Hi! This is my first Divergent fic. I'm planning on it being like a series of one-shots about Tris and Tobias. It's set in an Alternate Universe where they already know each other. Two things are different. is 4 years older than Tris. He had his Choosing this year and chose Erudite. 2. Everybody goes to the choosing ceremony, even people who aren't yet 16.

Uggghhhh. My head hurts. I can't concentrate on the lesson that is being taught right now. I must look quite bad, because Miss Petunia asks me, "Beatrice, are you feeling okay?"

That's my name. Beatrice Prior and Miss Petunia is the teacher of the children from 11-14 (I'm 12.). Anyway, I think about what to tell her. If I tell her I'm sick, that won't sound very selfless. That's what I'm meant to be, because I'm in Abnegation. I decide to just keep it in until the end of school, in two sessions. I manage a smile and say, "Yes, thank you. I feel just fine."

All the thinking has made my head hurt even more, and now I feel as if all I want to do is to put my head on my school desk and go to sleep. Suddenly, my sight blurs, turning black at the edges. I reach out a hand to tell someone what's going on, but it's too late. My entire sight goes black, and my head slumps on the desk.

When I come to, someone is dabbing a wet towel with cold water on my face. I open my eyes groggily, and see that I am in the nurse's office lying on the spare be there. My head is still hurting. I look for the nurse, but strangely she's not there.

The person with the towel is a boy with the standard close cropped hair, and beautiful blue eyes. I recognize him as the person who sits next to me in class. Tobias. I had never talked to him, but knew him by sight. He's two years older than me, 14. I am about to speak, but he beats me to it. "You're awake."

I sit up and nod. "Yeah. But why are you here, and where is the nurse?"

He shakes his head. "The nurse said that you have to lie down or you'll faint again."

I cross my arms and say, "I won't lie down again until you tell me. And I didn't faint, I went…"I pause for a second while I think of the word, "nonconscious." I say firmly.

Tobias snorts. "It's unconscious and you won't find out until you lie down."

I glare at him, sticking my face out saying, "Is not!"

He does the same saying, "Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

I jerk my head back, suddenly realising that our faces were only an inch apart. Apparently he does too, because his face is red. But now that we've stopped, I realize that the pain in my head has increased, a pounding now, just like it was when I last fain-sorry, went nonconcious.

I clutch my pillow and lie down as my vision starts blurring slightly again. Tobias realises what is happening and picks up the towel and starts wiping my face. I calm down. Soon the pounding stops and I sit up saying, "I'm fine now."

"You sure?" I look at him, and his eyes are so full of concern that I feel like blushing. I nod. He looks down and says, "I'm sorry I made you go … nonconcious."

I shake my head. "It's not your fault. It's this splitting headache."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he says, "You still have to lie down you know." We both laugh.

I do as he says and lie down. "Tobias," I pause. "It is Tobias, right?"

He nods. "And you are Beatrice."

I nod and continue, "So Tobias, can you answer my questions now?"

He sits down next to me and gives me the full story: After I went nonconcious, the teacher called the nurse. Tobias was sitting next to me, so he helped carry to the nurse's office.(at that part I blushed a little)When we got here, the nurse left to get some medicine that she didn't keep here. She instructed Tobias to stay here and dab the water on my face until I woke up.(at that part he blushed a little)

After he told me, we spent the few minutes until the nurse came just talking. Tobias is really sweet and funny, but I somehow feel as if he's hiding something. Before I could try to figure out what it was, the nurse came back holding a black box.

"I'm sorry it took me so long. How do you feel, Miss Prior?" She asked.

"Still pretty bad." I admitted.

She did a couple of medical stuff, like checking my temperature. When she read it, her eyebrows went straight up. She showed it to me (it was really high) and asked, "Did you feel sick in the morning?"

"Just a little, but my mother checked my temperature and it was much lower then."

She nodded, and said, "I'm going to give you an injection. Then you'll feel alright again."

My eyes widened. I HATE injections. They really scare me. I shake my head.

The nurse looks at me sympathetically. "Are you scared?" I nod. "Why don't you bring one of your friends to hold your hand?"

"I don't have any friends."

Tobias surprises me by speaking up, "I'll do it." I look at him gratefully and he smiles. The nurse has the needle ready and wipes a patch of my arm with a cotton swab. I hold Tobias' hand tight and look away. I feel a sharp stab of pain and hold Tobias' hand even tighter. She takes the needle out and puts a plaster on it. At that moment the bell for the end of school goes.

I look back, release Tobias' hand, and breathe a sigh of relief that makes him laugh.

The nurse says, "You'll be fine, but you need some bed rest. You need to go home now, but you'll feel quite dizzy for a few minutes so you can't go alone."

Once again, Tobias surprises me. "I'll drop her back home." We get up, and I understand immediately why the nurse said I needed someone to help me. I almost fall down but Tobias steadies me. My legs feel numb, as if they aren't even mine.

We walk slowly, me leaning on Tobias. When we get to the main entrance he sits me down on a bench and goes to get our bags from the classroom. The entrance is nothing special, decorated only when absolutely necessary. Soon, Tobias appears with our bags.

We walk home slowly, me stumbling a bit. We talk about all kinds of things, including personal stuff. Tobias will answer any question except one about his family. This puzzles me, but I know better than to prod.

When we reach my house, I'm feeling loads better and can walk by myself. He escorts me to my front door. I wave at him until he turns the corner, and I close the door. I think I just made a new friend.