Hello again! I am so sorry for not updating for a while. I've been so caught up in school and my home life has been very tense. I know I talk like I have a fanbase and I actually don't, bare with me here. If you guys came over form The Darkest Generation, I will be reviving that self insert, and I'm also willing to take any reqests for the plot! Again, thank you so much for reading and reviewing, and as always, enjoy! :)

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Tris:

I mean Emma was right, there are some things we aren't addressing. Tobias and I haven't worked anything out, Emma and her parents have only gotten worse since she left Amity, and Christina, well, Christina seems to be doing pretty okay, but she hasn't been back to Chicago since we left three years ago.

I find Tobias leaning against a tree, one hand running over his hair and the other in his pocket.

"Hey," I say. He snaps out of whatever he was thinking about and pulls me to his side.

"Hey."

"How are you doing?" I ask.

He laughs before saying, "I'm not dead. You're here, I'm here, Christina's here, Emma's here. We'll be going back to Dauntless and Emma will go back to Erudite soon, we can finally start over."

I lean my head on his shoulder and hold his hand. "We'll go back and we can live in Dauntless how we were supposed to. I'll move into your apartment and we'll instruct the transfers together. And then after initiation you'll work in the control room and I'll work in the tattoo parlor. We can be happy. Dauntless."

"Dauntless," he says. "What about Emma?"

"She can't come with us. She'll go back to Erudite and she can research her Divergence, maybe. And I can get her to talk to… Caleb."

"Dauntless is already familiar with her, maybe they'll let her visit," Tobias explains.

"Maybe. I don't remember the last time I saw an Erudite willingly waltz around in Dauntless though. In ways we are opposites."

"She could actually fit in pretty well. She did just fine when she was with me and Finn." Finn's name feels like acid on my tongue. A damn traitor. I curse myself for not figuring that out. "She's good with a bow. She's also a martial artist."

"Oh? So that's how she was able to beat me that morning."

"I could've sworn I told you that," Tobias laughs.

"I don't know. She's a strong asset though," I say, turning to kiss him.

His breath whispers against my lips just before we are interrupted by a series of yells.

"Emma," Tobias says. "The huts here aren't exactly soundproof."

"Is she okay? Do we need to help her?" I ask.

"She wouldn't want us to see her like that. Who knows what her parents would do if a bunch of Dauntless walked through their door. It'll be over soon. I'd say give it about five minutes."

Four:

Sure enough, after about five minutes Emma comes striding out of the house, gun in hand. I never heard a bullet go off, but something about her posture makes her look both relieved and satisfied at the same time. She breaks off into a run, that looks more like a limp, and embraces someone at the end of the pathway. An old friend?

"Let's go," Tris says, tugging on my arm and running in Emma's direction.

Turns out it was Christina waiting for Emma. Emma looks like she's holding on to her composure for dear life. Her eyes are squeezed shut and Christina just holds her. I almost tear up at the sight of it. Emma understood the one thing Tris would never truly understand about me was the amount of pain I felt when I was just a kid.

Emma started hyperventilating then, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Christina led her away from the house toward the tree Tris and I were just standing by. Christina eased Emma down onto the ground and Tris ran up to them, taking Emma into her arms and trying to help her control her breathing, the way she once did in my fear landscape.

Christina jogged up to me. "What happened?" I ask.

"She told them the truth. All of it. It just seems like she's overwhelmed by the fact that she never has to see them again. That she won."

"I understand," I tell her. "On second thought, we're not spending the night here. We're leaving once she calms down."

We all just sit there, wallowing in the silence of the night.

Turning to Tris, she looks up at me and nods. Emma looks better, her face is all splotchy but at least she's breathing somewhat normally. I walk over and put a hand on Emma's shoulder. "How about we leave this all behind, leave your parents once and for all."

Emma looks up to me and grins. "Okay."

Tris helps her up and adjusts her so she's standing on her good leg and helps her to the truck. I get into the driver's seat and Tris gets into the passenger seat after helping Emma into the backseat.

"Let's get out of here," Christina says. "Let's get out of here and jump off a building."

We drive through the city and arrive at Erudite. Tris gets out to help Emma, but I stop her. "Maybe you should let everyone in Dauntless know you're alive and avoid Erudite for a while. I'll drive so we're closer to the tracks and then we can catch a train home."

She gives me a look and sighs. "Fine."

"That's okay, I'll just go by myself. Thanks guys," Emma says sarcastically, and she's out of the car before any of us can answer.

"Emma!" I call out. "Meet us by the train in two days at 11pm okay? Try to research your Divergence and rest."

"Yeah thanks Dad. I can take care of myself just fine." Emma snaps back, before making her way to the door.

"Hey, Emma," Tris interrupts. "Are you able to talk to Caleb for me? Tell him I'm okay?"

Emma stiffens at the name but responds, "Sure."

"Okay team," I say, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. "Let's go home."

Tris sighs and agrees, "Home."

