I have just finished reading Allegiant, and I am having a difficult time accepting the ending. It took me maybe a week and a half to read all four of Veronica Roth's books in the Divergent series, and I find myself still addicted. There was so much more that I wanted from it, that despite Veronica doing a wonderful job, I cannot accept it. I am not here to criticize Veronica's work, and I am not here because I think that I am a better writer. I am here because I have to give myself some closure and put into writing how I would have liked for Allegiant to end.

It's been a very long time since I have written. I have been a member of many different forums, written under many different names and been a member of many different fan clubs. Many have felt that when I do write, I don't write nearly enough because they are left wanting more. All I ask is that you bear with me. I am very very busy between work, college and life. I am very open to constructive criticism, so feel free to leave me your comments/thoughts/feelings/etc. I always love to receive feedback.

This story picks up after Tris's confrontation with David in the lab. Like the original story, it is written from both Tris's and Tobias's points of view. I hope you enjoy my take on the ending, as well as my furtherance of their story.

xoxo Tris4Eaton

**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Divergent or any of the characters. This story is not affiliated with any other story that shares its name. This story contains spoilers, so if you have not read all of the books, do not read this story.

TRIS

I've never spent this much time looking in a mirror. There was only one mirror in my Abnegation house, and I was only allowed to look at it for maybe a minute, and only a couple times a year. If I tried to look into it for too long, my mother would give me a strained smile and close it. After coming this far, though, it seems silly to worry about how much time is spent looking into a mirror: there's much worse to worry about. When I joined Dauntless, I never imagined that I would be where I am today. This is the first time that I've looked at myself in the mirror since that fateful day - the day that I walked into a wall of death serum. I shouldn't be alive. No one should be able to survive the death serum, Divergent or not. And as if that wasn't enough, no one should be able to survive the wounds that I suffered. But I did. I shouldn't be alive. But I am.

I slowly slid my arm out of its sling and examined the now-healing bullet wound in my shoulder. At the time, I didn't think it was that bad, but looking at it now, I know that I was delirious. They had told me that the bullet had gone through-and-through, but I thought that they were exaggerating when they'd said that before the hole was mended, my bone was showing. I closed my eyes as I relived the first bullet. I had been shot before, but it had never felt like that. I quickly opened my eyes and stared at the rest of my body. I stared into my own eyes for a few minutes. I shouldn't be alive. I shouldn't be alive, but I am.

I slowly lifted my shirt to observe the wounds that were on my abdomen and torso. There was a large bandage covering my right side and I knew better than to remove it. That bandage was covering the hole that formed as a result of my body falling onto a large piece of glass - glass that was shattered from all of the gun shots. They told me that if I had fallen just slightly to the right, one inch to be exact, that the glass would have punctured my lung. I stared at the bandage for a long time, thinking about what would have happened if I had let Caleb go inside instead of me. Caleb betrayed me. Caleb betrayed our parents. Caleb was still my brother, the only family that I had left. I couldn't let him go in there just because he felt guilty. I've been in that position, and after some of the things that I've done, I shouldn't be alive. I shouldn't be, but I am.

As I crossed the room to place the sling on my empty hospital bed, I thought about Tobias. I haven't seen him since that day. I know he's probably furious at me, thinking that I was just being reckless by going in there. He has to be furious, because he hasn't come to see me in here. Christina came almost everyday, as did Zeke. Caleb came a few times, mainly trying to figure out why I had saved him. He stopped coming, though, after I told him to stop crying and to man up. I know I shouldn't be so hard on him, but sometimes I get tired of having to baby him. I'm sure that's how he felt when he had to look after me for all those years, though. I shouldn't be so hard on him, especially because he at least came to see me. My traitor brother came to see me, but my boyfriend didn't. But that was about to change today.

I took a deep breath as I prepared to leave this room for good and be greeted by the man that I haven't seen in two months. I stopped in front of the door and ran my fingers through my hair. I've never really been too concerned with how I look when I see Tobias, because he's seen me at my absolute worst, but being that I haven't seen him for two months I feel like I need to look as decent as possible. I cautiously stepped outside the door, and as I approached the end of the hallway, I took a deep breath. I released it slowly as I rounded the corner, only to be let down when I saw Christina standing before me and not Tobias.

"Look at you!" she said with a large smile on her face.

"Hey," I said weakly, "I thought...you said..."

"I know," she said flatly. "He was going to. He came to me last night and asked if I would come get you because there was something that he had to do. He said he might meet us for dinner."

Might. More often than not, when Tobias said might, it meant it wasn't going to happen. He hates me. I can't really blame him, though. After everything I've done, of course he would think that I went in there because I was being reckless. In fact, it's been two months since that day: he's probably already moved on. I shook the thought from my mind as Christina led me out to a truck.

"You know how to drive?" I asked her.

"I know how to drive, yes," she said. "But you'll want to wear the seat belt."

I felt like I was going to throw up throughout the entire drive. When we got to the fence, Christina blew past it like it hadn't previously signified the end of our world. I grimaced at the thought of going back to the city. I wasn't sure that I could stay on the other side after everything that happened, but I wasn't sure that I could stay in the city either. I had hoped to talk to Tobias about it, to see what he thought about it, but since he never came to see me I never got the chance. I didn't want to mention it to Christina. Her family is in the city and I know that she feels she has to be there to protect them. Even beyond her need to protect, though, lies the attachment that Dauntless initiation was supposed to break. It at least felt good to know that I wasn't the only one who hadn't become unattached.

We finally came to a stop just outside the compound. Being at Dauntless headquarters again felt so weird. Christina had mentioned on the way here how Evelyn took over the old Erudite building - Jeanine's office became her sanctuary. The factionless took over the rest of Erudite and she left Dauntless open for anyone who was "illogical enough to stay there." It's ironic how she feels that living in Dauntless is illogical while she inhabits the office of the woman that she fought to destroy.

Walking through the compound, I recognized many faces. None of them spoke. They all walked past me as if they had no idea who I was. As if I wasn't the one that saved all of them. As we walked past the chasm, memories flooded my mind, but the one that stood out the most was the precious moments that I spent with Tobias as we sat on the rocks and kissed. I doubt I will ever get to relive those memories. We joined Zeke and Shauna in the cafeteria. Uriah, Lynn and Will missing from the group made my stomach ache, but the other person that was missing made me want to disappear. Tobias was nowhere to be found. Christina sensed my discomfort and smiled at me weakly as she grabbed a roll off of the plate in front of her. Tobias hates me.