Hey guys! This is my first time doing a Divergent story so I just want to point out a few things:

#1. I actually haven't haven't read the Divergent series yet, I've only seen the movie, but I know that books are always better than the is a great example of that. Therefore, the characters in this story (besides my OCs) will look like the ones from the movies.

#2. If I get anything wrong about how the Divergent series works, please don't hesitate to correct in the reviews or PM me and I'll try and fix it.

#3. The reason I wanted to write this is because I think Eric is super hot and I wanted to pair him with an OC of mine. Please don't judge a woman with a crush LOL Also I'm doing this for my friend Jessica because she loves Eric like me LOL THIS IS FOR YOU JESSICA

4#. Heads up, this first chapter takes place when Four and Eric become initiates, and I tried to capture what they might have been like during this time. Please tell me if I did an okay job!

ENJOY!

Chapter 1) Newness

Walking through the Pit could be compared to going to school for the first day; you know nobody there yet you can't help but feel as if everyone is staring at you. However in Trixie's case, this feeling was not that far off the mark. Every time she glanced up around her, Dauntless members were staring at her as she walked passed with her uncle. Whenever she met the gaze of someone, she looked back at her feet and kept her head down. She wasn't used to this attention and didn't know how to handle it, so she wasn't going to handle it at all. All she could do was wait until they were out of the Pit, but she was once again the most unlucky Abnegation on the planet.

The exit was within sight when they were stopped by an imposing man with dark skin and short cropped hair. While he wasn't as tall as her uncle, his stance was strong with authority, and his face was hard as he looked at her uncle. She recognized him. A few years back on Visiting Day, she had seen him talking with her father. Max was his name, if Trixie remembered correctly. When he looked from her uncle down at her she realized she had spoken his name out loud. His expression softened the tiniest and he actually gave her a small smile, kneeling down to her eye level. Even at the young age of eleven, Trixie was a little shorter than most of the children in her class.

"So you know who I am," Max stated and Trixie gave a small, nervous nod. The corner of his mouth lifted and he continued, "But I don't seem to know who you are."

For a split second Trixie feared she was in trouble for the way his tone was and she couldn't help but shrink behind her uncle a bit. However her fear was for not when Max leaned forward on his knee and asked, "Wanna tell me your name little lady?"

She could feel her uncle turn to look down at her but she forced herself not to look at him and kept her eyes on Max. "Trixie," She responded in a small voice, "My name is Trixie."

Max nodded, holding her gaze for a few more moments before coming to a stand again, his eyes hardening once again as he looked at her uncle. "I expect there won't be any problems from her Jonathan."

"No." Her uncle stated firmly, his grip on her bag tightening only a little but Trixie still noticed.

Max gave him a curt nod and responded, "Good."

Max glanced down at Trixie, giving her a small smile before walking away, two members of Dauntless trailing behind him. Trixie watched them go before looking ahead and running to catch up with her uncle who had already started walking again. Every one of his steps required two or three of her own to keep up with his pace. People still stared as they walked by, but Trixie suddenly wasn't as bothered by them as before. If Max, a leader of Dauntless, was kind to her then not all of them could be that bad. Maybe they weren't as frightening as they looked. She often saw them patrolling near Abnegation whenever they were helping with the Factionless. While most looked intimidating to her, some looked rather silly with their bright colored hair and metal piercings.

They made their way to an elevator that was taking them up to one of the higher floors where the living quarters were. Only the most respected and capable Dauntless could live at Headquarters and her uncle Jonathan was one of the few. He was one of the few combatant instructors that trained not only the initiates but all the Dauntless members as well; only if they wanted to expand their combat abilities. The regular members feared him and the leaders respected him. Though she knew she shouldn't, Trixie also feared her uncle and what he was capable of, but she still loved him. Not because he was her last living family member but because she had always wanted to be strong like him. However she doubted the love he had for her as his niece. The elevator was quiet and Trixie, wanting to hold his hand, reached for it slowly, but her fingers brushed the palm of his hand and he moved away all too quickly and used both of his hands to hold her bag in front of him even though he could hold it with one if he wanted to.

Trixie dropped her hand and clasped it with the other in front of her, bowing her head as she fought back the feeling of the tears welling up in her eyes. No, she would not cry, but at the same time why couldn't she? She every right to at this moment. Her parents were gone and now she was to live with her uncle who, for some reason unknown to Trixie, blamed her for the death of her parents. She was told that it was just his way of coping, it would pass with time, and he truthfully loved her very much. If that was so, why couldn't he stand the touch of her hand?

The ding of the elevator alerted them that they had reached their floor and the doors slid open, revealing an empty hallway. Her uncle Jonathan stepped out first and she followed quickly behind him, keeping her head bowed as they walked. She didn't worry about walking into anything because she knew he would tell her to move behind him if someone was coming. She was to draw as little attention to herself as possible while living with him. Despite him being in charge of her wellbeing, she knew he would not be there all the time, and that made things hard for the both of them because that meant she would be alone for the majority of her time here. But they had no choice; it was either he take her in or she become Factionless. At this point though, Trixie had no idea if this was truly the best option.

They stopped outside a wooden door painted black, Jonathan using a keycard to get inside. He opened the door for her and stood to the side and waited for her to walk in first. Though it was against Abnegation ways to go in before another, the steel gaze of her uncle told her he wasn't moving, so she bowed her head and hesitantly walked in first.

The door slammed shut behind her and she jumped, whirling around to watch her uncle as he set her bag down in the hallway and moving past her, leaving Trixie alone for a few seconds before she moved to follow him. His apartment was fairly new, some of his things still in boxes that he had yet to go through, but it was necessary if she was to live with him. He had to move into an apartment that had two rooms instead of the studio apartment most members had. He had been alerted two weeks before that Trixie would be living with him and the leaders of Dauntless gave him access to a bigger place so she could come live with him. He wasn't really given a choice as to whether or not he wanted her to live with him but at the same time he was the only one who could and he realized that along with them. However, they had no idea that Jonathan had mixed feelings about his niece; he loved her as his flesh and blood but he also hated her.

