I will warn you if you haven't read ALL the books Veronica Roth wrote in the Divergent world then there can be spoilers in these.

For example if there is something from The Four Collection that the character I am using for point of view knew in at this point... It can appear in this. You have been warned.

I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant, or the Four Collection, and I never will unless Veronica Roth isn't nearly as good of a business woman as she is an author, and she decides to sell the rights really cheap.

In Allegiant when Nita asks David for the code when he is under the fear/truth serum. He says the code is "her" when he while he is looking at Tris. Here is my idea of what he was going through, what he was seeing when the attack happened.

From Allegiant Chapter 27

"Get us in, David," Nita says her voice garbled by the mask.

David's eyes slide lazily to the side, to the man pointing a gun at him.

"I don't believe you'll shoot me," he says. "Because I'm the only one in this building who knows this information, and you want that serum."

David POV

There was a time when I liked my job, today it feels like a long time ago. Back when Natalie Wright still walked these halls. Back when Chicago was relatively stable. Back when we seemed to be making progress against Genetic Damage.

Now, Natalie is dead. Chicago is getting closer to erupting every day. And it feels like Genetic Damage will never be healed.

I run both hands through my graying hair. What happened? How did it all go so wrong?

I automatically open the bottom drawer and pull out the picture of us. The picture of her and me that was taken only hours before she told us this was her last visit to us. I don't really need the picture to remember how she looked that day. To see the radiance of her bright green eyes. The glow in her features. Her amazing smile. At first I thought she was happy to see us, that maybe she had decided to come back. I came to realize over the years that it had less to do with seeing us and more to do with him.

Him, Andrew Prior. Even now his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe if I had met Andrew I would have seen what she saw in him and my feelings towards him would be different. If I'm honest with myself, I don't think so. She was mine before she went into Chicago. She picked a GD over me. Even after all these years, it still stings.

She came back that last time with a Divergent named Marj from Erudite. It was the last Divergent she brought all the way to us. After this trip she only delivered them to the edge of the Dauntless patrols.

She said she couldn't be gone that long. She had to get back to him, and then back to him and their children. Her children. Her children are now here. I sigh deeply. It still seems a little incredible to me. I watched Caleb and Beatrice grow up on the screens. Toddling after Natalie, holding Natalie's hands as they headed off for their first day of school, volunteering first with Natalie, and then by themselves, where ever they were needed.

I watched the results of their aptitude test. Caleb may have been surprised by his Erudite result, but I wasn't. Tris's supposedly deleted test, I saw that too. Tori, her administrator, may have been smart enough to delete it so the Erudite couldn't see it, but the test is so important to at the Bureau to help us find the Divergent that we tape those separately. There was no way for Tori to know that.

I need to focus. I need to focus on one problem at a time. That's what Neilson, my predecessor, taught me to do. Do I focus on keeping Chicago from exploding or on the lingering question of Natalie's children, especially Tris, and what they mean to the future. Tris is Natalie's daughter. She is Genetically Pure. She is strong and sure. She is healed. Caleb is Andrew's son. He is Genetically Damaged. He fights with himself and what he knows is right. He is not healed. I know part of Natalie lives in him too, but with his damage he's just not the same as Tris. Figuring out what to do with him won't be nearly the challenge that figuring out what to do with Tris will be.

The desk shakes slightly, and I frown at it. Why would the desk move? The attack alarms screech to life. Panicked I grab for the phone, it rings just as I pick it up to call. "What's going on?" My voice is tense.

"GD rebels are attacking, Sir." The security woman on the other end of the phone informs me.

I groan inwardly. Could this day get any worse? "Where?"

"Sectors 5 and 7". The water sculpture and the outer gate. Great.

"Send people out to take care of it."

"Yes, Sir."

I hang up the phone and put the picture away. Enough reminiscing. We're being attacked. I'm the leader, it's time to lead.

My door bursts open. My head snaps up.

