My first Trinine :)
I wrote it with Speisla Cartoon Cartoon. It started as a play we made in the Facebook, but it was so good that I decided to edit, add a few things and make it a short-fic. So, this story is mine and her. There will be 4 chapters.
One of my strategies in this fanfic was take scenes and dialogues between them in the book and '' romanticize them.'' You will recognize many excerpts of the book along this history. The title of this fanfic will make sense in the later chapters.
English isn't my native language, so forgive me for possible grammar errors. You can notify me about them and help me improve :)
I dedicate this fanfic to Speisla (my great friend, without which this story would never have been born) and to all Trinine shippers. I know they exist and are out there ;)
We (Speisla and me) hope you like it :)
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- Beatrice! Beatrice!? Wake Up! This isn't real! It's a simulation, you hear? A simulation!
Jeanine holds the two girl's arms, in a vain attempt to calm her.
Tris is stuck in the simulation for more than half an hour, and Jeanine is already at her limit. She feels that she will be unable to watch it for much longer.
- Beatrice?! Tris!Wake Up!
So, Tris awakens, with wide eyes looking all around, as if she had just come out of a nightmare.
She is pale, and her breath is an exasperated gasp. Her whole body is shaking.
- Maybe this hasn't been a good idea. - Jeanine's voice is just a whisper.
Tris sits and puts hands on her head.
- It's ok, I swear. It's just that ... it was so real.
Jeanine clenches her fists. Everything was her own fault.
Tris, in turn, is pale on the table, her face slightly damp with sweat, trying to control her breathing.
Jeanine looks at her heartbroken.
- I shouldn't have accepted it.
- It was necessary. - Tris responds, determined, while tries straighten the hair.
At twenty years of age, Beatrice Prior had very little of the shy girl who came from Abnegation. Tris was now strong, determined, confident.
Most of the time, this enchants Jeanine and made her proud. Most of the time, not all. And that was one of the times when she wanted to take back her shy and hesitant Beatrice, so she needed only say ''no'' to close the matter.
- We could have found otherwise.
- Baby, is meaningless to say that. - Tris insists - Is urgent find out how works the divergent mind.
- Nothing is more urgent than your life.
Jeanine helps her with hair. Tris has a burning desire to wrap arms around her neck and hug her, but she can't. This is no time.
Tris gets up, a little dizzy, and grabs the edges of the table to keep from falling. She takes a deep breath a few times, and soon as she feels sufficiently controlled, she looks up.
- Are you fine? - Asks the older woman, touching girl's shoulder.
Tris nods.
- Now yes.
Jeanine presses her lips together, anguished. Looked horrible what she had done with her girlfriend, even if that had been Tris's idea.
And she feels even more horrible and selfish because she is curious to know about the experience. The question was out of her mouth before she could contain.
- How was it? Were you aware all the time, right?
- No. - Tris shrugs - Don't all the time. From half, kind of. But this doesn't made the thing less frightening. There was so much water ... and those birds …
She winces.
- Okay. - Jeanine touches her arm in a comforting gesture. - Enough. Let's get out of here.
...
Jeanine turns out the lights and pulls her girlfriend out of her laboratory. Before closing the door, she looks at the inside. She never thought this could happen.
It's night, and there is no one in the corridors of Erudite building. Still, she takes the utmost care not be seen by the security cameras. And she knows exactly where is each one.
In the way to the home, Tris takes her hand and interlaces their fingers, resting head on her shoulder, trying to breathe the scent of her skin. Jeanine back to arrange her hair and accelerates the pace.
She doesn't want Tris know how much she's tense. It's not fair to put that weight on her shoulders.
It almost seems an irony of fate: the person who had taken possession of her mind and of her heart isn't just a divergent, but the stronger divergent of all time.
A cruel twist of fate. But there is nothing she can do about it.
Throughout her life, she always had a purpose, a single purpose: keep the city safe from the Divergents (or genetically pure, as they were known outside the fence). She was born for this. All the sufferings she had passed since childhood have had only one objective: make her strong to destroy the Divergents.
And she would have succeeded, if not for Beatrice Prior. The uncontrollable and wonderful girl that, with just one blow of her hands, had destroyed all the bases of her life and replaced it for something much simpler:
Keep Tris safe. Make Tris happy.
And in the end, that girl was divergent.
But Jeanine can't, don't want to move away from her. Tris had shown her what was happiness, what was confidence, what was love. She wasn't strong enough to give up Beatrice.
The time had come where she had to admit: Jeanine ''without emotion'' Matthews was weak.
She would have to find a way to reverse the divergence without destroying them. She couldn't turn into a monster, or would lose Beatrice for ever.
It made her tense and anxious. Almost desperate.
At the same time, she refused to let despair overwhelm her. It wasn't logical, if she was seeking answers. The despair only would everything more difficult, and failure wasn't a possibility.
Because she would never allow the fence was destroyed and Chicago was dipped in hell. She would never allow Tris was dipped in hell. She would rather die.
At home, the two are sitting on the bed. Tris has a cup of hot chocolate in hands, and seems fully recovered from the effects of the simulation. Nevertheless, the blame Jeanine feels doesn't diminish.
- What you concluded from today? - Tris asks, trying to sound natural, don't wanting Jeanine feel worse.
Jeanine moves on bed beside her.
- My conclusion is that I don't come to any conclusion. Your mind remains a mystery to me.
- And it frustrates you. - It wasn't a question.
Jeanine want to say no, but she knows that is impossible to lie for Tris.
- Yes. - She sighs - A little. But the frustration is nothing compared to my concern. I hate seeing you like that, suffering.
She cringes with the memory.