Trixie looked around and found herself liking it right away. The entire wall she was facing at the back of the living room was made of glass, giving her a view of the city below, and showing how high they really were. But the latter didn't bother Trixie since she wasn't afraid of heights. Trixie placed her personal satchel on the ground near the wall and scampered over, her hands pressing against the smooth, cold surface as she looked at anything and everything in her sight. She could see the top of the ferris wheel in the distance, a sudden urge to go and explore beginning to overtake her. Even though it's looked at poorly in Abnegation, Trixie was a curious little monkey who loved to explore. Whenever someone couldn't find her, she would often be near the Factionless, running around and hiding in empty buildings. Many members of the Factionless knew Trixie or had heard about her; she was one of the few who didn't help them out of pity but out of pure selflessness. She didn't really understand what that meant whenever someone told her that she was selfless, she mostly helped them because she was a picky eater and would give them food that she didn't like. But to those she helped, she was giving them the means to live another day.

She was quickly pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her uncle clearing his throat and she turned to see him looking at her with an expression that Trixie couldn't identify. He moved to stand sideways and held his arm out in the direction of an open door at the left end of the apartment. "That will be your room." He simply told her.

They stared at each other quietly, Trixie trying to think of something to express how grateful she was for him taking her in, but the moment was gone as soon as it had come when he moved to the opposite end of the apartment towards another room. He went inside and shut the door behind him with a click, leaving Trixie alone in the living room. She stared at his door before looking back out the window, her tears once again welling up in her eyes. Besides when her parents had first passed, Trixie had never felt more alone than she did now.

She managed to keep the tears at bay but she couldn't stop her sniffles as she moved back towards the front door to get her bag with all her belongings in it. It was a little too heavy for her but she managed to pick it up off the ground with both her hands for a few steps before having to set it down to gather her strength to carry it further.

She wasn't strong like her father had been; receiving most of her qualities from her mother, but that didn't bother her. Her black ink hair now reached to the middle of her back from the neglect to cut it to its required length but was currently in a high ponytail with the ends brushing her shoulders. Some of it had decided to rebel and not stay up so Trixie had pushed it to frame the right side of her face, giving long, uneven bangs. Her skin was ghastly pale and wouldn't darken no matter how much time she spent in the sun but it was smooth to the touch and clear of freckles. She was thin as a board, causing her father to worry for her constantly but her mother had told them it was a high metabolism from her side of the family, and would most likely change when she got older. The only thing she received from her father was his pale, crystal blue eyes.

After a minute or two, Trixie managed to make it to her new room with her bag, pushing the door open with her shoulder before setting the bag down on the floor to look around. It was a perfect square room with a bed shoved in the furthest right corner and a desk shoved to the left. A dresser was to her right next to the door and she struggled to set her bag atop it. She then went back out to the living room and headed for where she had left her satchel on the ground. Going back to her room, she began to settle into her new home. Her clothes, which consisted of mostly grey and a few white pieces, were folded and placed neatly in the dresser, and her few school books were placed on her desk. She paused for a moment when she noticed a small button on the bottom left corner of her desk and pressed it to reveal a glass screen slide up from the side pressed up against the wall. It had the date and the time in the corner and the background showed a picture of the very same ferris wheel she was looking at minutes ago. It had the basic applications for a student to use at school except as far as she was aware no other factions, except for Erudite, had the means to do school work at home. A small note on the corner of the screen informed her that it was a gift from her uncle who presented this to her as a way to occupy herself if he was absent in the future.

When everything was put away, she made sure her door was closed before moving over to her satchel and sitting on her bed, digging her way to the bottom where a small book of poetry lay; she had found it in an abandoned building not too long ago. Inside it were two pictures; one was a pencil sketch of her mother that a friend of hers had done before her parents had died, since Abnegation weren't allowed to have pictures of themselves, and the other was a Dauntless profile picture of her father before his choosing day. While he looked so much younger than the man she remembered as her father, he had the same eyes as her and she could still see traces of his older self in the picture.

These pictures were all she had left of her parents.

Her hands shook as she looked between the two of them, wishing desperately that they were there with her now. If she tried really hard, she could still imagine the gentle caress of her mother's hands on her face, and the strong embrace of her father whenever she was sad.

Finally, after a day of keeping back the tears, she held the pictures to her chest as she laid on her side, and she wept.

...

A Year Later….

Trixie was walking along the train tracks, making her way towards the Dauntless headquarters from school. The classes were cut short for the day due to the Choosing Ceremony which was taking place right about now. However, because Trixie was only twelve years of age, she was not required to go.

She took the long way back, passing through Factionless territory near Abnegation. She saw some familiar faces and stopped to talk with them for a few moments. Most asked why she didn't stop by as often as she did before but she was unable to answer truthfully due to the rule that her living in Dauntless was supposed to be kept under wraps. She saw a few of her friends and tried to talk to them but quickly gave up on the idea when all she received were looks of pity and sadness. It had been nearly a year already and yet nothing had changed; she was still being viewed as the orphan of Abnegation.

About an hour had passed of walking and Trixie could see the top of the Dauntless headquarters not too far away; maybe about five minutes away if she quickened her pace. The black mini boots her uncle had given her to help make the journey easier on her feet were fully covered by grey dress she was wearing, its length so long she stepped on the hemline once or twice. Most of the buildings she went by were empty and slowly caving in on themselves with vines growing up the sides in crawling inside the windows. Others looked recently rebuilt to make room for some of the Dauntless members who couldn't live in the compound. While she had never been inside any of the newer buildings, she was very familiar with the abandoned ones; the ones closer to Abnegation were like a second home to her from how much time she had spent exploring them. Once she had gotten stuck in one of the upper floors of a building but she knew the fire escape was still intact outside so she had to climb out the window and walk along the ledge until she could jump onto it. It had been a terrifying experience but when she had told her father about it he had never been more proud of her.

