A/n: I do not own the characters or book of Divergent. Veronica Roth beat me to it. By the way, this story is a weird one. So if you hated Al, don't read this.

Tris stood in the bathroom recalling what had happened that night. She found out she was pregnant, and not with Tobias' baby. It was Uriah's, and she couldn't let Tobias find out, or he would slaughter them both, but mainly Uriah. It's always his fault, she thought. I just pray that he doesn't find out. His name echoed in her mind like a sound echoed in a hollow cave. Uriah. Strong, handsome, and hysterical were all part of his characteristics, but unfortunately so were irresponsible, immature, and untrustworthy. How could Tris ever trust him with another living organism? Well, she thought talking to him might be the best option.

Tris approached Uriah in the training room, gun in hand. When she walked in, he pointed it directly at her and pulled the trigger, but she ducked out of the way before it could manage to puncture her skin. "Uriah?" What the hell?" she shouted.

"Sorry Tris. I didn't see you there." He retorted back to her.

"What's your problem?" She asked him.

"I know, Tris." Uriah said.

"Know what exactly?" Tris said softly.

"I know it's my baby!" He shouted, maybe a little too forcefully, because he saw the look on her face when he said it. "What I want to know is, why didn't you come to me when you found out?"

"Found out what? That it was yours? That was out of the question. I mean, what if Tob- Four found out, huh? Then what? Then we would run away? As cowards? That's not my lifestyle choice, Uriah. And you know it." Tris retorted.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's not mine either. But let's not fight about this." Uriah said.

"Your right… But how will I tell Four?" Tris asked.

"I don't know. I just don't know." Uriah said, and then stopped. He knew exactly what to do.

"Uri, what are you thinking?" Tris asked slowly.

"In good time, little Tris-bug. In good time." Uriah said, an evil smile slowly making its way onto his face.

Tris found herself slowly creeping up to Tobias' door with a gun in her hand. What am I doing? She thought. No, no, this can't be right. I love him, and don't have a death wish on him. I just, I love Uriah more. I have to do this. Tris was scared, alone in this, and nervous about how he would react to the situation he was going to be put in. Because, if all went according to planned, she was going to fake her own death.

Tris slowly knocked on Tobias' door, with the gun in her leather, black, plat formed boot. He opened it slowly, but with more ease as he saw who it was. "Hey, love. What's up?" he asked, confused as to why his girlfriend had tear marks down her face.

"We need to talk, Four. Right now." She replied.

This time, he knew he was in trouble, given that she had used the name, Four, instead of Tobias. "What is it, love? Did I do something wrong?" He asked her.

"No, no. It wasn't you, it was me. Oh god, I sound like a depressed girl crying hysterically over the phone to her soon to be ex-boyfriend, holding a glass of wine. You know what, I'll just say it. I'm pregnant." She said.

"That's great! Why didn't you tell me sooner? It is mine, after all, and I want more than anything to have this child with you." He exclaimed, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend, only to be pushed away.

"That's actually why I came here to talk to you. It's not yours, Four. It's Uriah's." Tris replied, just as the fat, hot tears came rolling down her face. "I'm so, so sorry." And with that, she took the unloaded gun, pressed it to her temple, and pulled the trigger. As she fell to the ground, the look on Tobias' face was undoubtedly the saddest face ever. It was a cross between sad, angry, and confused. She sat in silence, with only the sounds of her weeping ex, and finally falling asleep.

Uriah was just going to jump off the chasm. "I've done it before, It will be fine." He told the worried Tris. But, in all honesty, he didn't know. He was scared, until Al helped him think of many ways to jump. Al could be at the bottom, catching him, they could put down a unreasonably large amount of pillows, or just not jump off. Uriah decided to go with the third one. He'd just shoot himself, like Tris, only not talking to a creature of the night. He would do it in secret. So all of a sudden, he pulled out his gun, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Only his was loaded.

OMG OMG OMG! Don't worry, I MIGHT not kill him. Yet. Probably not, I love him too much. But there will be much drama…

Also! If you read me and my wonderful beta's story, Perfect Two, expect the unexpected! I will update soon, I already have the story in my mind. LOVE YOU LITTLE MUNCHIEBOOS!

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