- You're forgetting your goals. - Tris notes - The greater good, you remember? I'm the stronger divergent that you know. I have aptitude for three factions. If you can understand how my mind works, you can understand the mind of any divergent. By God, I would tell you if I knew what the secret is, but I also no have idea. This means that we have no choice.
- Is strange hear my thoughts from your mouth. - She smiles tenderly at the girl. - I know, Beatrice. I'll find a way. Whichever.
- ''Whichever?'' - Tris leaves her chocolate mug aside. - What are you willing to sacrifice for it?
About a year ago, the answer would be ''everything'' unhesitatingly. Tris asks this question because she wants to confirm her suspicions: Jeanine's feelings, dormant for so long, are clouding her judgment.
- Almost everything.
- Almost? And if the only option is ... increase the intensity of the simulations?
- You already know the answer. - Jeanine's face is expressionless, but as always, her eyes denounce her.
- We need to try. It is the most viable option.
- You don't care about the idea of being with psychological traumas for the rest of your life, Beatrice Prior?
Tris let her guard down. Jeanine only uses her full name when she is irritated.
- Well, I'm sure you can think of something better. - She responds, equally angry.
All that Tris wants is protect the city. And Jeanine is losing focus.
Tris knew instantly that she had made a mistake. Jeanine don't replied her, her expression not even is changed. A slight tremor flows at her right hand, and Tris realizes.
- Jean ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
- I need chocolate.
Jeanine gets up quickly from the bed and goes to the kitchen. She needs to strive to don't slam the door.
Minutes later, both have cups of chocolate in their hands. Jeanine lets her hair down and takes off her glasses. Her expression is more serene.
- Forgive me for what I said. I really regret.
Jeanine shakes her head as if to say '' Forget it. ''
- It's ok. I understand that you aren't more comfortable than I with all this. - She takes a deep breath - But we'll find the solution together.
- I'll help you with everything you need. When you have a new version of the serum, we will try again.
Jeanine is calm and categorical.
- No.
But Tris don't gave up.
- Yes. - Her voice is even tougher and determined - Only thirty minutes, okay?
Jeanine thinks for a moment.
One of the things more astonishing about Beatrice is her incredible stubbornness. When she puts something in head, nobody makes her change her mind. Argue with Tris is, in most cases, frustrating and tiresome, and rarely has some effect.
- Fifteen minutes. No more than that.
- This isn't open for discussion. Will be thirty minutes. End.
Jeanine turns her eyes for Tris, angrily.
- You think it's easy for me to see you writhing in pain?
- It isn't pain, it is fear. This is different.
- Of course it's different. - Jeanine says without looking at Tris - Fear is more powerful than pain.
- Maybe you're right, but I can handle it. I'm strong enough. And then, it's not like if I were be executed after you finish your study. Maybe with some sort of ''death serum?'' - Tris frowns, now lost in her own reverie. She turns and looks at Jeanine with a real curiosity. - You never thought of creating anything like that, did you?
Jeanine is livid. She sends for Tris a look of incredulity and censorship.
- Okay. - Tris apologizes - It was a bad joke. But you know what I mean. I will not die in the process. And it will not be in vain. It will be worth it in the end.
Jeanine looks at her lover with eyes full of admiration.
- It's incredible how much you has absorbed with such passion my goals.
- Exactly. That's the funny thing about love. The world of the person you love becomes your world. Your world and your goals now are also mine. And isn't just that. I support you, mainly, becauseI believe in the things for which you fight. I want to protect my parents, my brother, my friends, all the people of this city. And above all, I want to protect you.
The Erudite leader is perplexed by that speech. Tris takes the opportunity to have the last word.
- We will continue with the tests. End of the conversation.
- How can you be so stubborn? It is a kind of talent of those born in Abnegation?
- No. - Tris replies - This is a talent of all Prior.
- That's not true. - Jeanine says smiling - Caleb is easy to manipulate, and your mom isn't as annoying.
- My brother isn't easy to manipulate.
- You blackmailed him for bring your lunch for you yesterday.
- You're right, but he's my brother. Doesn't count.
Jeanine laughs a little. This is Tris's favorite sound. Its rarity makes it special.
- Listen, I want to ask you something for a long time.
Jeanine feels a lump in her throat, but decides to no jump to conclusions. She nods to Tris, signaling for she ask.
Tris makes a dramatic pause and presses her lips together. Jeanine's heart accelerates.
- How could you fall in love with a genetically pure? - the older woman's eyes widen. First by surprise, then, by fury. - Because frankly, this is bizarre. I mean, you, of all people...
She grabs the nearest pillow and throws on Tris.
The girl seems not realize it, because she is too busy dying of laughter.
- Mockery is childish, Beatrice. It does not become you.
- Mockery is childish, Beatrice. - Tris repeats, imitating her voice of the best way she can. - It does not become you.
- Oh, cheeky girl...
Then she throws herself on Tris, knocking her back on the mattress, holding her by the arms. She kisses her hard, leaving the sweet taste flood her mouth.
For a moment, Tris gets carried away, melting between her lover's arms. She closes her eyes and corresponds to kiss, and Jeanine almost believes that won.
But then, somehow, Tris loosens herself of her girlfriend's arms, and throws herself against her, reversing the positions. Jeanine sees herself trapped between the incredibly strong girl's arms.
- Nice shot. - Tris whispers in her ear - But if you want control me, you'll have to do better than that.
Jeanine's reply is categorical.
- That was only the beginning.
Using all her strength, Jeanine gets above again, starting exactly where she left off.
Their discussion ends there.
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Just to reinforce, Jeanine wants to reverse the divergence without destroying them. That is, she will not do anything bad. Otherwise, Tris never would help her. ;)