As she walked, she heard the familiar sound of the train coming her way and moved off the tracks in time to turn and see the train slowing down considerably as they approached headquarters. She was about to continue walking when she heard her name being called and turned again but this time she saw a familiar face sticking out of one of the cars. With his arm outstretched, he reached for Trixie, and she started running alongside the train. When the car came up next to her, she didn't have time to turn around when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and hoisted off her feet with a yelp, and pulled back into a firm chest inside of the car. She grabbed the arm around her waist as if it were a life line, breathing deeply as she tried to calm her racing heart. "You alright?" A deep voice spoke next to her ear, causing her to get goosebumps, and she turned in his grip before pushing away and swatting at his chest, a deep blush across her features.

"You scared me Tobias! I was about to turn and grabbed your arm if you had waited." She stated.

Tobias gave her a small, smug smile that made her blush deepen and she turned away from him to stare out the open side of the car, her arms around her middle as she forced herself not to swat at him again.

Tobias was her friend since she had been very little, one of the only boys who didn't tease her for being a crybaby, and the only one who didn't treat her differently since her parents. They met when Tobias was ten and Trixie was six. He had been hiding in an abandoned building but had accidentally climbed too high and, being afraid of heights, couldn't get down. It was coincidence that Trixie had been passing by when she had heard the boy crying and found him in one of the top levels in a corner, crying with his knees pulled up to his chest. She had asked him why he was crying, noticing the bruises above his left brow and on the right side of his jaw, and he told her he couldn't get down. It had taken a lot of coaxing on her part but she had managed to get him to come down after showing him how to do it and holding his hand the entire time. She didn't understand at the time that he had a severe fear of heights. And when she had asked him if he wanted to go home, she ended up dragging him to her own house where her parents had been waiting for her, but they didn't ask questions when she brought a bruised Tobias with her. She also hadn't understood the idea of a parent hurting their own child. How could they? Trixie's parents had loved her dearly, why would any other parent be different?

Murmuring from behind Trixie caught her attention, realizing that everyone was becoming curious as to why a child of Abnegation was on the train heading towards Dauntless, and she unconsciously stepped closer to Tobias and kept her head down to avoid people from seeing her face from behind the layer of bangs on the right side of her face. Sensing her discomfort, Tobias moved from leaning against the door to standing erect and covering her from prying eyes on the left. When someone from Candor came up and addressed them, Tobias must have glared at him because not seconds later the Candor boy raised his hands in surrender and walked the other way. Tobias didn't put his arm around her, not wanting to cause even more suspicion for her, but he knew his closeness was helping when her shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit.

It didn't hit Trixie until she heard the shrieks of excitement and she looked outside of the car to see Dauntless-born members beginning to jump out of the cars ahead of them. An unpleasant chill ran down her spine and raised goosebumps on her arms. She turned to Tobias and looked at him, "You chose Dauntless?"

He stared at her with an unreadable expression but when the shouts of initiates started coming from the car just in front of their own, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly, "Don't let go."

Tobias pulled Trixie back a few steps away from the door and waited until most of the car had emptied out. Then, without warning, Tobias ran at his full speed, forcing Trixie to run with him, and jumped.

She didn't have the chance to scream when her feet met gravel on the roof they had landed on and she rolled like a log away from Tobias. Her palms and elbows screamed in agony, taking more of the fall than her feet.

She sat up and looked down at her now ruined palms, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, and she tried thinking of ways to explain to her uncle should he ask.

Before she could even move to stand, Tobias kneeled next to her, and pulled her hands towards him. He examined them momentarily before reaching into Trixie's satchel and bringing out her gray cardigan that she had stowed away earlier during her lessons. He bit into the thin material, making a tear, and ripped the sleeve clean off. He managed to do the same thing to the other sleeve, ripping it off what remained of her cardigan, and then used each sleeve to carefully wrap it around each palm as a makeshift bandage. "I'm sorry about that." He told her, the tone of his voice expressing how bad he felt about practically dragging her out of the car and forcing her to jump but she heard no guilty tone behind it.

Trixie shrugged her shoulders and gave an awkward smile, knowing that her tears would contradict her next words, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt too bad."

She couldn't stop herself from sniffling and Tobias gave her a knowing look.

He grabbed her by her elbows but immediately retracted his hands when she whimpered. That's right, she had completely forgotten about her elbows, but all she hoped for was that it didn't look as bad as it hurt.

Trixie flexed her newly bandaged hands, wincing at the sting of the fabric rubbing against her skin, but she decided it wasn't as bad as her elbows and reached for Tobias. He hesitated when reaching for her in return but made sure to be gentle with his grip as he helped pull her to her feet.

She went to thank him when the sound of a whistle drew both of their attention and a Dauntless-born was making his way over to them. He had a short mop of black hair on his head, his movements on his head showing the uneven ends. He was dressed in black pants and a tight fitting tank top, a high collared leather jacket on his shoulders. A dark grey metal stud pierced his right ear, catching the sun every few seconds. What stuck out to Trixie the most was his golden yellow eyes that watched them carefully.

"You better hurry if you want to make it stiff." He directed his words at Tobias, who clenched his jaw at him.

The two stared at each other until Tobias finally broke eye contact and looked down at Trixie next to him.