Three people stand there. Each of them covered head to toe in heavy black clothing. Only the barest part of their eyes show and the ends of what I guess is ladies hair. They each hold a large gun. Only one of the threesome appears to be a man. He is taller than the other two and there is no hair showing. Of the other two one of them has long red hair. The other with a dark ponytail. For a moment my head spins with guesses as to who has just entered my office.

"Let's move." The dark haired woman speaks, and from her voice I know her. It's Nita. She gestures to me with her gun. "Come on, David. Move."

I stand still. I will not be intimidated by her or by the guns they hold.

She gets behind me and shoves me towards the door with her gun.

"Let's go." She barks the command again and I move slowly. The slower I move the longer it will take us to get to wherever we are going. The better the chance is of someone coming to save me.

When we get to the doorway my blood freezes in my veins. The hallway is empty. I told them to send people to the explosions. I didn't mean, it never occurred to me when I did that it would leave me and the weapons lab unprotected. The weapons lab. Suddenly I'm sure that is why they are here, and that is where we are headed.

I'm right. The man shoves me in the direction of the weapons lab. I try to resist, but he rams the gun into the side of my face. I feel a cut next to my ear, and blood dripping down my chin.

"What's the code?" Nita asks.

"What code?" I try to play dumb. I try to buy time.

"You know what code." Nita's voice is harsh. "The code to the weapons lab?"

I press my lips firmly together. The possibilities of what they could do with the serums stored in the weapons lab is unthinkable.

The man pushes me roughly to my knees.

"I don't have all day," Nita snaps. "What is the code?"

I give a small shake of my head letting her know I'm not going to answer that question.

Nita nods toward the man. I feel the cold barrel of the gun press into my temple.

"Get us in David," Nita says sharply

My eyes slide slowly to the man holding the gun to my head. "I don't believe you'll shoot me. Because I'm the only one in this building who knows this information, and you want that serum." Logic, use logic, I tell myself. She can't argue against it. Killing me actually keeps her from getting what she wants. I just have to remind her of that.

"Won't shoot you in the head, maybe," The man with Nita says calmly, I don't recognize his voice, "But there are other places."

He looks at Nita and this look evidently means something because before I can react to that he shifts the gun down towards my feet. The echo of the bullet and searing pain come so close together as to seem instantaneous. I scream, long and loud. So much for them not shooting me, but I'm still alive. The longer I can hold out the better chance security will get here. I cannot let them into the weapons lab. Even if they kill me. If they get in there they can take the memory serum and we won't be able to reset Chicago if things get bad enough. If they get in there they can take the death serum and they can kill large populations at will. I'm not sure which option is worse.

"I'm sick of this shit," The red-haired woman says. From her voice I think her name is Beverly. "Just blow up the doors."

That statement registers through the pain. If they do that it will still turn out ok. The results would almost be a shame, but they would have brought it on themselves, and if they don't kill me first I can survive.

"An explosion would activate one of the backup security measures," Nita responds. "We need the pass code."

Which means they need me and need me alive. Victory courses through my veins. I'm the only one with the information they need in the compound. I'm the only one who can open those doors. They can try to guess the code to get in, but they won't be able to. A tiny movement catches my eye. My eyes shift towards the corner while Nita starts to pull a black box from her pocket.

For a brief moment the short figure with the dark blonde hair fools me, and I am sure it is Natalie come to save me. But Natalie is dead. I blink, and I see not Natalie, but her daughter. It is Tris who has come to save me.

"I thought you said that stuff doesn't work on him." The man with the gun sounds confused.

"I said," Nita sounds like she is repeating herself to a small child. "He could resist it, not that it didn't work at all. David, this is a very potent blend of truth serum and fear serum. I'm going to stick you with it if you don't tell us the pass code."

"I know this is just the fault of your genes, Nita," my voice is weaker than I would like. I want, I need, Tris to realize this. She must understand that the genetically damaged, like her friends, are always just a step away from evil. I want Nita to accept it and leave so Tris can get help. "If you stop now, I can help you. I can—" I get no further in what I was going to say because of the stabbing pain in my neck and the ache of the serum entering my body.

