A/N: I don't know what year Divergent takes place in, but if Clary is 24 this year (2015) then I'm going to say she had at least one kid by then. So it works out that her great-grandkid(s) would be born around 2100. So this is going to take place exactly 100 years from now, in 2115, when Clary and Jace's great-grandkids are about 15/16 (sorry if it's complicated, I was trying to make it as accurate as I could). Also, this takes place in New York City, not Chicago.

Simon Lewis woke as the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, as he always did. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Exactly 5:00 A. M. He got up and dressed in his always-immaculate blue uniform. At promptly 5:30 A. M., he was walking through the doors of Erudite headquarters. He was sitting at his desk by 5:35, ready to start another long day. He had done this for years, almost 75 now; the same routine every morning, every afternoon, every night. And he was absolutely sick of it. But it had been his choice, and living like everyone else in Erudite was enormously preferable to living alone and always thinking about her… he shook his head and got to work.

He had only chosen Erudite because he had no choice. He couldn't go to Dauntless, which was where most of the immortal Downworlders had ended up. It was the faction where most of them felt comfortable. Some even thought that the Dauntless traditions were inspired by the ways of the Shadowhunters.
But even a faction founded on bravery wasn't completely comfortable. None of the other inhabitants of the city had any memories of before the factions. None of them knew about Shadowhunters and Downworlders. So they blended in, trying to stick together in their factions. But it wasn't always easy, because they never aged. Suspicions would arise when people realized that some members of their factions were not getting any older. Then they would have to hide, either in their factions or in the factionless sector, where the New York Institute still stood. After the factions were created, the new generations of Shadowhunters granted the Downworlders access to their home when people started paying too much attention to the vampires, the werewolves, the warlocks, and all of the other immortals. Peace had finally come between the Shadowhunters and the Downworlders. Even the vampires and werewolves had created a truce, though there was still some tension between the two races.

But Simon did not join the others of his kind. He couldn't go to the Institute or to Dauntless. Because he knew that if he did, if he walked into either of them, he would expect to see Clary and Isabelle sparring in the training room; one short with fiery red hair, and one half a foot taller and with jet black hair, yet they were a perfect match when they were fighting. And Jace and Alec, who he hadn't liked very much, he would still be glad to see them and watch them practice together as parabatai. Instead, he would walk in and see strangers, the ghosts of their ancestors. Clary and Jace's children, grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren by now.

He would never again see the sparkling green eyes and frizzy scarlet curls of his lifelong best friend, or the chocolate brown eyes and long dark locks of the love of his life. Because Clary and Isabelle were dead, gone, and so were too many others- his mother and Rebecca, Jocelyn, Jace, Alec, Eric, even Magnus, who had found a way to give up immortality to live and age with his beloved. Izzy was gone, everyone he knew and loved was gone, and they were never coming back.

Maia Roberts, on the other hand, woke up at approximately 8:42, having stayed up late the night before. She would have slept in later, but she had work to do. She stretched and wrapped her long, tan arms around Jordan, who was still out cold.
"Wakey wakey, my little wolf. We have a long day today" she whispered in his ear. She heard him groan, but he smiled lightly as he awoke.
"Sorry, honey, I was tired last night. I don't know about you, but I need a little more than eight hours of sleep at night.

"I know, Jordan, I have for almost a century now, as you well know" she replied indignantly. She felt the vibrations as he silently chuckled against her body. "If you want, we can just go right to sleep tonight…" she said slyly. He flipped over so he was facing her.

"You know that's not what I mean." But he could see the ghost of a smile on her perfect lips and the twinkle in her eyes. He kissed her lightly, then got up out of bed. Maia admired his body as he stretched and went to get his clothes. After Maia got up and they took a shower, they got dressed: Maia in her favorite long skirt (with leggings underneath it of course, even after 100 years that habit would never change) and a light cotton blouse, him in his worn out brown cotton shorts and a tan t-shirt. They slipped into their shoes and headed out to work in the fields for the day.

After the war against Sebastian and his army, things had settled down for a while. Jordan had narrowly escaped death after Sebastian had snuck up on them at the ruined Praetor Lupus headquarters. One werewolf had managed to escape the fire and survive, and he helped Maia after seeing that her partner was an ally, and most likely the only other member of the Praetor left.

After that, Maia had decided that even though she had not fully forgiven him at the time, she realized that she still loved him after his near-death encounter. So they had dated, and eventually Jordan proposed, which Maia happily accepted, and they got married soon after Maia discovered that she was pregnant. Months later, Maia gave birth to a healthy baby boy. They had originally thought that they were too young to have children, but being werewolves had caused them to realize that even though it was still early in their relationship, they would have plenty of time to mature. Of course, Maia had to give birth outside of the hospital, to prevent people from knowing that she had given birth at age 16, even though she should have been 25. They had lived a happy life and had many children.

But then there was another war. A long, bloody war that resulted in the creation of the faction systems. Nobody remembered what was outside the fence. Except for the Shadowhunters and Downworlders. They knew they weren't alone, and desperately wanted to break out of their prison.

Today is the day. The day when the brother she has known her whole life will leave forever. She knows that she is being selfish, but she doesn't care. She had always known that he would be happier if he left, but she still wants him to stay. Today is the day that Valentina Herondale's brother Jonathan will leave Abnegation.

"It's all right, Val" he'd said yesterday, after the aptitude test. "You'll be fine. Maybe you could even come with me next year." That was the problem. If he was transferring to Amity, to Candor even, she'd follow him in a heartbeat. But he was going to Dauntless. She didn't doubt his abilities, since he had always known that he would transfer there. But she couldn't go there. She'd be dead in an instant. She'd disappoint her family. But she didn't want to stay in Abnegation either…Her thoughts were interrupted when John came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ready to go, Val?", He said softly. She almost laughed-what did he think? She was currently cocooned in her soft grey quilt with her eyes shut. She had been that way for almost an hour, refusing to move a muscle as she lay thinking about what life would be like without Jonathan Herondale.

He was the big brother who had never shut her out, who protected her and stood by her side whenever she was threatened at school. He helped with her homework when things got complicated, and always made sure to listen to everything she had to say. And now he was leaving and she would never see him again.