What if Tris played it safe and chose Abnegation not Dauntless? Meet Olivia. She was born and raised in Candor but she always knew she would pick Dauntless at the ceremony. However, she didn't know that a certain Dauntless leader would catch her eye.

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I have read the books and seen the movie so this fanfic will be a mixture of both worlds. However it has been a while since I've read the books so forgive me if something feels weird or out of place. Leave a comment if I did get something wrong and I'll be happy to make changes.

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For me, the moments leading up to my aptitude test were quite peaceful compared to some of the other student's. I was sure of my results so there was no reason to worry. Since I was a little girl I was always so adventurous, climbing, running. I knew it, my parents knew it, and even my friends knew it. I was going to chose Dauntless.

My friends and I were sitting together waiting for our names to be called. Most of them were silent with anticipation. The aptitude test was to determine which faction we belonged to and for some, they would be told to leave everything they knew for something else. They would have to leave their families, their home, their comfort. This was one of the most stressful times in our lives. It almost felt silly to have to make such an important decision when we were so young.

I turned my head to look at the different people sitting around. I always had a guessing game going on in my head about who I thought would end up where. Micheal was easily one of the smartest candor in our class and I had a feeling he would chose erudite. I never saw him with out a book. The girl who lived across the street from me, Sara, wasn't due for her transfer until next year but I had a feeling she would choose amity. She was always so nice and smiled at everyone. There was rarely any transfers to abnegation but I think Alex will be one of them this year. He would often help tutor me when I felt I was falling behind in class. I could see him now offering his seat to a poor girl who looked as if she were going to be sick. I smiled a little at him. Yeah I'm almost positive of it.

"Hey Olivia!" I heard a voice call. I was stunned out of my thoughts and swiveled around in my seat to see peter jogging up to me.

"Hey! Where have you been?" I ask him. I hadn't seen him yet today and I was starting to wonder if he was going to skip his test.

"So I was confronting some stiffs out front. Did you see that article about how they're controlling the food and saving some on the side for themselves?" I rolled my eyes and he sat down.

"Peter, they couldn't be that selfish no more than my father could tell a lie."

He leaned in closer and hushed his voice. "Yeah but these reports I've been reading say that-"

"Those reports have zero proof. It's all speculation." I told him. This time his eyes were the ones to roll. "I have to tell I feel like something fishing is going on with erudite." I could feel the unrest stirring in the city and it wasn't just because it was transfer season. Erudite had become more aggressive in their attacks against abnegation. I know they're all about knowledge but I don't think anybody's really taken in to account they could be lying. They're no candor.

He scoffed. "I doubt it. Erudite is all about sharing knowledge. I'm sure they just want us to know what's actually going on." Peter seemed to trust them for whatever reason. Maybe he was just looking for something to focus himself on other than the aptitude test.

"Yeah," I whisper lowly not wanting to argue with him. I didn't have the energy to do so. "Have you taken your test yet?" I ask instead.

"Not yet. I think I still have a while before I do so." Peter's eyebrow knitted together in thought. Peter definitely seemed fit for candor, but I couldn't quite figure him out. He had a thirst for knowledge and he cared about the truth. Paired with his over zealous confidence and the way he picks fight with others I would say he could even chose dauntless.

"Which faction do you think you'll get?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. Asking someone of their results or where they feel they'll go was considered a huge invasion of privacy. This knowledge was to be kept to ourselves until we had made a final decision so no one would have the chance to persuade someone in to another faction. This decision was to be made on our own. Our own choice to define who we will be. I'm surprised when he doesn't look offended or scoff at me.

"Truthfully, I have no idea. I'm really counting on the test to tell me." This was a rare moment for Peter. He was almost always guarded, even with me. We had known each other for years, sticking together like glue. Raised along side each other like brother and sister. Our parents were extremely close. I nod my head to his answer and I don't feel any better knowing that he also doesn't know where he was going. I had guessed for years and I had hoped he knew where he was going.

"I'm sure you can't guess where I'm going." I say haughtily. I see his expression change from intense thought to mock annoyance.

"Wanna bet?." Peter challenges. We laugh and then fell silent. "Maybe I'll choose dauntless too. Maybe that's why we get along so well." My attempt to lighten the mood failed and we fell back in to quiet contemplation. Maybe this was why Peter and I got along so well. He did feel like my partner in crime. We used to cause so much trouble as kids.

"Olivia Taylor?!" Someone calls my name and I look up to see the nurse who had been rounding up students for their test. She looked a little exacerbated and I assume this wasn't the first time she's called for me.

"Well," I say looking back to peter, "I hope that whatever you chose, you do so for you." He nods his head slightly and I stand up. I leave him there with his thoughts and I silently hope that he gets what he needs. Becoming factionless was not an option, Not for me and not for him.

Dinner was a quite affair. The choosing ceremony was looming over our heads and I could sense the worry on my parents. I have to admit a little had crept it's way up my spine too. What if I chose dauntless and I discovered it wasn't right for me? I wouldn't want to become factionless. Not like my brother had. I felt like that was where most of my parent's worry had come from. I don't remember them being so timid when it was his time to choose. Then again, I was only a kid.

"Eat Olivia. Your food will get cold." My father said when I had stopped. I moved the carrots around on my plate and groaned a little. They knew I didn't like carrots.

"I know it's not that good but you need your strength for tomorrow." My mother, who is also not a fan of carrots, pushed her carrots around the same as I did. I smiled at it a little. I may be leaving them but I'll be taking a part of both of them when I go.

"I'm full." I lied, it came easy to me. I remember my first lie. I was 13 and some girls were picking on me for liking an erudite boy. He was a few years older than we were and while I might have had a crush on him, I had actually never spoken to him. I was so embarrassed that I said I didn't like him. Being in candor everyone just accepted what I had said and I didn't even realize that I had actually lied until moments later. It was easy to lie. Once I had learned that I knew that I could get away with almost anything if I lied.

My father sighs before he takes his last bite and my mother rests her fork on the edge of her plate. She pushes her long blonde hair behind her and looks up at me softly. Her blues eyes meet mine and we hold each other's gaze for a moment. It's a silent goodbye.

My father then stands up. He's tall and lean and his short black hair makes him look almost mean if he didn't have those wrinkled laugh lines around his eyes. I have his hair. Black as night and cascading in waves around my face. He walks around the table with his plate in his hand and leans down to give me a kiss on my forehead. He's gentle and when he pulls away he grabs my plate and avoids looking at me.

"Go get ready for bed. We'll clean up tonight." My mother tells me. I nod my head and make my way to the stairs. Once I'm out of sight I turn around to watch them as I peak out from the door way. My mother has set her plate in the sink as my father washes the other ones. Her hand rubs his back and he turns to face her. They look at each other for a second before he leans down and they embrace. I feel a tear fall down my face before I make my way to my room silently. I wish things could be different but a phrase keeps echoing in my head. Faction before blood.

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I'm so excited for chapters to come! I'm going through everything and updating and rewriting it all. I recently binged the movies and I can't believe I ever left this story behind. When I was watching them, I was so excited. I had forgotten how much I loved this series.

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