I slump to the ground, unable to hold myself up. I feel myself shuttering over and over. Then my eyes snap open. It's not possible, it's not happening, not again, but it is. I see Natalie, the way I last saw her on the screens. I know what is coming. Just like I knew what was coming that day when she ran into the street leaving her daughter behind. I scream. Hoping that this time the sound will distract them and she will get away. I scream. Just like I did that day when I realized there was nothing I could do.

Someone grabs my chin and yanks my face to force me to look at them. "David! I can make it stop if you tell us how to get into this room." The voice says.

Natalie stands up, her body covered with holes, blood, red and thick, her blood pours out of them.

I can barely make out the words being spoken by the voice. "Hear me?"

I am panting, trying to regain my breath. I am there, and she is close. I have to keep them from killing her. "Don't do it!" My voice is loud. Loud enough to get their attention for the moment. I lunge towards the closest Dauntless. Someone's hand grabs me. Keeping me away from the killer. Keeping me from saving Natalie. "Don't-!" But he does. He shoots again. The bullets hit her body causing it to dance.

I am being shaken. "I'll stop them from doing it if you tell me how to get in!"

The voice will stop them. The voice will save Natalie. Why haven't I told them what they want to know? What am I trying to keep them out of? What is more important than her? "Her!" I can see her through the tears, short with dark blonde hair standing in front of me. Blood pours from holes in her abdomen. "The—the name—"

"Whose name?" The voice is insistent.

"We're running out of time." A man's voice cuts into my thoughts. "Either we get the serum or we kill him—"

"Her," I point to Natalie. The code is her.

They shoot at her again and again. I can hear the sound of the bullets. They hit hard things and softer things.

"Hold your fire!" Someone screams. "Tris," the voice continues. "you don't know what you're doing—" The name confuses me for a moment, then registers with me. It's not Natalie that I saw.

Natalie is dead. The words form in my brain. I still hear her screams, as she died in front of me, yet not in front of me, but somehow I start to remember that Natalie is already dead.

Another shot. Another scream. This one is not Natalie's.

I move quickly towards Natalie, Tris, whoever this woman standing before me is. Her arms wrap around me at the waist. They are harder, more muscular, than Natalie's were when she would hugged me, before she left forever for Chicago. There is a gun again at my head. I struggle to comprehend what is going on.

"Fire, and I'll shoot him in the head," The voice is low like Natalie's but it's off just a hair. Who has me? It shouldn't be a hard questions. I should know the answer. I knew it just a moment ago.

"You wouldn't kill your own leader," another female voice, higher than the last one, retorts.

"He's not my leader. I don't care if he lives or dies," the first voice continues low and evenly. "But if you think I'm going to let you gain control of that death serum, you're insane."

Death serum? The words repeat in my head, trying to finish unlocking the secret of what is going on to me. I am moving backwards, and all I feel is pain. A whimper escapes me. Whoever this is stays behind me. Keeps the gun pointing to my head.

There is another ring of gun fire. My other leg gives way as I scream. I fall out of the arms that hold me and onto the ground. Another shot sounds and maybe another. Through the pain I'm not quite sure how many I hear.

I feel like I am being choked, but I am moving.

Someone is running towards us. It is the Dauntless soldiers determined to finish off what they have started. No, my mind begins to clear. They gave me a serum. Fight it David, I tell myself. Fight it. I am surrounded. Soldiers grab me. Bureau soldiers grab me. My mind struggles to comprehend what just happened.

I scream again as I see Natalie standing before me with accusing eyes. Blood drips from her wounds. I caused this. I am to blame. They lift me, and I am being carried away from her quickly. I look back, and it isn't Natalie that I see. It's Tris.

Tris threatened to shoot me to keep the weapons lab safe. From what I retain of her voice, she meant it. She would have shot me, killed me to keep them out. I have to remember that. Tris understands what Natalie didn't that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.

I know what to do with her.