She gave him and encouraging smile and pulled her hands from his, jerking her chin in the direction of the crowd that had huddled on another rooftop not too far from the one they were on. Tobias gave her a small nod, a conflict evident in his eyes. He managed to turn and walk a few yards when he stopped to look back at Trixie. She gave him a smile, realizing he didn't want to leave her there, and started walking in his direction. The Dauntless initiate looked between them briefly before moving in the same direction of the crowd, grabbing Tobias by his upper arm to pull him at a faster pace than the one he was going.

With Trixie following at a somewhat slower pace, the trio made their way over to the crowd. However when they reached the back of the initiates group, Trixie froze mid step when she saw Max standing on the ledge and was addressing all of them.

"Your initiation begins here; the entrance to the compound is below and there is only one way in." He was being vague on purpose, enjoying the reaction that seemed to wash over the entire group when they realized what he was implying.

"We have to jump?"

"Is this really the only way?"

"He must be crazy if he thinks I'm doing that."

Trixie listened to them all mutter and complain but kept her head down in hopes that she would remain unnoticed.

Unfortunately for her, Max had a sharp gaze as he swept over the crowd, and immediately noticed the short girl with ink black hair. His eyes narrowed upon seeing her and he shouted, "I see we have an uninvited guest!"

His words caused confusion among the initiates and they began to look around at one another, wondering who Max could possibly be talking about. The only ones who didn't move were the golden-eyed initiate and Tobias; the first looking back at her from where he stood in the group and the latter freezing when he realized that Max was looking right at Trixie. Everyone began to follow his gaze and looked back at where the small girl was, the crowd splitting down the middle where Max had his eyes focused. Trixie glanced up to see everyone looking at her before looking back down at her feet, her tiny hands clasped tightly in front of her as she ignored the sting of her palms. A blush settled on her cheeks from all the attention she was getting and she couldn't do anything but stand where she was.

"Why don't you come on down to the front next to me?" Though his words were a spoken as a question, Trixie knew better than anyone that it was an order, and she had no choice but to listen and obey. She remained where she was for a few seconds before she shyly walked through the middle where the crowd had parted. She heard snickers and whispers of confusion as to who she was and what she was doing there come from both sides but she kept her head down as she walked to the front. During her walk, a strange sensation ran down her spine and she couldn't help but feel an intense gaze coming from one person near her, but she didn't dare look up in fear that Max would get upset by the delay. The gap behind her closed the closer she got to the front.

When she stood but a few feet away from the ledge, she couldn't bring herself to look at Max who no doubt must have had an expression of anger towards her. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here but at the same time she wasn't really given a choice lest she be left on the train.

Max jumped off the ledge and walked towards her, his hands behind his back as he looked at her, and wondered what to do. While he wasn't too angered by her presence, she was not meant to be here, and if she was here then that meant her uncle was not keeping as close an eye on her as he was being led to be. That or her being her was an accident. Either way, this was a problem.

When he was two feet away, Trixie gathered the courage to look up at Max, and was surprised to see the blank expression he wore. He looked tired, the small bags under his eyes making him seem older, but she couldn't see any sign of irritation or anger in his features like she had been expecting. "Stand off to the side until I'm done. I'll deal with you after this."

Trixie gulped from the nervous feeling welling up in her stomach and she simply nodded, bowing her head as she walked off the stand near the corner of the rooftop and slightly sit on the ledge. She could still feel everyone staring at her but it was only for a moment before Max returned to his spot on the ledge and cleared his throat loudly to gain back everyone's attention. "In the end it's your choice; jump now or become Factionless, simple as that."

Everyone in the group began so murmur again, some were complaints about how crazy Max was for making them jump, while others were daring another person to go first, but the only thing Trixie could look at was the pale expression on Tobias' face. His fear of heights was brought to the forefront of her mind and she immediately worried he wouldn't be able to do it. While Tobias could face most of the basic fears every person had, like spiders or bugs or things like that, the few fears he did have he never got over once; except for that time when they were little and she had to help him down.

The murmuring stopped when someone began making their way to the front, the crowd splitting a path for him, and Trixie saw he wore blue clothing from Erudite. He wasn't extremely tall like some males from his faction but he was still taller than some of the other boys in the whole group. His skin looked as if it hadn't seen the sun often enough. His hair was a light brown, almost blonde looking the way he had it swept back out of his face. But even from where Trixie sat she could see the strong features in his face and the hardness of his jaw. "Is this really the only way in...or is this your version of a test of bravery?"

"You tell me." Max replied smoothly, his face giving nothing away as he stared at the boy, but Trixie had seen it plenty of times to know when Max was intrigued by something and he was definitely intrigued by the Erudite transfer.

The boy stared at Max for a few moments longer before looking at the edge, his jaw clenched as he contemplated doing what everyone was afraid to do. Trixie also couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do; would he jump or would he take his chances as a factionless?

Her question was soon answered when he removed his jacket and threw it on the ground beside him, stepping up onto the ledge next to Max and looking down.

And, after a few seconds of silence, he leaned forward, and fell.

Trixie leaned over the corner of the roof and watched over the edge as the boy fell, no sound coming from him as he fell through the hole down below, and disappeared from sight.

After him, everyone seemed to file into a line to jump down into the hole, but everyone else screamed as they went down. Max had come down from the ledge and stood somewhat off to the side near Trixie, making comments about things were about to get interesting, and Trixie understood what he meant when one of the other initiates was boasting about how he could do it and calling the other initiates cowards for not jumping when he was forced to jump next and screamed the whole way down. Trixie couldn't stop the fit of giggles that came out and Max looked down at her from the side of his eyes and he couldn't help the tug at the corner of his lips.

Some were funny to watch, others not so much, but Trixie watched alongside Max as the group of initiates got smaller and smaller until it came down to four initiates left. Tobias was among them, his face still pale as his eyes stayed trained on the edge where everyone had been jumping from. Trixie was beginning to worry that he was going to give up after just making it here. Max eyed the four of them with a narrowed gaze and it was obvious that he wasn't happy with their hesitance and inability to pass the first test. "If you're not going to jump then you're wasting my time." His hands came from behind his back to rest at his sides as he moved to stand in front of them and look them each in the eye.

