Hi everyone! Last big chapter, any of you feel sad? Well I do, I really liked writing this for you all.

Edit: Some serious writer's block is fucking me over in the Divergent fandom. I can't seem to think of anything now a days. So I'm really sorry if this seems rushed but I really am stumped.

Paring: Eric/Tris (Beatrice Prior)

Rating: MA

The Divergent Trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth.

It was heavenly in her opinion; the darkness surrounding her was warm and thick, as if she were lying on a cloud. She was devoid of all pain and suffering, but most importantly she was alone. Even though she didn't want to be alone anything was better than the pain.

Here she could pretend that Kilian and Eric were with her and that they could be a family.

Even though she knew that she was wrong it was nice to believe, right? Every now and then she could feel herself get moved around and she did nothing in response, just hoping that the people touching her would leave her alone. Eventually they did but then she would be wanting for them to come back, well to be truthful a small amount of her did.

If anything she wanted to hear Kilian and feel the rough pads of Eric's fingers graze her cheeks. Though she had no strength left in her to do anything but succumb to the overbearing pull of this dark haven.

She knew she was not always alone, there was someone constantly with her as she slept. What she didn't know was who the person was, sometimes she thought it was Tori when it was Christina. Then she would think Will was there when it was Max. Other times she would now its Kilian and Eric by the soft weight on her arms and the gentle rumbling of Eric's voice.

Outside of her haven people did indeed visit her constantly, many children and many adults had come to see their favorite tattoo artist. Often leaving flowers or get well cards that she never knew about. Time was irrelevant to her and weeks passed with her making no signs of ever waking; it had seemed to the Erudite doctors that she had given up her will to fight.

Some had hypothesized that her time away from Dauntless and in captivity had broken her down, and most likely destroyed her mind. Others thought that the torture that might have been inflicted on her caused her brain from responding to any attempts at waking her. Eric, however, did not care about the theories that others made, nor did he care about the pity others were bestowing upon him and Kilian.

All he wanted was for Tris to wake up.

Nothing big right? Apparently not, since she had yet to wake and would not for a while.

On the subject of a 'while', Eric had been with little Kilian for a while and noticed that he was exactly like Tris. He may have brown hair but those eyes were all Tris and he was glad for it since it helped him and the kid get along better. They sorta made a little schedule in the weeks after Eric had been discharged and undergone physical therapy.

Wake up and drink coffee, wait for Kilian to get up, feed him, change his shitty diaper, put him to sleep, get his paperwork done, feed Kilian again, and again, change his diaper, visit Tris, put Kilian to sleep, then go to bed, and start the cycle over again.

He had grown used to it though he wished that his fair haired fiancee was with him.

Hell, he wished that he could finally marry her!

"Wake up soon," he said to her one night as she lay prone in her bed. The once long hair had been shaved in order to stitch any head wounds, and her ring finger were her ring once sat had been amputated. The first two digits were gone, leaving just enough room to put on a ring. There was that to look forward to, he had the chance to give her another ring.

Properly this time, and not by just putting it on her finger while she's in a coma.

"Still not awake?" he turned to see Max. When did he come in?

Eric had been loosing track of time and all sense of being whenever he came to visit Tris. The leader had been shirking his duties as of late, trying all he could to keep Kilian happy and to ensure Tris was being taken care of. "No," he answered shortly. Max nodded and pulled a seat up so he could sit next to the young leader, and promptly sighed.

None this young should endure such torment.

Yet they had, and by all odds Tris had survived even by a thread. It was miraculous in and of itself that she had lasted all those days without eating or drinking. Tris had truly been content to just wither away, unable to bear the burden of this world. Her fiery soul had been snuffed out and all her passion had wasted away.

"Do not worry, Beatrice is a strong girl."

"Tris is. Though she prefers to be called Tris rather than Beatrice. She'd rather cling to any Dauntless characteristics."

"The kid doing well?"

Kilian was doing well but even the babe knew there was something missing in his life; the missing presence of Tris had truly been felt by all. He needed her the most probably, even if she had only held him a few times in his few months of life. She was the light of their lives and without her nothing seemed worth it after all, it was as if they were living in a monochrome world.

"Doing better than I am," Eric groaned as he listened to the steady beat of Tris' heart.

