So I was reading Divergent again and just had this idea and it refused to leave my mind, so I wrote it. The fic I wanted to write first (the police AU thing) is coming out really boring, so I'm gonna put it on hold until I finish with this one and maybe then I can make something out of it.

Anyway - I need a beta who will check my grammar and tell me if my fic is boring and stuff, so if you want to be my beta contact me! Meanwhile, feel free to let me know if you find mistakes in my English.

This fic is a canon AU, in which Tris and Tobias knew each other when Tobias was still in Abnegation.

Enjoy!

Title: Secrets That We Share

Rating: T (M overall)

Word count for this part: 2,194

Summary: Beatrice Prior chooses Dauntless over Abnegation and leaves her family behind. What she finds in the Dauntless headquarters is more than a new faction and new people.

Secrets That We Share

Prologue: REBELLIOUSNESS

He finds me at school the day before his aptitude test, asking me to skip the rest of my classes that day and sneak away with him. I only look around to see no one is watching and agree.

We leave school ground and find an abandoned alley. He sits down and, taking my hand in his, pulls me down towards him. I laugh as I lose balance and find myself sitting in his lap.

For a few quiet minutes we just sit there without saying a word. Then he kisses me, a couple of chaste kisses that soon turn into a deep and passionate one. His tongue darts out of his mouth to follow the line of my lips and finds mine as I part them for him.

We break the kiss, both of us gasping for air. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against his. If someone saw us like that they'd find it a very strange sight: two teenagers in gray Abnegation clothes having a moment of intimacy. I open my eyes and find myself staring into depths of dark blue eyes.

I wonder when we have fallen in love with each other. Our small act of rebelliousness – against the Abnegation ideals we both didn't agree with, against the strict rules – has turned into something much more. Somehow, we fell in love along the way.

"I need you," he whispers, his breaths hot against my face, sending shivers down my spine.

I take my head back, startled, and divert my eyes from his. "What?"

He looks down, bright pink begins to color his face. But when he looks up again and finds my eyes he is confident and decisive. "I need you, Beatrice. I want you. Please."

I swallow and bite my lips. "Where?" I ask quietly, surprising even myself. We touch and we kiss but we never do more than that. As much as I like being with him, having more terrifies me.

"My father…" He takes a deep breath and starts again. "My father will be late tonight. He is helping with the organizations for the ceremony."

I understand the meaning behind those words. We can go to his house, to be in his room, and his father won't know. My parents will not know. No one will. We have a place, we have the time, and he is willing to do it. All we need is my consent.

I nod. "Okay."

He smiles. "I love you, Beatrice Prior."

I lean forward to kiss him again. "I love you too, Tobias Eaton."

~8~

We take the bus to his house because at this time of the day there are no people from Abnegation on it. Everyone is either at work or at school. We get off two streets away from there just in case and make sure no one sees us as we enter his house.

I've been here before, once, when I was very young and his mother was still alive. My father came here to talk to Marcus about something, and he took me with him. His mother played with the both of us outside while our fathers talked inside.

The house is small and built just like my own: a small corridor leading to the living room and the kitchen, a door opening to a little bathroom and another one hiding the stairs we climb to reach his bedroom.

Tobias' room has only practical things in it: a small bed with gray sheets, a closet for the few clothes he has and a desk with schoolbooks neatly piled next to another pile of some notebooks. Gray curtains cover the window, hiding us from the rest of the world.

We stand in the middle of his room in an awkward silence. Being Abnegation, we know the basic lines of what should come, but we don't know exactly how to do it. No one ever talks about it in our faction, and I find myself wondering how older people learn to do it. Are they having awkward time like we have before they finally understand?

"So…" Tobias says, flailing his hands in embarrassment. "I think we should… you know… take our clothes off." He isn't looking at me, staring in his feel instead.

"Yeah."

He looks up. "You want me to do it first?"

I feel my face getting hotter by the moment. "I think we should do it together."

He nods, and then he turns himself so he is right in front of me. Taking a step closer, he lays his hands on my hips and kisses me. The familiar feeling of his lips and his hands relaxes me, as I'm sure it's doing to him, and I lean into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and moan as he bites my lower lip.

His hands leave my waist as he starts unbuttoning my gray robe. I bring one hand between us to help him and then I take it off and we do the same with his. We kiss again, trying to find that reassuring feeling of heat and comfort. His hands make their way down my shoulders and hips until he slips them beneath the hems of my shirt. I quiver with fear and stress but raise my hands so he can take it off.

Once it's off I cover myself with my hands. He looks me in the eyes, not taking his eyes off mine to look at my body. "Beatrice, can I look at you?"

I blush even more but nod my agreement, and he takes a step back and looks at my body. My arms are still covering my bra and I don't look at him. I already feel naked.

"You're beautiful," he says, reaching his hands and taking mine in his. He moves them away and looks at me, smiling. "You're so beautiful."

~8~

I have promised him to be in the ceremony, but my parents don't think I should go since I shouldn't know anyone from this age and have no logical reason to be there. And I can't tell them they're wrong.