Tobias was the only one who held his gaze while the other three looked away or down in shame.

Max stared at them for a moment longer before sighing and shaking his head in disappointment, "Fire escape is on the side of the building near the back corner; that's your way down now."

Without another word he moved away from them and went to where Trixie was standing. A plank was on the ledge behind her, connecting to the roof top next to them, and he had one foot on to test its stability before he reached his hand out back for her to take. She stared at his hand, going to take it when she stopped, and turned to look back at Tobias. The other three had gone towards the back corner on the opposite side of them where the fire escape was located, leaving him there alone as he stared at the ledge with a clenched jaw and fear filled eyes. He wanted to jump. She could tell that he wanted to jump so bad but he just couldn't.

Walking away from Max, she went over to where Tobias stood and took his hand in both of hers, the touch making him look down at her in surprise, but she simply gaze him a smile. "It's not too late." She said in a quiet voice.

Tobias averted his gaze, looking over at the ledge with uncertainty, and then quickly looked back at her. His eyes were begging for her to show him what he should do and she immediately recognized it as the same look he had when she was helping him from the building as kids. He was afraid but he didn't want to give up. And like when they were kids, Trixie knew exactly what he needed, and she wasn't afraid in the slightest.

Dropping her bag next to her feet, she gently took both his hands in her own and began to pull him towards the ledge. He followed for a few steps before he began to resist and pull away when he saw where she was leading him but she tightened her grip and pulled on him harder. When they finally stood where everyone else had been jumping previously, Trixie stood at Tobias' side as they stared down into the hole stories down. She lifted the bottom of her dress and moved her foot to step onto the ledge when Max's voice echoed around them. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He yelled angrily at the pair but his eyes were focused on Trixie and her one foot on the ledge.

She looked back at Max and his barely controlled expression, his face blank but his body was tensed, ready to run and grab her should she try and follow through with what she was about to do. But when she turned and looked at Tobias, his eyes staring into hers, she gave him a small smile before throwing herself over the ledge and pulling him with her.

She heard Tobias yell in surprise before they were falling.

It was a rush of wind around her, Trixie almost unable to keep her eyes open from the force, before she suddenly felt arms wrap tightly around and she was pulled back into a firm chest. She felt herself turning over with her back facing the wind and opened her eyes to see the sky for moment before she saw the edges of the edges of the hole they had fallen through. There was no pain in her body; she had expected maybe a little from possibly landing wrong or something. But all she felt was the strange sensation of her body bouncing on the ropes of the net.

When all was still, the arms around her around her let go and she was gently pushed off of Tobias' body. She laid only for a moment before sitting upright and looking down at Tobias who had an arm over his eyes. She couldn't see the look he had on his face but from the way his lips pressed together, forming a thin line, she could tell he wasn't happy in the least with her little stunt. "We are never doing that again." He grumbled irritably with an exhale, pulling a giggle from the small girl.

The sound of footsteps drew her attention away and she looked to see a Dauntless member she knew as Amar make his ways towards them, a surprised look in his face. She couldn't blame him; he must have thought there were no more jumpers.

But as he got closer, panic immediately set into Trixie's small body and she was suddenly scrambling to get off the net. She had done something very bad. Her uncle had told Max that she wouldn't be any trouble but she had just gone and gotten herself in a huge heap of it by jumping off that roof and taking Tobias with her. Max had witnessed the entire thing and now he was probably going to go straight to her uncle. The fear she felt made her shake as she pulled herself over the edge of the net and landed clumsily on her feet. She heard Tobias call for her and Amar telling her to stop, but she ignored both of them and broke into a sprint, running straight home in hopes of beating Max there or possibly running into him and begging him not to say anything.

...

Later...

Trixie sat on a balcony, her feet dangling down over the ledge and leaning against the middle bar of the railing with crossed arms and a pouty expression, overlooking the Pit where the new initiates were all mingling with some of the other Dauntless members who were welcoming them with open arms. Though Dauntless was more the muscle of the five factions, they all acted like a family despite not being related by blood.

Trixie longed for that. She wanted to be a part of a family. She wanted to feel accept which was the exact opposite of what she felt now.

While she had beaten Max to her uncle's apartment, he had run into Jonathan on the way, and expressed his worry for Trixie and her jumping off buildings and forcing initiates to go with her. Her uncle had returned to the apartment fuming, dropping her satchel she had left behind on the roof at her feet, and then taking her to the medical wing to get her hands and elbows checked out.

She had severe bruising on her elbows and the nurse had to remove any dead skin left on the palms of her hands so they could heal properly before rewrapping them. The entire time her uncle had been glaring furiously at her but she refused to look up and meet his gaze, keeping her eyes on her lap as the nurse worked on her.

When they had left and returned to the apartment, he had yelled at her. A lot. By the end of it, he had stormed out of the room, and she had retreated to her own and sobbed into her pillow.

She hadn't meant to get into trouble, she just didn't want to see Tobias end up Factionless like all the others she had seen before, but her actions had not only upset her uncle but the leaders as well.

She looked down at the dozens of faces of Dauntless and initiates alike, wishing she could go down and walk around, but she was not to show her face around Max or any of the Dauntless members for the time being. Even though she was not to be seen in public, that didn't mean she couldn't watch them from the shadows. She was a good hider so if she got caught she could run and hide; she had proved this theory weeks ago when a member of Dauntless had been searching high and low for her since he was to keep watch over her in her uncle's absence, but the man proved to be brainless as he passed her a handful of times while she was above him in the rafters of the tattoo parlor.