"In time your wounds will heal as will hers."

"I can't tell if your an Erudite or a Dauntless with that kind of philosophy."

"Smart ass."

Ever so slowly Eric was getting better even if he couldn't see it. He was becoming more sarcastic and spiteful as he had been before Tris' initiation, or a 'smart ass that needs to get his damned head out of the clouds' as Max put it. While he was coming out of his 'shit storm' as he so lovingly called it, Tris was sinking further and further into the recesses of her mind.

It seemed as if she was never going to leave it.

Then as the days passed followed by weeks, she did.

~.~.~.

"Little steps, little steps."

"Don't tell me to fake 'little fucking steps'!"

"I'm telling you to take little fucking steps!"

"Please refrain from yelling at the patient."

"How the hell are you guys even doing this?"

"Babadada! DADA!"

It was complete mayhem in the physical therapy room and the poor physician was at her wits end. Though she was happy to see Eric finally out of the dumps this was kind of pushing it. Tris was getting frustrated at the fact that her legs were cooperating with her and Eric was frustrated that she kept trying to overwork herself. Little Kilian was chewing on the ear of his teddy bear and Max was just wondering what the hell was wrong with this family.

Seriously, how could they stand to fight like this?

Or were they fighting? Hell he didn't even know anymore, and decided to roll along with it. Listening to Kilian babbling was much better than listening to Eric bitch, though it was funny to see the intimidating leader hover constantly over Tris. The woman was once more confined to another wheelchair and hated every second of it; however she was allowed to roam the Pit and cafeteria every now and then. Kilian was on her lap whenever she went out and Tris was fiercely protective of her child, and barely let anyone she didn't know hold him.

Kilian on the other hand was soaking in the attention she was giving him and was a bouncing baby boy, literally. Since she couldn't chase after the toddling baby Eric did so for her and was ran ragged sometimes.

Despite all these little things life had certainly brightened for the small family.

"FUCK!"

For the most part.

"Screw this shit, I'm sitting down," Tris grumbled as she ran her hand through her short hair. The blonde tufts were barely able to reach her ears and she always complained on how she missed her long hair. Sometimes Eric could hear her grumble 'They didn't have to shave it all off'.

"Are you done for the day?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry," Tris told the doctor and the woman nodded as she jolted down some notes on her paper. Eric perked up at the mention of leaving the medical bay and stood from his chair while cracking his back. Max also stood up while scowling at Kilian as he pulled on the piercing in his ears. He cursed silently as Tris made motions for him to give her back Kilian.

The woman smiled as she helped Tris to her wheelchair before pushing her forwards to Max so he could give her her son. "I expect you here Saturday for you mental check up and for some more physical training." Tris nodded and let Eric push her out of the room with Max following them, his day off was usually spent with his wife or with the family.

Not that he favored them more than others or anything, well lets just say it s good that he wasn't a Candor. He'd be fucking kicked out of that faction before he could say 'Candor'.

"You want me to cook food or do you want to go down to the Canteen?" Eric asked Tris.

"I'd rather eat with everyone else, if you don't mind."

"I don't, little guy might though," Max looked to Kilian and the baby was hiding his head in the crook of Tris' neck when he heard Canteen. His brown hair was hidden in a little black cap as to protect him from the cold weather beginning to set in. Though the baby had grown very shy all of the sudden and was rather intelligent for his age.

As the good times began to set in there were two people in hell; a mother and her son had both been corrupted and homicidal. Four more so than his mother and his Abnegation upbringing had done nothing to nip the evil in the bud. His insanity was nearly palatable at this point and he had been deemed unfit for any kind of rehabilitation.

He was incoherent at best and ... well let's just say that it is better to be ignorant than to know the truth.

Evelyn, Four's mother had finally cracked and told her name after the first three week, was more responsive than her catatonic son. However she refused to speak at all until there was a trial, then Marcus Eaton had started to stick his nose in Dauntless. The Abnegation man was stunned to see his presumably dead wife clean her fingernails with a toothpick.

"Grooming oneself is vain," was the first thing he said to her after years of not seeing her. Years of thinking that she was dead, and he admonishes her about vanity.

"Go fuck yourself," came her response.

