warning. She held her position raising her arms in a gesture to show she meant no harm. It reminded me of how someone would approach an animal, wary and to be taken with caution. Another tug to the leaders' shirt alerted their leader to their departure. A rumbling growl erupted from his lips when he realized that his friends would not be fighting us and very reluctantly he made his own departure, casting one final look at the beaten boy. There was no time to celebrate the moment. Tris shot forward to kneel at the injured boys' side cupping his head in her lap. "I need a bandage to stop the bleeding" Tris demanded, Tristan didn't hesitate, stripping his shirt from his body to wrap around the boys bleeding wound on his leg.

"I know him, his name is Hunter" Tristan said. "He didn't jump" Tristan continued.

"You mean he's the Candor boy who stayed on the train?" I asked, the memory of that day came rushing back. I still remembered the look on this poor boys face when he realized he'd be factionless. Now as I look down on him all I see is a malnourished young kid deprived of food.

"Yes. I shuddah...

"Tristan you can't blame yourself for this. No one could have forced him to jump" Tris piped up, her voice soothing almost hypnotic as she rocked Hunter softly stroking his hair.

"Pass me the water" Tris said to Anthony. He handed her one of the bottles he'd managed to bring along removing the cap for her in the process. There was something so familiar in her actions. "Come on Hunter you need to drink" She told him softly.

It was when Hunters lips connected to the plastic bottle that it started to make sense.

All the signs were there from day one. The way she ran the training sessions, so detailed and thorough, brave to the core standing her ground against hulking giants unfazed by their sized. A selfless act in its own right. I couldn't believe that all this time she'd been right in front of me under my very nose.

Tris was the reason I was here...she was the Divergent.

It was funny how much of a difference it made to me when I'd finally realized Tris was divergent. I was slightly intimidated by her because of her divergence. Some part of me wanted it to not be true, to never really have my father's mission confirmed and live my life with my friends as a reckless Dauntless member. Having found Tris was actually the easy part, making her trust me when she thought I was some type of power driven monkey ready to do Eric's bidding was going to be the tougher part of the mission. It would take a lot of convincing and persistence on my part and I wasn't sure if even then Tris would ever come around.

Max had granted Tris permission to bring Hunter into the Dauntless medical centre after putting up a convincing fight. He agreed when she mentioned that the factionless patrol team was missing from their post. We insisted on helping her take care of Hunter and although I knew she had distrust in me she agreed to let me help.

"Where's Cassidy?" Anthony asked as we gathered a tray of food for Hunter. "She was supposed to be here"

"Maybe she stayed back" I supplied, to be honest I hadn't taken notice...some friend I am. After everything Cassidy has done for me I completely missed the fact that she was supposed to be here with us.

"Oh!" Anthony said sounding disappointed, I didn't know what to say to my friend at that moment but I felt the need to comfort him...well as best I could. Placing my hand on his shoulder I rub a soothing hand on him. "Why don't you go look for her, I don't mind taking this alone" I told him, his eyes lit up and instead of an answered reply he just ran off leaving me with the tray and causing me to laugh at his eagerness.

When I returned to the infirmary no one was there so I placed the tray beside Hunters side table and taking a seat in the visitor's seat. It didn't feel right leaving him behind so I stayed until someone came back.

"You don't have to stay" I jumped with a yelp out of my seat, turning to see Tris standing behind me now freshly showered after the day's events. "I don't mind" I told her truthfully holding her gaze, this time I refused to let my eyes fall from hers. It was obvious that neither one of us were about to back down, so I needed to tell her now or at least give myself a chance to let her know I was not the evil girl she had me pegged for. Standing slowly I stood before her a nervous wreck on the inside but brave (I hope) on the outside.

"I am not your enemy here Tris" I told her, I didn't stick around to hear her reply instead I left her with that statement and strode from the room confidently. Either I just made the situation worse or I helped open up the lines of communication between us. Either way it was a bold move that now left the ball in her court.

Eric stood in the same position he always occupied previous to his recent absence. His eyes blazing as he looked down the line of both groups of initiates. He'd called everyone to training room for an impromptu meeting. No one not even Four or Tris knew what was going on. My eyes despite themselves soaked in the sight of him, committing to memory the way he looked now. For in a few weeks should everything go to plan I would not see this man again. My heart tugged at the thought which I quickly shut down.

"For the past week the other leaders and I have been discussing a few changes that will be made effective immediately to your training groups" Eric says sounding bored. Nice to see some things don't change. "First off there are no groups, today you will all be one group. No more Dauntless born, No more transfers, you'll train together and fight for position as one. Secondly girls and boys will be separated out from the dorms how you decided that is up to you. And lastly after this week is up one person will be cut from the program" He tells us, so this is what he'd been doing this past week. With the line in sight training against the others was going to get a lot tougher. The games were over and after witnessing Hunters dreadful life to the factionless I'm sure none of my friends would let themselves become the same.

"Rankings will be posted every hour, because every hour you will be fighting for position. Here are your current rankings" Eric says revealing a remote in his hand, he presses the button and one by one our names are displayed

1. Logan

2. Jordan

3. Jared

4. Anthony

5. Lilz

6. Peyton

7. Troy

8. Tristan

9. Heath

10. Maddison

11. Hails

12. Trent

13. Ethan

14. Zoey

15. Colby

16. Olivia

17. Cassidy

18. Grea

19. Mitchy

"If you beat a higher ranked initiate you gain two points, however if you lose to a lower ranked initiate you lose three points. Fights will be scored on knock outs only, if neither of the opponents can a achieve this then both will lose two points. Target practice. Each ring is marked with points, the highest point scorer for the lesson will be the only initiate to receive points the rest remain the same" Eric says wrapping up. His eyes move to Jordan and then back to me. It was obvious now why he was doing this. Eric didn't just merge us together for our benefit of progressing faster. He brought us together to enact his revenge.

"First up Lilz and..." I waited for Eric to call out Jordan's name, he acted as if he were really giving it some real thought as he perused the line of the others. He really did know how to build the suspense, even with just a name call. His eyes stopped, slowly allowing his smug smirk to take place as his eyes landed on the last person I thought he'd have me fight. Eric really was paying me back.

"Logan, you're up"

Why have me fight Jordan, no one gets hurt by a fight between he and I. No feelings involved no emotions just raw heated fist for fist fighting. I couldn't do that to Logan, not only did I not want to I knew the struggle for him was worse.

Eric found my weakness...my friends.

A/N: The last part of this doesn't really flow with the whole chapter as a whole with finding Tris and the rest, but I wanted it to open into the next chapter. Don't hate me for making Tris a little more Meany, she's still my favorite character too. I just had to show you why she didn't click with Lilz. Her mistrust for Eric was a result of her wariness for Lilz. Lilz thinks Eric's cruel but she just views him as militant she has no idea what she's really in for.

I hope this was okay, if not don't hesitate to say so.