The Daughters of the System (Divergent ff)

Chapter 12: A Familial Tune

I wake up before the clanking noise. It's the last training day of the week. Today is my second chance to show i belong here, today is perfect to relieve some of the stress i've been stacking all week.

With an hour advantage on the others i take a shower. In blissful loneliness, i sang a familiar tune.

Are you, are you,
Coming to the field,
Where they shot down the people,
who didn't fit in here.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be,
If we    ran down to the dead man's field.
Are you, are you,
Coming to the field,
Where they murdered the innocent,
who hadn't but a peep.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be,
If we ran down to the dead man's field.

All that i had of my old home was the lullaby, although it wasn't very heartwarming. Somehow, it fit better with my home than any other song.

By the time i'd gotten washed up and clothed, Dean's standing by the sinks. I stand across from him. Not a single word is spoken, all Dean does is look up and nod at me with a polite smile.

I nod back and continue singing to myself. Dean looks up and joins in, singing along with me. We sing the strange melody as if we've sang together for years.

Dean nudges his head to the doors with a small smile. I smile back and reach for his hand. He takes my hand in his and squeezes tightly, running out with me on our tippy toes.

Once out we stroll endlessly. Hands intertwined and humming the tune again and again. We have no end destination nor do we have a clue what we're doing.

Dean hears Max and Kennedy behind us. He nudged my side to listen, sharing a worried glance behind us. I smirk and pull him with me, running towards the stairs.

"Who's there!" We hear Max yell, but we keep on running. This is known territory, we had our first task all the way up there. Up there was my favourite place, the place i showed Jeanine.

Once we arrived i looked back at Dean, he was staring at the view. It was still dark out, but barely above the wall the sun is slowly rising.

I smile back at Dean and let out a giggle, trying to touch the sunlight with my hand. I'm just too small, like usual, and pout, crossing my arms across my chest.

Dean grabs me by my waist, rightfully scaring me as he lifts me up onto his shoulders. I am sat higher up than ever before, the sun reaching my face and shining brightly. I smile as i tightly hold onto Dean, feeling the warm rays on my face.

Peaceful at once, i exhaled with closed eyes.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"How'd you know the song?"

"My mom used to sing it to me. She says it's been in her family before the war. How'd you know it?"

"My dad sang it to me when i was little, he said the exact same."

Dean lifts me off of his shoulder and we stare at each other for a moment. "Andy, what's your last name?" Dean asks.

"Jaeger." I answer, not sure why i told him at all.

"Does your dad perhaps have an older sister named Heather?"

"In fact," My eyes widen as i think about my dad's family, or more the few things he's accidentally let slip "Yes, and a younger brother-"

"Wyatt." Dean finishes my sentence with a loud gasp.

"We're cousins." I state, unsure of my own statement.

"Whew," Dean lets out a relieved breath of air "I was beginning to think i was gay with the guys and their comments about you."

I shake my head and walk over to the edge of the rooftop "Is your mom good at being, you know, a mom?" I ask Dean, staring at the peaceful city below.

"Honestly, i felt unwanted at times, but she tried her best. My mom might not have been the best mom, but at least she loved me," Dean confesses, nearing me "How about your dad?"

I sit down once Dean is next to me and shrug. "I used to be really close with my dad, up until the incident." I confess.

Dean wraps an arm around me and pulls me towards him. "Did the incident give you the scar?" He asks.

I nod as i place my head on his shoulder "My parents never really treated me the same after it."

"If you don't mind me asking, how'd you get the scar?" Dean politely suggests, probably afraid of scaring me away.

"Nobody's ever really asked me what happened..," I confess "In big letters, a guy tried to kidnap me and my sister. I managed to fight him off, but not before he gave me the scar."

"Damn. You're like the ultimate Dauntless," Dean jokes "How'd your parents react? Did the nurse tell them you'd have that scar or something?"

"That's not exactly what happened, no," I chuckle, wiping over my eye "My mom stitched me up at home. She locked me in a small room, only to come out once the scar was healed. As you can see, it never truly did."

"I'm beginning to think i've had the best childhood anyone could ask for." Dean awkwardly laughs, scratching his head.

"Probably not," I argue "Comparing pasts is like comparing cake and pudding. They're both desserts and everyone's had a dessert, but they're not the same thing."

I get up and pat Dean on the back "I hope you win your fight today. I'm rooting for you, cousin."

Dean chuckled at the word and waved at me. "I'm rooting for you too, cousin." He responds.

I arrive at the training room early, like usual, and get to warming up. I start with a few laps around the hall.

"Morning, initiate." Four greets me like he has been for the past week. He joins me in our run in and starts a conversation.

"I can't figure out if you're incredibly ambitious or just really want to get yourself killed." Four admits, chuckling at his words.

I sprint past him with a small smirk "I can multitask." Four laughs and tries to catch up with me.

Once he's done warming up, Four leaves to wake the other initiates.

By the time i've caught up my breath Four walks back in with the other initiates, promptly pretending we haven't done this weird thing every morning for the past week.