Marcus left immediately and denounced his family without another thought; which made Four's sanity deteriorate at a faster rate. If they were to get any confessions from him it would be now or never. "Tris, Eric," Max began as they walked down to the Canteen capturing their attention immediately. The two looked over their shoulders as Kilian play with the cap on the top of his head. "I hate to spring this on you two after weeks of recuperation, but..." he trailed off.

"But what?" Eric nearly growled.

"Ever since Eaton came and stuck his big ass where it shouldn't be, Four had been steadily going downhill," he began but Tris cut him off.

"And?"

"And, if there isn't a trial soon then he can't legally be sentenced since he will have to plead not guilty by reasons of insanity," Max felt much better now that that was lifted off his shoulders. Though he felt like shit when he saw Tris' eyes darken and her hands began to shake violently. "Ah ah ah," he began reassuringly, "You don't need to testify since Eric can for you. I'm sure he would. Wouldn't you Eric?"

"You know I would."

Though Tris didn't hear their calming words; to her it wasn't anything like the balm of Gilead. Instead it was as if poison was overwhelming her and she just sat there and let them push her forward.

Kilian was the only thing she saw, he was the only thing real in her world.

~.~.~.

She was numb as she watched four guards prod the two monsters toward the Chasm, it didn't even register in her mind that Four was screaming at her. Eric stood in front of her protectively and Kilian was whimpering as he clutched at Tris' growing hair.

The trial had been fast and unanimous, the two were sentenced to death faster than you can say 'execution'. Though it left her feeling horrible instead of feeling justified, all of this could have been avoided. It had all started way back when, a smile on her face and a piece of Charlotte's Dauntless Chocolate Cake. Now it ended with a death sentence without a goodbye.

Back then all had been okay, even if Eric had been alone at the time; no one had been hurt nor killed.

Peter: Dead

Amazon: Dead

Aiden: Dead

Four: Going to die

Evelyn: Going to die

Tris: Mentally Unstable, Physically Dependent on Eric

Eric: Mentally Dependent on Tris

Kilian: Healthy

Max: Aged (beyond belief)

This was all that came out of that one night of partying, just a few shots and a bad mistake later it led to this madness. If only a few choices had been changed and a few choices had never happened then who knew what would be. She wished she could have changed things.

"Butterfly effect," she whispered to no one as they herded Four closer to the Chasm.

Then the man fell, and Tris was glad that his voice was drowned by the roaring waters of the Chasm. Next was his mother, and she went without a fight; all the strength had been sapped from her body over the months of inactivity. Once more the moving rapids had taken away all sound of her ever being, then its just her, Eric, and Kilian. The guards leaving and the family was just there, Eric in relief and Tris in her memories.

Something that she had been doing recently.

It would take her time to recover with the help of some medicine and good ol' fashioned love, but she'll never be the same naive girl that jumped down into Dauntless. No she was changed though she had no clue if it was for the better or worse.

Eric had changed as well, always making sure Tris was okay for his own sanity and her own as well.

They all have been changed.

~.~.~.

It takes her years to become an image of her former self, learning to become more independent while her eyes shown a new depth to them. She has wisdom now but she also has a side of her only her family could see.

Kilian was four.

She was eight months pregnant with triplets.

Eric was littered with tattoos, some were tattooed by her and most others by Tori.

Things were going fine.

Ten years later Tris finds herself pregnant again, this time with one (thank god).

The triplets Hadrian, Gabriel, and Finlay were little shits that dyed their hair constantly.

Kilian, who may have been the most honest person not in Candor, was relatively normal as well as selfless like his mother.

Eric was just damned tired of paperwork, and secretly he was tired of trying to solve Tris' cravings.

Though to this day Tris remembered what she had thought of at Four's execution, if she could have changed things. Well, she found that she wouldn't since if she did she wouldn't be surrounded by her loved ones and faction.

"Fuck the Butterfly Effect," she tells herself as Eric chases his sons around.

"What?"

She doesn't answer Eric, but Eric knows.

He knows.

He was glad that he was able to fix something shattered.

Eric had no clue where he would be if he didn't.

In the end they were all shattered, but they had been fixed.

I'm really sorry that it got all rushed but I am running out of steam for this story.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

And for those who want an Epilogue it is coming.

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