Before his aptitude test I ask him if he's worried. If it was me I would be, but he shakes his head and says he don't care what the results are, he knows what he should do. I smile and wish him good luck. Seeing no one is around, I kiss him quickly and we part, me going inside the dining room and finding my brother and him waiting a few minutes to walk in after me.

We don't sit at the same table, but I glance at him whenever I have the chance. He seems to be much calmer than the rest who sit in his table. His name starts with "E" so he is being called not far from the beginning, and I'm glad for it because I want to be here when he walks out. He looks at me for a moment when he stands up and I smile at him.

I stay focused on the door until I feel Caleb nudging me. "Beatrice," he says.

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

I sigh and turn to look at him, smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But then Tobias comes back into the room. He is pale and isn't looking calm anymore. I try to catch his eyes, but he doesn't look in my direction as he leaves the place.

~8~

I convince Caleb to cover for me the day later so I can go to the ceremony.

"What will I say?" he asks, desperate.

I flail my hands. "I don't know! Say I am helping some Dauntless girl who broke her leg jumping from the train or something!"

"Why do you want to go anyway?"

"I just want. Please, Caleb," I add when I realize I don't need him to be angry with me for not being nice.

He agrees.

~8~

I make my way up the stairs between tens of Abnegation members. Tobias is a few steps ahead, looking stressed and… scared.

When we arrive to the floor of the ceremony I quickly make my way towards him, and before we part our ways I squeeze his hand. There are too many people around us to notice it.

He looks in my eyes and says without a voice, I love you.

I smile warmly and do the same.

It is the first time I attend the Choosing Ceremony, so I follow the other people from Abnegation and sit between them. I find Tobias standing between the others from his group of age, waiting to be called forward and choose their faction.

I turn to look at the center of the room. Five metal bowls are lined up one next to another, each one containing something else. I realize each bowl represents a different faction, and I match them with the symbols for each one: the earth must be for Amity and the lit coals for Dauntless. The glass and water make me think for a moment before I match glass with Candor and water with Erudite. The gray stones are definitely for Abnegation.

A woman in a red Amity jeans and a yellow sweater walks inside. I recognize her as Johanna Reyes, mostly because of the famous scar she has on her face, going all the way from her eye to her chin. It is Amity's turn to organize the ceremony.

Johanna raises her hands with a smile and everyone turns quiet. "Welcome," she says, her voice loud and clear, "to the Annual Choosing Ceremony!" A few people clap politely and she continues. "Every year, our sixteen-years-old boys and girls must choose their way of life: they choose what kind of people they are.

"The factions we live in help us keep order and peace. Everyone has the chance to live by the principles they believe in. Those who believe in giving without limits choose to live among the modest Abnegation, to give from themselves to those who need it. Those who seek knowledge and wish to always learn go to the clever Erudite. If honesty is what you search for, if you want to live your life surrounded only by truth, Candor is the right place for you. Amity welcomes everyone who desires peace more than anything else. And those who are brave and fearless choose to spend the rest of their lives in the Dauntless faction.

"Each faction gives something important to this city, and we cannot exist without counting on one another." She fixes her eyes on those waiting to choose and smiles warmly. "Fear not of choosing wrong, but do not choose without thinking. Take the minutes you have left before you're being called to think about yourselves: who are you? What do you believe? Where do you want to live and what do you want to do with your life?

"Choose wisely."

She finishes and the people in the crowd clap. I join them as I find Tobias again.

"When I call your name, step forward and take this knife." She raises a knife above her head so everyone can see. "Make a cut in your hand and let your blood drop into the bowl representing the faction you choose.

"Susan Zane."

A short girl with brown hair and scared face wearing Candor's black and white clothes steps forward. She flinches as she cuts herself and then she chooses Candor. She's staying with her family. She gives the knife back to Johanna and goes to stand behind the Candor seats.

"Michael Yale."

A boy I know from Abnegation takes the knife. He looks calm as he cuts himself and joins Abnegation. I clap with a smile on my face as he makes his way to stand behind us.

Johanna keeps calling names according to the family names in a reversed alphabetical order. Tobias will be one of the lasts.

The first one to transfer to a different faction is Mathew Scott. He is a small boy from Amity who looks as if he just might faint when he chooses Candor. I hear a woman cries – probably his mother – as he joins his new faction.

The line is getting shorter and shorter. No one from Abnegation leaves the faction, but no one joins us either, until Zoe Foster from Dauntless surprises everyone and lets her blood drop on the gray stones.

Only three more are being called before Tobias. Two of them are guys who join their original factions – Amity and Erudite – and the third is a Candor girl who transfers to Amity.

"Tobias Eaton," Johanna's clear voice announces.

Tobias makes his way towards her and takes the knife. He looks at us as he cuts himself, and for a moment his eyes find mine. I smile, waiting for him to choose Abnegation and join us again.

He reaches his hand.

His blood drops on the lit coals.

He chose Dauntless. He's leaving.

I want the world to swallow me. Tears run down my cheeks and I don't care if anyone sees me. Tobias looks at me again, his eyes begging me to forgive him, but I look away. He is leaving.