I'm finally done with my second year of college so I'll have more time to update this. I'll try to update as regularly as possible. Anyways, here it is.

I do not own anything from Divergent.

"It seems like you have a tendency for injuring yourself." Jeanine finished the last stitch on Ramona's hand.

"It's actually a talent. I was probably the most accident prone Dauntless child. My mom was always hovering around me trying to stop me from getting hurt." Ramona smiled with a faraway look in her eyes.

"Do you miss them?"

Ramona nodded. "Of course I do, they're my parents. But this is my home now." She watched as Jeanine wrapped her hand with bandages.

"There, all done. Can you promise me you'll be careful with your hand?" She took Ramona's hand in her hands and lightly traced where the stitches were. "For me?"

Blue-brown eyes held gray ones. "I'll try, that's the best I can do. For you."

Jeanine stepped closer to Ramona still holding on to her hand. "That's all I ask." She let go of Ramona's hand and walked out of her private bathrooms. "Keep those bandages clean and dry Miss Mason. And I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Miss Matthews." Ramona left the room with a flutter in her stomach.

Jeanine pulled up a file and skimmed it over, the Prior children. Caleb had chosen Erudite while his sister had chosen Dauntless. His test looked normal but hers, hers were strangely average. Too normal.

She had chosen Ramona as a way to keep track of her and to figure out if the young girl was in fact divergent. So far everything was pointing towards that. She would just need to keep a better eye on her and that friend of hers, Hollis.

….

"So how did your second day as assistant to Jeanine Matthews go? Did she try to submit you to painful experimentations or heavily drug you for questioning?" Remy smirked as she made herself comfortable on Ramona's bed.

"Shut up. I've been there two days and I've already made an enemy. She hates me." Ramona rummaged through her drawers looking for pajamas.

"Who? Matthews? Because I doubt she hates you if she disregarded every kiss ass that had actually applied to being her assistant. I mean you purposefully avoided her for two years."

A balled up shirt bounced off Remy's head. "Haha. I wasn't talking about Miss Matthews, I was talking about Jane Smith. She thought she would be Miss Matthews' assistant but when she was told otherwise I thought she was about to kill me."

"Wait, Smith? Jane Smith?!" Remy let out a loud snort. "Jane Smith is the biggest kiss ass of them all. When we were in classes together before the choosing she would go on and on about how Matthews was the greatest thing that had ever happened to Erudite. You would think she walked on water the way Smith talked about her. It was rather sad."

"So you're telling me I not only have an enemy but she's also obsessed with my boss?" Ramona slid under the covers. "Cause this job is starting to look a bit dangerous. First I get eight stitches, then I tear three of those stitches so I have to get redone and now I have an obsessed secretary on my hands. That's great."

Remy quirked an eyebrow, a sly smile on her face. "Well if it makes you feel better you also have the smarted Erudite tending to your wounds. If I didn't know any better I would say that Matthews has a soft spot for you."

Before Ramona could reply Remy got up and left the room leaving her thinking about the gray eyed Erudite that she apparently had a soft spot for too.

…..

Tori Wu watched the young divergent with a heaviness in her heart that she hadn't felt since her brother. She had put herself in danger by hiding the truth and the young girl had ruined it all with stupid courage. Ramona had stuck out her neck too and if Jeanine ever found out that would be the end of Ramona, the young Dauntless divergent and her.

…..

She gripped the sheets tightly as she was brought closer and closer to her climax. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip.

Blue-brown eyes drank in the sight of her lover. Her hands squeezing sweaty thighs.

"Mmm… Mona." All movements ceased, there was no sound. Gray eyes opened to look into dark brown eyes that were watering quickly. "Jane."

Jeanine reached for the young woman's hand only to be rejected. "Mona? Ramona? Really, Jeanine?"

"I think it's best if you left Jane. I'll have my driver take you back to your home." Jeanine reached for the light switch.

"Don't bother, I'll walk." Jane pulled on the last bits of clothing she had and walked out of the room.

Jeanine dropped back on the mattress, her hair splaying out in all directions. She had royally screwed up and all thanks to Ramona. She had no idea how she could have moaned out her assistant's name when in bed with the secretary. Jane had been a welcome distraction from all the work she couldn't seem to escape.

Now even her sex life was being run by Ramona. Her head was throbbing from being denied release and now she didn't have Jane to help with that. Maybe it was time to have her young Dauntless born assistant move up to bed warmer.

The last thing her mind replayed was those infuriating blue-brown eyes staring at her while she came undone moaning and shaking.

So that's all I have so far. I'll keep working on it but I have a couple of doctor's appointments with some top-dog specialist so I might be a bit busy.