Chapter 1: First Jumper

Author's note: First fanfic about a what would happen if the years were switched. If Tris got trained first and was Tobias' trainer. Please review.

Tris Point Of View

"Tris what are you doing? Why didn't you go to the choosing ceremony?" Christina asked. I continued to punch and kick the bag. Right punch, then left, side kick, round house kick, upper cut, block. Punch right left, right. I don't answer her question unsure of the answer. I steady the bag with my hands and shrug.

"You ready for another group of initiates this year?" I ask not really caring about the answer. Christina maybe my best friend but she talks endlessly about everything, she looks like a little school girl jumping up and down and giggling.

"Yes! Oh! My! God! I plan to put the fear of God into those dauntless borns. Thank you so much for doing transfers this year," she says excitedly. I just nod. I trained the transfers last year they were not that bad and they're easier to break. Again I just nod.

"No problem Amity," I joke. She scowls at me and I glare back our staring contest doesn't even last a minute, I win. She pulls out her cell phone and takes a picture of my face and I scowl more. She shows me the picture and I laugh.

"You'll never get a guy looking like that," she says upset. Over my two years at dauntless she's been trying to set me up with a number of random guys on her number of double dates. She ends up having a great time but I just sit there awkwardly. I punch the bag again splitting open my knuckles threw the tape. I pull at the tape off my hand and put the bag away. "We're going to be late, it's almost six. The initiates are going to be on the roof by now!" She drags my arm as we move towards the net. She moves toward the front and Lauren stands waiting for us.

"You need to know when to stop hitting the bag Six," she said smiling.

"Six?" Christina asked. I nod.

"I'm training transfers alone this year; Six is more intimidating than Tris," I say simply. They nod as a dark figure approaches the edge of the ledge ready to jump, it looks like their a medium size male, wearing dark clothes, either Erudite or Dauntless born. They move jumping into the air and landing on his back. He's dressed in all grey the abnegation colour. A Stiff? Jumped first that hasn't happened since me and I was the first ever. "Name?" I asked and he looks at me confused. "Think about it you don't get to pick again." he shrugs and I help him out of the net. "Stiff I guess," he shrugs. I never liked it and it won't do well for him to be called it here he needs to forget his former fraction. "First jumper the Stiff," I here Chris call me behind him. Everyone cheers, but some look at him confused or angry at him keeping his old factions nickname. The next jumper is a Dauntless born Zeke; Uriah's little brother who hits on me as a joke I hope. I smack his head for good measure. Then an Erudite boy who I already hate. The rest down particularly stand out. When they are all down there are eight transfers and ten Dauntless born.

Transfers in order of jumpers

1. Stiff -Abnegation

3. Eric- Erudite

7. Sunshine-Amity

8. Truth-Candor-Changed her name to Ruth

10. Elijah-Candor

12. Caroline-Erudite

17. Greyson-Amity

18. Quin-Erudite

Dauntless Born in order of jumpers

2. Zeke

4. Shauna

5. Hunter

6. Arrow

9. Sparrow

11. Phoenix

13. Rebel

14. Dare

15. Nina

16. Damon

I walk to the front of the group glad to see that many of their eyes are on me playing attention to me. Uriah come running up and I sigh. He whispers into Chris' ear. "Son of a bitch" she yelled. She stomped off angrily. Uriah stepped into to fill her place and I got the message.

"Initiates my name is Six I work as a dauntless leader but for the next few weeks I'll be training the transfers. This is Lauren and Uriah will train the Dauntless born if there are no questions we can start."

"Why are you named after a number?" I walk over to tell him to shut his stupid Erudite face when Uriah beats me to it.

"Six has six fears. She currently hold the record of fewest fears," he smiles at her.

"I fail to see how that matters to you initiate," I snap. No one else speaks, "Dauntless borns you will leave with Uriah and Lauren. I'm assuming you don't need a tour. They run out of the room following Lauren.

"Pick it up you pansycakes!" Uriah screams.

"Transfers follow me," I yell. "This is the Pit," they look around amazed. "After training or if you manage to find any free time you can spend it here or in the dorms." They follow me to the chasm. "This separates the brave from the stupid. One of you will jump and if you jump you will die." The other leader have a pool on who will jump it will be the transfers but who. Peter says Stiff, Max says Sunshine. I refused to partake in it. Now I currently hope its Eric. We walk to the training room, and start the speech on how the training starts. "Initiation is made up of three stages, the first physical, the second emotional, the last mental." I stop when Eric's hand shoots up. I race my eyebrow at him.

"Whens the next trainer get here?" he asked curiously.

"What?" I wasn't prepared for that.

"The male trainer to teach us how to fight?" he repeats.

"Initiate, I ranked first in my year, am a dauntless leader and last year the initiates i trained ranked ranked first second and third beating all of the dauntless born in there year," I growl. "If you don't want to be trained by me then be factionless. I don't really care," I glance at the rest, "you are dismissed for dinner." They all move out except the Stiff. "What do you want Stiff?"

"I was wondering if I could use the punching bag and just kind of practise?" he asks scared.

"Sure Stiff, or should I say Mr. Eaton," I instantly regret using his name as he flinches like I slapped him. "It's okay I wont tell anyone," I say quickly unsure why.

"Were you at the choosing ceremony?" he asks quietly. I shake my head no.

"You probably don't remember me but I baby sat a young Tobias Eaton when we lived in Abnegation I went by the name Beatris." I say. He looks at my face as if struggling to remember something. "I wont tell yours if you don't tell mine."

He nods in agreement. "Follow me" I say he walks quickly behind.