A/N: This story takes place near the end of Allegiant, when Tris enters the serum control room and finds David in his wheelchair there.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and blah
Chapter 1-
"I'm sad to say I'm not surprised to see you here."
I feel a mix of emotions: anger, fear, frustration, desperation. But I've made it this far and I'm not going to give up so easily. "David, you don't understand. I'll explain later but we have to get out of here. Now!"
David chuckles. "Nice try. But I'm not going anywhere, Tris. You have no proof. Speak now, here, if you can explain at all." Suddenly, I am awake, adrenaline coursing through me. Either I can lie and have a small chance at living, if he believes me, or I could run for the black box now and maybe get shot, and very possibly die. Neither of my options seem particularly appealing. David stares at me, questioning. He wants to believe me. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me on his side. I take a deep breath to calm my unsteady and heavy breathing. I can barely think straight, the death serum has definitely slowed down my brain process.
"I'm not with the GDs. The only reason I've been with them is because they've been blackmailing me with Caleb. You are right, David, they really are damaged." I try to throw as much hate as I can into the word damaged. My face burns, because I know that he is the damaged one. David nods. I continue: "But Caleb is still my brother, and I couldn't let them hurt him. I'm sorry." I pause because I am making things up on the spot and neet time to stall. My story is not really making much sense, but it's all I have. "They sent me here on a suicide mission to steal the serum. They gave me six minutes to take it and get out. Then they are setting off a bomb, regardless if I'm out or not. It's already been four minutes." I look down at my watch. "We need to leave now. Hold me hostage, whatever you want, to confirm what I just told you, but please, AFTER we get out. Otherwise, we'll both be dead."
David's facial expression hasn't changed a bit but I feel his mood shifting, no longer accusatory, but still not convinced. I decide to play my last card. I give him a pleading look and say "Please David. For my mother. For Nathalie."
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review or something... I already have the next chapter, and I'll post it soon! Thanks again!
