I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.

Only the idea of combining the two and placing characters in their respective places is mine.


Another part of the ball, Mrs. Prior was speaking to Sir and Lady Black about Mr. Alan, who had gone looking for Beatrice, yet could not find her since she had been secluded in her walking with Mr. Eaton.

"Mr. Alan is such an agreeable and sensible man. And I daresay he will not find a better wife than our Tris," Mrs. Prior told Lady Black. "He favored Shauna at first, but Mr. Pedrad was there before him."

Little to her knowledge, both Mr. Eaton and Miss Caraline Pedrad had been nearby the conversation.

"That will be an excellent match," noted Natalie. "That should throw the girls in the path of other rich men," she continued laughing with Lady Black.

Caraline gathered her sister, Molly to her to discuss on what she had just heard. Lauren and Christina had tasted wine at the dinner table and had been flirting away with several of the officers, which Beatrice had noted that Caraline and Molly were also speaking most animated about.

"Edward," Lauren laughed and fell upon his lap. Beatrice was quite appalled.

"My dear cousin, is that Mr. Tobias Eaton," Mr. Alan asked as he had entered the room next to her. Beatrice turned from the scene to see Tobias walking towards Caraline and Molly about to discuss the spectacle that was either her mother or her sisters.

"Yes that is," Beatrice nodded.

"I must make his acquaintance."

"No, sir, I beg of you," Beatrice began. For she had not about enough of her relatives this evening. However, it was too late. Quickly the man had made himself over to Mr. Eaton. Caraline turned to Beatrice and walked her way.

"What interesting relatives you have, Miss Bea," she smiled, yet Beatrice knew the way in which she spoke was to belittle her. "A mother who is a very avid conversationalist, two sisters who are quite the friendly sort, another who is a songbird in the making, and," she turned to look at Mr. Eaton who was obviously bothered by Mr. Alan's approach. "A outstanding, moral upholding clergyman."

"Perhaps, I shall introduce you to him," Beatrice attempted to deflect the attention away from her. But to no avail.

"There is no need. I have seen enough," Caraline smiled wickedly and walked away. Beatrice turned quickly to see Shauna still in deep conversation and sitting close to Mr. Pedrad. Hopefully he had not taken notice of her family's lack of appropriateness, especially for Shauna's sake.

The next morning as the family was eating breakfast at eleven in the morning, Mrs. Prior as well as Lauren and Christina suffering from slight headaches, the result of too much wine the night before were eating their meals slowly.

Mr. Prior was reading the paper, contemplating on something other than last night's events, while Myra had been playing at the piano. Shauna and Beatrice were sipping their tea and eating toast when Mr. Alan decided to make himself known.

"Mr. Prior," he said standing straighter. But no one seem to take note of him. He cleared his throat once more and stood in the middle of the room this time. "Mr. Prior, I would like to speak with Miss Beatrice Prior."

Mr. Prior folded his paper and finally his, as well as his entire family, had set attention on the young clergyman.

"Alone," Mr. Alan said more confidently.

Beatrice sat there in shock. She turned quickly to her father, but it was her mother who answered.

"Of course, Tris would love to speak with you. In to the kitchen everyone," Natalie ushered her daughters out. Quickly Beatrice grabbed onto Shauna's hand.

"Shauna, sister, do not leave me," she whispered. Shauna just smiled at her. Shauna knew what was coming. There was only one reason why a man would ask permission to speak with a woman alone. At least a respectable man.

Shauna however, was ripped out of Beatrice's grasp, leaving Beatrice to turn to her father.

"Papa," she mouthed to him. "Stay," she pleaded.

"Mr. Prior," Natalie called out to her husband.

Andrew looked down at his daughter and gave her an encouraging smile before disappearing as well. Beatrice stood up to depart.

"Tris, I desire you stay there and hear Mr. Alan," her mother insisted as she pushed Beatrice back down in the chair, rushed out the door, closing it behind her. Leaving Beatrice and Mr. Alan in the dining room alone.

Beatrice sat quietly as Mr. Alan placed a delicate daisy on the table next to Beatrice's hand, which she quickly retreated and placed in her lap, refusing to touch anything from her tedious, monotonous, and lack of statuesque relation.