Emma:

Limping back into Erudite wasn't exactly how I imagined my return, but right after Four, Tris, and Christina left, someone came out of the doors and ran over to me.

We were about the same height. She had chin-length wavy brown hair, and had a blue cardigan over her jeans and tshirt. It was at that moment that I realized I wasn't wearing any blue clothing, so being an initiate, I would look Dauntless since I was clad in all black.

"Initiate," she greeted.

"Hey, so I kinda need some help right now, so I would like to get inside and off this leg before I talk about anything."

"Sorry," she says hesitantly, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and walking back to the doors. "What happened to your leg Emma? You aren't supposed to be back for a couple weeks."

"How do you know my name?" I stamor. "And who even are you?"

"Right," she realizes quickly, opening the main doors. "I'm Lucie, one of the Erudite leaders. I helped a bit in the war. Not Jeanine of course, but I talked with Candor and supplied Dauntless with information."

"If you're an Erudite leader, then how come I didn't see you on Choosing Day?"

"So many questions," she scoffs. "Let's go to my office, so I can make sure you aren't a traitor or a spy, then you can interrogate me all you want."

"Interrogation for interrogation. What is this, Candor?"

"Knowledge and truth are often interlinked."

We reach Lucie's office, and my jaw drops. One of the walls is a floor-to-ceiling window, one is an entire bookshelf overflowing with books, despite the entire library all throughout headquarters. The wall behind her desk had two flags: one with purple, grey, white, and black stripes, one of each color; one with a pink, purple, and blue stripe. I have never seen them before.

"What are those?" I ask.

"They're pride flags," she explains. "One for asexual and one for bisexual. The term I use is biromantic asexual, but using them both seprerately makes it easier to explain. I was able to get them when I went outside the wall, in a city called Springfield."

"That's amazing," I say. "Nobody gets onto you for them?"

"No one ever comes in here, it's quite nice."

"Lucky duck," I huff.

"So," she says, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a butterfly knife. Lucie sits on the corner of the desk, flipping the knife in her hand. "What did you find outside the wall?"

"That's a cool knife," I say, "Knives are really cool."

"What. Did. You. Find. Outside. The. Wall."

"Oh, To- Four, just took me to the Bureau, and we found Tris Prior too. We just looked at whatever they were researching, genetics?"

"And none of that had to do with your Divergence?" Lucie smirks.

I couldn't fathom lying about it. "Some of it."

Lucie flips the knife closed and tosses it onto the table. "Speaking of Divergence, I am one. Divergent I mean."

She isn't lying. "And what are your faction aptitudes?"

"Erudite and Candor. Yours?"

"Same," I say.

"Anyway," Lucie says, changing the subject back. "What did you find out about your Divergence?"

"My genes… they're damaged," I state.

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know, maybe you should ask your entire bookshelf that question," I snap back.

"Oh please, take a look at the books. They're all fiction." Lucie assesses my limp and mutters a, "Be right back."

I limp up to the bookshelf, she has good taste. I haven't read all of these but-

Oh my god. She has my favorite series. Lucie has my favorite series.

Speak of the devil, Lucie comes back into the room, bearing a pair of crutches.

"Here, I know that your… bullet wound? Is higher up on your leg, but these should help with the limp so you can have extra support."

"Thanks," I say. "Hey, so I see you have-"

"Anyway, questioning," Lucie interjects. "I can trust that you aren't a traitor,well I mean that would be a bit hypocritical because all Divergents are basically traitors, but working with Dauntless? Isn't Dauntless the polar opposite of Erudite?"

"In a way, I guess."

"Alright, so you should head off to sleep since you still have initiation to catch up on. They moved all of the initiates into individual rooms so everyone can have some solitude. I'll see you tomorrow, and good luck on initiation! What are you going to be researching?" she asks.

"I'm going to see if I can figure out what caused my Divergence. So I'll probably be looking into their history, my genes, and the aptitude test."
"Well in that case, you'll need to work in private so you don't reveal yourself. I'm also rather curious about this so I can help you if you like."

"Sure that'd be awesome, thanks Lucie."

"Anytime. Goodnight, Emma."

"Goodnight," I say, and walk to my room using my new crutches.

My bedroom isn't anything too special. It's a simple square room with a full size bed, a desk, an empty bookshelf, an en suite bathroom. Everything is super minimalist. Classic Erudite. I walk, well, use the crutches, I don't know what to call it, and try my best to change my clothes and plop down on the bed.

This room, this is where my future begins.

But something feels… off.

I want to be Erudite, I really do, and maybe it's just because I'm Divergent, but there's something missing.

Where would I be right now if I had chosen Candor? Or stayed in Amity?

Forget that, Candor, sure, but Amity? I barely lasted my sixteen years. And I was rebelling. But my entire life?

I scoff at that and slowly roll over, minding my leg. I wouldn't last a day.

I am intelligent. I am honest.

According to the aptitude test, that's all I am, ever will be.

I am a coward. I am unkind. I am selfish.

I pull the blankets over me and coax oblivion to take me into its arms.