She saw Tobias with them, talking with Amar who had the pleasure of meeting Tobias after she had run away from the net. He had already thrown away his Abnegation clothing and was wearing a black fitted tank top with black pants with the bottoms tucked into a pair of large looking boots. If she didn't know that his feet were slightly bigger than normal she would have thought he was walking around in shoes that were too big for him. He already looked right at home in Dauntless and that thought alone made her smile. He would be alright here.

Trixie released a breath of content and continued to gaze down at the people below her. She was kicking her feet back and forth when she got the strangest feeling that someone was watching her. Not wanting to be Max or anyone else that would get her in trouble, she looked around at all the faces, finding that they were still unaware of her presence, when she looked over to the left side of the group and was met with a pair of grayish blue eyes.

Her own pale blue ones widened in surprised at the intensity of his gaze, the feeling somewhat familiar and she remembered feeling the way earlier that morning when she had approached Max and felt as if she were being watched intently. Sure, everyone had been watching her at the time, but that intense feeling she'd had felt exactly as it did now. He had been watching her just like he was now. He had also been the first jumper if she remembered correctly.

Amidst the constant motion of bodies around him, he remained still as he stared up at her, his eyes looking at her in a way that one could describe in the way of one person analyzing another. But since he was a former Erudite, it didn't really surprise Trixie too much. What did catch her a little off guard was the hard look in his eyes that made her feel inferior.

Ignoring the feeling, she gave a shy smile and waved at him with her hand that rested on her left elbow.

But he didn't wave back. In fact he didn't do anything but stare at her for a few moments before walking away.

Lowering her hand, she couldn't help but feel as if he had dismissed her in some way.

Sighing, she rested her head on her forearms and continued watching the as the rest of the night progressed. There was music and most of the initiates had been swept away to go dancing while only a few had stayed behind to talk with some of the leaders of instructors. Her uncle was with them, however he remained oblivious to her presence like everyone else.

Everyone except the boy from Erudite.

Trixie found herself watching him, curiosity welling up inside her mind. Who was he? Why had he been staring at her before?

He had stayed behind from the dancing to talk to some of the instructors before moving to a bar area along the wall that was distributing drinks for everyone. He sat up on a metal stool and leaned back against the bar as he waited for his own drink, his eyes narrowed as he watched the flurry of activity around him. He looked tense and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, like he was just waiting for something to happen. When the bartender brought him a dark cup that made it impossible for Trixie to see what was in it, his form relaxed just a little bit and he nodded in thanks before turning to face the crowd once again. As he lifted the drink to his lips, his eyes once again looked up at the balcony where Trixie was sitting, staring at her as he did before.

Instead of looking away though, Trixie held his gaze, resting her head down against her arms as she looked at him from over the crook of her elbow. And throughout the night, that was where her gaze stayed, her eyes following him around as he talked to a few of the instructors again, probably trying to gain some favor with some of them, before he moved towards the exit to turn in for the night. But as he reached it, he stopped and remained still for a few moments before turning around and looking at her once more. His gaze was still hard but when she lifted her head to look at him better, he flashed her a smirk then turned away, disappearing into the tunnel that led back to the initiate's quarters.

Trixie remained frozen for a moment as she stared at the spot that he had just been standing before she buried her face into her arms to hide the smile that had spread across her face. He had smile at her; in a smug, arrogant way but a smile nonetheless.

But her joy did not last long when she looked up from her arms and looked down to see her uncle exchange a few words with Amar before retreating towards another tunnel as well, except the direction he was heading in was towards their apartment. The one that she was supposed to be in right now.

Frantically, she pulled on the railing to hoist herself up from the sitting position she was in before running down the hall behind her in hopes that she would beat her uncle home, and knowing that if he found the place vacant of her, then she would be in even deeper trouble than before.

...

Weeks had passed since the initiates started their training. They had already lost three who hadn't been able to pass the physical part of training and had ended up Factionless. Trixie felt sorry for them but couldn't force herself to be saddened by their departure since she did not know them. Besides she had faith in her faction Abnegation that they would take care of them as best they could. Just like her parents used to do. Just like she used to do.

Dinner had been served over three hours ago and she was sure the majority of the mess hall had cleared out. The initiates were to be playing Capture the Flag in the morning before everyone else awoke so there was no reason for them to be eating at this hour. Her stomach growled at the thought of finally getting to eat after how busy she had been all day with working on her lessons. Then after her lessons, her uncle kept her at his side all day so she wouldn't get into trouble. He was still fuming about the whole incident with her jumping off the roof with Tobias but luckily he had no idea about her little visits to watch the Pit from the balcony. Most of the time, the Erudite boy who had been staring at her before, was there in the Pit, but he did the same thing every time. Talk with some of the instructor's then get a drink at the bar before heading in for the night. That was it.

And every time he was there, Trixie would catch him looking up to where she sat on the balcony, but not once did he ever try to approach her or come up to the balcony. He would just stare. But it didn't really bother Trixie. He seemed to be a little curious about her but not very much. And at the same time that was a good thing. She didn't want anyone asking why a twelve year old Abnegation was walking around Dauntless headquarters. Most people knew by now not to bother asking.

Besides, why would he want to talk to a twelve year old child?

Trixie walked through the tunnels with ease, her many nights wandering aimlessly through the compound paying off. Her feet slid around her boots from the lack of socks and the bottom of her sleeping dress was bunched up in her right hand as she walked, not wanting to trip over the material anytime soon. Despite the low light, her form cast shadows along the walls as she moved silently. She wasn't far from the mess hall when she when she heard someone curse out loud and she ducked behind a corner in surprise.

She waited a few moments, listening to the sound of pacing footsteps getting closer before they paused and the person cursed out loud again. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Trixie slowly moved to peak out from around the corner, and she was met with an unexpected sight.