"I'm sure my intentions cannot be mistaken. Almost from the moment that I stepped into this house, I have sought you out as the companion of my future life. But before I am run away with my feelings," Mr. Alan started as Beatrice turned to look at him.

She did everything in her power not to laugh at this moment. Mr. Alan, to her, lacked passion. How could he run away with his feelings?

"Perhaps I shall state my reasons for marrying. First, that it is the duty of a clergyman to set the example of matrimony in his household. Second, I feel that it will add deeply to my happiness. Thirdly, which I should have mentioned first, is that it is at the urging of my esteemed Patroness Lady Evelyn that I find myself a wife."

Beatrice looked away. Of course it was about that woman and impressing her.

"My object in coming to Abnegation was to find such a such a wife from among Mr. Prior's daughters, since I am to inherit the estate and the match would suit everyone," he finished.

She could not help but to glance up at Mr. Alan once more. It would not suit her.

"And now nothing remains, but for me to assure you in the most animated language, the violence of my affection," he said calmly for one who claimed to be struck violent with affection. Mr. Alan even looked a bit smug. Certain that Beatrice would agree because of her situation in life.

"Mr. Alan," Beatrice quickly stood up from her chair as Mr. Alan knelt down on one knee. Her heart pounding quickly, not for excitement, but in anger.

"As to the subject of fortune, which you lack," Mr. Alan started. Beatrice started to turn red with heat. "I shall never bring reproach on that score once we are married."

"You are too hasty, sir. You forget that I have given no answer."

"May I add that Lady Evelyn will approve of you, once she sees your modesty, vivacity, and other amiable qualities."

"I am honored by the proposal, but Mr. Alan, I'm afraid that I must decline it," Beatrice gave her answer, hoping that he would stop.

"I understand that it is the custom of ladies to reject an offer when it is made, for fear that they may seem too eager," Mr. Alan said with a small smile.

Beatrice dropped her jaw in shock. Was he just implying that she was playing hard to get? "Sir, I am being perfectly serious. You are the last man in the world who could make me happy and I am convinced that I am the last woman who could do so to you," her voice raising a bit. She was not intending on being friendly for long now that he had implied that.

"You flatter me more, my fair cousin," Mr. Alan smiled again. "For I am convinced that another proposal of marriage will never be made to you, considering your situation in life, your lack of fortune, your minuscule inheritance."

"Mr. Alan," Beatrice had had quite about enough of his talk.

"Consider too, Miss Beatrice, my situation in life, my standing with the noble family de Johnson, my promising prospect of inheriting this home. I highly doubt that a young woman such as yourself, could receive a better one. So it must be that you simply wish to increase my love by suspense. Meaning that I shall lead you to the altar before long," he concluded by grabbing onto Beatrice's hand.

Beatrice pulled it back fiercely. "Let me make myself clear, Mr. Alan. I am not the sort of female to play games on respectable men. Please understand me when I say that I cannot accept you."

And with that she took off from the dining room, hearing her mother call for her to come back.

"Don't worry, Mr. Alan," said Mrs. Prior who was listening in on the conversation through the door and then had taken to chasing Beatrice down. "We'll have this situation dealt with immediately."


I decided to explain why I chose certain characters for their spots...

Like the Divergent books, I thought that I make Al play Mr. Colins. So in combining the two, just as Elizabeth in Pride & Prejudice found Mr. Colins to be odd and how Tris found Al to be too gentle for Dauntless, I decided that making Al into Mr. Colins just fit right. Yes, I changed the name to Mr. Alan. (I found that it fit a bit better, in my opinion)

Cara wasn't too fond of Tris in the Allegiant stories, so yes I made her play Miss Bingley and changed her to Caraline. In the book as well as two versions of the movie, I found that besides bring one sister with him, Mr. Bingley (or in this case Mr. Pedrad) brought his married sister, whose husband was considered rude and distant, therefore Peter and Molly.

Back to the story... What do you think? Will Beatrice/Tris be told to marry Mr. Alan (Al)?