I adore all things Divergent but somehow I just couldn't accept the ending. I get the "bigger picture" of why Tris had to die but my world is just not okay if Four is alone. So I decided to re-write the ending. This is my "smaller picture" version. Hope you enjoy it.

PS: I do not own any of the awesomeness that is the Divergent Trilogy, but I have used some of the original paragraphs and dialogue…

Chapter 50

Tris POV

The gun goes off again.

More pain, and black edges on my vision, but I hear Caleb's voice speaking again. The green button.

So much pain.

But how, when my body feels so numb?

I start to fall, and slam my hand into the keypad on my way down. A light goes on behind the green button.

I hear a beep, and a churning sound.

I slide to the floor. I feel something warm on my neck, and under my cheek. Red. Blood is a strange color. Dark.

From the corner of my eye, I see David slumped over in his chair.

And my mother walking out from behind him.

She is dressed in the same clothes she wore the last time I saw her, Abnegation gray, stained with her blood, with bare arms to show her tattoo. There are still bullet holes in her shirt; through them I can see her wounded skin, red but no longer bleeding, like she is frozen in time. Her dull blond hair is tied back in a knot, but a few loose strands frame her face in gold.

I know she can't be alive, but I don't know if I am seeing her now because I'm delirious from the blood loos or if the death serum has addled my thoughts or if she is here in some other way.

She kneels next to me and touches a cool hand to my cheek.

"Hello, Beatrice," she says, and she smiles.

"Am I done yet?" I say, and I'm not sure if I actually say it or if I just think it and she hears it.

"Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well."

"No," says another voice. I see Tobias standing where my mother stood a moment ago. "You are not done. Not even close. You told Caleb that you didn't want to leave me. So don't."

I feel faint. Tired. There is a thread tugging me again, drawing me into my mother's arms. I want to go to her, to an embrace I have missed so much.

But I can't. Who would look after Caleb? He will be ostracized for not being here instead of me. And Christina has suffered enough loss. I promised her she would not lose me too. Then there is Tobias. He shouldn't have to be alone again. I am his family. I am his. So this choice is not mine to make.

Fight, I tell myself. Fight! I will myself to live. I force my divergent genes work for me. Help is coming.

My mother stands up and turns away from me.

"I love you," I tell her, tears streaming down my cheeks. "But I have to stay."

She turns and gives me one last look. "I am so proud of you, my darling, brave girl. I love you. Take good care of Caleb." Then she's gone.

Tobias comes closer and kneels in front of me. "They are coming," he says. "I am coming. Hold on a little longer." He takes my hand. "Don't leave me."

His presence makes me stronger. It reminds me of the time we spent in his fear simulation. How he sprang into action when Marcus started to attack me. He became alive as soon as he realized that I needed him. The tables have turned somewhat. He needs me to be strong now, to fight.

Breathing becomes more difficult. Staying focussed becomes more difficult. The warm darkness wants to claim me but in the centre of the blurred edges is Tobias. Always Tobias.

But then he starts to fade. I try to tell him that I love him. That I never wanted to leave him. He fades even more. I can make my name out on his lips. Then Tobias disappears altogether. But the space where he was is not empty. There is someone else, no a few people, with me.

I am safe. Help came.

Tobias POV

We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side, I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there's a bandage on her head, but that is not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face.

"What is it?" I say.

Cara shakes her head and starts crying.

"Where's Tris?" I say, anxiety gripping my throat.

"Tris went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. She survived the death serum, and set off the memory serum." Cara's voice falters. "She was shot. She lost a lot of blood. They don't know if she will make it – ".

I don't hear the rest. I am already running. It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb.

Of course she would.

I get to the hospital in record time. Somehow I get to her room. There are tubes everywhere. There is a beautiful beep that mimics her heart beating. She is still alive it reminds me.

Carefully I take her hand and examine the rest of her. I am struck by her beauty, something that the bruises and pale coloring of her skin can't erase. Her hair is messy with some specks of blood in it. I can see that someone has tried to clean her face a little. I feel a pang of gratitude. There were people looking out for her.