The Erudite boy was pacing back and forth as he moved to look between the three path intersection he had come across. From the frustrated look in his eyes and the way he clenched and unclenched his hand told Trixie that he was completely and utterly lost. And he was not happy about it. He moved towards one of the paths before pausing, staring down the tunnel with narrowed eyes before cursing once again, and pacing back to his spot in the middle of the intersection.

The sight was so silly to Trixie she couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped her lips.

His head snapped in her direction and she cowered slightly behind the corner but so far that she couldn't see him. "Who's there?" He demanded, the threatening edge in his voice made a small wave of fear wash over Trixie as she gripped the corner with one hand.

She could slip away right now and make a run for it; it would be nearly impossible to catch her in this low light. She could tell he was having a hard time trying to look at her now the way his eyes were squinting to make out her form. But instead of running, Trixie swallowed back her fear, and asked him, "Are you lost?"

His jaw clenched at her statement and she knew that he was. When he remained silent, she tilted her head a little to get a better view of him. He wasn't going to admit he was lost but that was alright. Trixie figured that he was going difficult because most guys would never admit to something as childish as getting lost.

"What's your name?" She asked, trying to press some kind of information that could make this encounter easier than it had become.

"What's yours?" He countered immediately, taking a small step forward as he leaned forward to try and see her better, but she moved further back behind the corner nearly out of his view. He froze in place, his posture tense.

"I can't tell you that," She told him, earning a scowl from the boy, "But people around here call me a trickster, so you can call me that."

His right eyebrow rose questioningly, the metal of his new brow piercing catching the low light, but he made no comment.

Trixie stared at him for a moment, the change of his appearance just now dawning on her. From what she could see in the low lighting, he now had both of his ears pierced along with his right brow that she had noticed, and the sides of his head were shaved while the hair on the top of his head fell messily in front of his forehead. There was more muscle on his body, mostly in his upper body, but she could tell it was a work in progress and he was most likely to get bigger and more fitted.

His gray-blue eyes were focused intently on her as they stood there in silence for only a few moments before she spoke up, "I can take you to the initiates bunker...if that's what you're looking for."

He was quiet for a moment before he questioned coldly, "Why should I follow you? How do I know you're not just gonna lead me to the Chasm and push me off?"

Trixie's stomach churned at his questions and she felt the blood leave her face. Was he seriously considering that she was going to try and...

She swallowed the lump in her throat and she said in a quiet voice, "I just want to help."

He must have heard the sadness in her voice because his gaze softened and his hands unclenched at his sides before he looked away as if he were regretting letting the words leave his mouth.

Trixie stared at him curiously as she watched him contemplate on her words, his eyes showing that he was deep in thought, but what about she didn't really know. Was he thinking about her offer to show him the way or the fact that he accused her of being capable of murder. When Trixie thought about it, not only was it sad but stupid as well. A child capable of pushing his large form off the bridge over the Chasm? Not likely.

"You still haven't told me your name." She said suddenly, causing him to look up as it dawned upon him that she was right.

"...Eric."

She gave him a small friendly smile and nodded, "Hello Eric."

He nodded back, looking at her from head to toe as he seemed to come to a decision. He looked behind at the other tunnels before looking back to her, giving a heavy sigh. "Which way kid?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Trixie lifted her hand and beckoned him forward, telling him to follow her before turning and running down the hall behind her.

For the next couple of minutes, Trixie couldn't help but giggle at his attempts to keep up with her as she led him back to the initiates bunker. Every time he turned a corner to follow her, she was already down the hall around another corner hiding from him, never fully revealing herself to him as she made her way through the tunnels expertly. She knew more than half of the compound like the back of her hand from all her exploring and it wouldn't take much longer before she memorized every nook and crany she could hide in.

She was always a few paces ahead of him, never in plain sight but not completely hidden either. It felt like a game of hide and seek to Trixie and she couldn't stop herself from taking him in circles every now and then to prolong their little game. Whenever she heard him running to catch up, she ran faster to stay ahead of him and keep the distance they had started with, not wanting to fully reveal herself to him just yet.

She could hear him growling in frustration and exhaling in annoyance almost constantly while he tried to keep up with her but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. She hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

When she reached the bridge that above the Chasm, she ran across it before pausing briefly in the middle and turned to see him rounding the corner, breathing heavily from all the running he had to do to keep up so he didn't lose sight of her. She raised her hand and beckoned him again to follow her before taking off and going to the other end of the bridge, vanishing down the dark tunnel in front of it.

...

Eric groaned, frustrated at the small girl he was chasing.

He was growing extremely tired of this game of chase, wanting to be in bed by now like most of the people in the Dauntless compound; very few people had jobs at night. It hadn't taken him very long to notice that she sometimes went in circles, whether by accident or on purpose he had no idea, but he didn't really have time to dwell on it or else she would fully disappear from his sight as she did now.

Eric ran across the bridge in pursuit, his boots pounding against the metal as he went, and followed her into the dark tunnel. She had just turned a corner not too far ahead of him, her quiet giggles echoing in the tunnels. They had to be close by now since they had crossed the bridge and when Eric looked around he started recognizing the area. It was familiar to him. He turned the same corner she had before he skidded to a halt. Down this hall was the entrance to the bunker, the large door was open and inside was pure darkness, and he knew that the rest of his fellow initiates had already gone to bed. Well, he had reached the destination, but where had his guide gone?

He was trying to catch his breath when he sensed movement behind him and whirled around.

Trixie stood a few feet away in the middle of the tunnel path, standing right under one of the dim lamps so he could see her. She looked at him in a shy manner, any joy and amusement gone from her face as she bit her bottom lip. Her hands were nervously twisting the scrunched up ball of fabric that was the bottom of her dress, the black boots on her feet looking extremely out of place. Her dark hair had been pulled back hastily in a ponytail at the back of her head, a couple of strands falling in front of her pale blue eyes. She looked no older than the age of seven to him but by the way she had been talking earlier told him that she was older.