Unlike Caleb.

But I can't think of hurting him right now. It would be counterproductive. He must just stay away from me. It is his fault that Tris is here fighting for her life.

Christina appears in the doorway. Her eyes are filled with tears.

"No, you promised that you won't leave me," she tells Tris as she walks to her bed. "You come back to us or I'll have to beat you up." Christina's voice falters at the end and she starts to cry. "You promised…"

Cara walks in, Caleb follows her in. I cannot believe his audacity. He is the reason Tris is lying here.

"Whoa, Four," Cara says, her hands in the air. "Tris is here because of Caleb. Because she took his place in the mission and because he found her and brought her here. He saved her life. He knew what to do when most of the medical staff were still suffering from the effects of the memory serum. And many of them still are." She walks over to me and puts a hand on my arm. "Tris needs him."

I walk to Caleb and glare at him. "Do what you have to do," I snarl. "Then get out. You better pray she makes it."

P/B

It has been two weeks since Tris hijacked Caleb's mission and landed up in the hospital. Two weeks since I heard her voice. Two weeks since I've slept in my own bed. Christina and Zeke take turns bringing me clean clothes and food. That is so kind of them, especially since it takes them from Uriah. Hana and Zeke decided to only unplug the machines after a month of their arrival here. They needed time with Uriah and they wanted to make sure that there was no other option. It leaves them two more weeks.

The only time I am away from Tris is when I use the bathroom adjoining her room. And I wouldn't really call that being away from her.

She has shown no improvement yet. At least the doctors have stabilised since the memory serum was released. They are monitoring Tris closely. She is somewhat of a medical anomaly, having survived the death serum, and they want to find out how she did that. It seems like being Divergent is a lot more complicated than what the Bureau first assumed. It makes me hopeful that they are entirely wrong about the whole genetically pure versus genetically damaged idea. That they are wrong about me and about Uriah.

I don't allow the doctors and scientists to poke and prod Tris the way they want to. They are allowed to take a vial of blood every second day. No more. I am tired of their so-called experiments. They are here now to take yet another sample of her blood when something that they say startles me.

"It is amazing how the effects of one serum can open up a whole new world of serum discoveries." It is amazing how the effects of one serum can open up a whole new world of serum discoveries. Of course.

I need these people to hurry up and leave. I have to find Caleb.

P/B

"I won't hurt you, Caleb," I say when I see fear register in his face as he sees me. I walk in to the lab and he closes the door behind me. Caleb does not look convinced. He walks around a counter, putting a table between us before he speaks.

"How is Tris?" He sounds hopeful. Probably because it is the first time I have left her side. His eyes search mine.

"No change."

"Oh." He looks down. His demeanour shows how broken he is. Good. He should not forget what he did.

Instead of relishing in that fact, I get straight to business. "You worked with the serums in Erudite, right?"

He looks up. "Yes. Why do you ask?" Caleb's curiosity is peeked. How very Erudite of him.

"I want you to create another serum. It should work similarly to the serum we used in Dauntless. I want to go into Tris's head."

"What? You want to go in to Tris's head?" Caleb seems genuinely surprised, shocked and confused.

"I want to talk to her, like I did when we were in my fear simulation. I want to convince her to wake up. Somehow her choices have kept her alive. Now she should choose to wake up. I think Divergents have a special ability to control themselves regardless of what is happening around them, or even to them… I don't know how to put it in words. I just know it is going to work. It happened before when Tris got me out of Jeanine's simulation. She woke me up. Now I want to wake her up."

"But she managed to wake you up without being inside your head?" He does not sound convinced.

"She woke me up using something she saw while she was in my head. I need to go in to see what her key is."

I do not mention that it occurred to me that I will be able to go in to Uriah's head too. He is also Divergent. If this works then it will spell something else for me: redemption. But this means we have a time limit.

"You have two weeks."

"I can't promise that it will be done by then." Caleb is defensive, but his answer suggests that the cogs in his brain are already trying to find a way to create the serum.

"Your life depends on it." Hopefully that is motivation enough for him.