"The bunker's down there." She stated quietly, swiftly lifting a finger to point down the hall before moving it back down to twist her dress in her hands.

Eric looked back at the bunker behind him then looked at him again, nodding in thanks for her help.

The two stood there in awkward silence, Eric unable to think of anything to say, and Trixie feeling too shy to say anything else.

Deciding that their time had to come to an end, Eric nodded his head again before taking a step backwards towards the bunker, "See ya' around."

Trixie's nervous shoulders relaxed a little and she gave him a small smile, nodding in return, "Good night."

Eric stared at her hard for a few more seconds before shaking his head and turning away, walking down the hall briskly towards the bunker. Trixie watched him go and didn't move from her spot until he was gone behind the door of the bunker. Feeling sad that the night was over, she turned to walk in the opposite direction, and decided to head back to her uncle's apartment to turn in for the night. For some odd reason, Trixie no longer felt hungry.

...

A few nights had passed since then and Trixie was again found herself wandering the halls of the Dauntless compound, only this time she was hiding from her uncle.

He had caught her with a knife an initiate had left behind in training. Her uncle rarely yelled but when he did it always scared Trixie and this time she didn't stop herself from running out of the apartment. She didn't know if he was looking for her or not but she hadn't run into him yet so she was alright for now.

Sniffling, she wiped her eyes with a clenched hand as she tried to hold back the sobs she so desperately wanted to let out. The sun was just beginning to go down so everyone was probably at the mess hall by now eating dinner. Wandering aimlessly, she turned a corner and saw Eric passing ahead of her at intersecting tunnels. He must have heard her sniffle or moving around because right as he was about to walk down a tunnel out of sight, his head turned in her direction and he paused in his steps.

Trixie tried to stop sniffling but her body betrayed her when she suddenly let out a small hiccup and immediately brought her hands up to cover her mouth. But it was too late and the sound made his brow furrow and his eyes squinted momentarily as if he were doubting it was her he was seeing.

"Trickster." He greeted in a way that made it sound like he were remembering her from before.

Rubbing her eyes furiously, Trixie sniffled again and took a few steps back into the shadows, not wanting him to see that she had been crying. She didn't want him to see her in her childish state; she was twelve after all, not a crybaby.

The sound of her sniffles made him go expressionless but the angered look in his eyes told her another story. He took a few hasty steps towards her but she scrambled back to keep the distance. This made him pause and the angry emotion in his eyes dimmed somewhat. His approach changed and he took a slow step forward, raising one of his hands as if he were trying not to scare off a frightened animal. "You're crying?" His question sounded more like a statement.

Trixie sniffled and wiped her eyes of any remaining tears. When she didn't answer she saw his jaw clench.

"Why?" There was a hint of anger in his voice and she could see the way his eyes were focusing on her strangely.

Trixie shook her head at his question and denied stubbornly, "I'm not crying."

...

Eric

The corner of Eric's mouth twitched as he fought back a smirk. She looked like a riled up kitten, her hands clenched tightly at her sides and her red eyes staring at him hard with a look of stubborn defiance.

Footsteps were coming down the same hall Eric had and he turned to see a handful of initiates coming towards him, Tobias at the front as they got closer. Eric's amusement vanished instantly and he straightened his posture as they approached. Tobias raised his brow at Eric, stopping next to him as the rest of the group continued forward without them, laughing and talking to one another.

Eric looked forward and saw that the little trickster was nowhere in sight but due to her small form he wouldn't be surprised if she was hiding around the corner or nearby.

He'd stared a second too long and Tobias looked in the same direction, curiosity written in his expression. "See something?" He asked Eric in a harmless manner. However, he noticed the way the other male's jaw clenched as he replied, "No." And with that he stormed away, leaving a confused Tobias in his wake.

As Eric walked, he let his thoughts wander to the little girl who he had yet to learn the name of. She had been crying but from the redness in her eyes she hadn't been crying for very long. Why had she been crying though? Since she was still young, there were a handful of options but there were a few he was able to pick out that made sense given her situation. Had she gotten in trouble with Max? The leader had expressed later that night in the Pit that she wasn't supposed to have been there that day during the first part of initiation. However, Eric knew for a fact that Max hadn't seen much of the little girl since the incident since he had expressed strongly that she was not to show her face to him for a few days so that couldn't be it. Physically, she looked fine so it wasn't from an injury. So what else made a kid cry?

Angry parents.

Screaming adults.

Being ignored or emotional neglect.

Eric's jaw clenched at the last one and he forced the thoughts of his past to the back of his mind.

No, this was his home now.

And he was going to have to get familiar with it as soon as possible if he wanted to avoid frustrating situations like getting lost, just like how he was now.

Letting out an angry sigh, he smoothed back the strands of hair that he had been dangling in his face for some time before looking around, realizing that the tunnel he was in looked familiar but he had no idea which way would take him to the mess hall. Yes, memorizing the layout of the compound would have to be his first priority when he passed initiation.

Choosing a random tunnel when he came across more intersecting ones, he didn't get far when he heard the sound of small footsteps behind him, and turned to see the small girl running to catch up, her eyes still red from the tears before, but she looked a little better.

She stopped running when she reached his side, her shoulders moving with each deep breath she took, and Eric found the tension easing from his shoulders. This time he didn't stop the smirk on his lips and he nodded at her in greeting, "Trickster."

She gave him a small, shy smile before gently taking his hand and asking, "Hungry?"

He let out a small chuckle and didn't get to reply before she was pulling him down the tunnel, her form leaning forward to pull him as he leaned back to make it harder for her to pull him but kept walking, finding her struggle with him somewhat entertaining.

...

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