Divergent FanFic – How Allegiant should have ended

Tris POV:

"Caleb," I say, "I love you,"

His are full of tears, "I love you too Beatrice,"

"If I don't survive," I say, taking a deep breath, "Tell him that I didn't want to leave him, ever,"

He just nods, emotion overwhelming him, I kiss him on the chin, the only place I can reach, and I'm off towards death.

I round the corner and fire two shots, both of them hitting two of the guards, my Dauntless training paying off, my breathing is even and I am calm. I duck into another corridor as the hail of bullets follows me, I was expecting that, my heart is still in my mouth, I hope Caleb has enough sense to bolt.

I know the path I must take, rounding each corner robotically, I only speed up when I hear the guards' voices at the hallway behind me. I begin an adrenaline-powered run, I'm surprised at how fast I'm moving, I think the guards are too. My blood pounds in my ears, loud enough to forget the pinging of the bullets around me. I release a few more shots behind me, I don't expect any to hit but they do complete the task of making their fire more sporadic.

Guards appear in front of me, I've been outflanked. I have no choice, brute force this time, I fire several shots, all of them hit their targets, I cringe at their pain-riddled screams.

I get this weird urge to shout Caleb's name, to check if he's ok, I must assume he must be, he won't be able to hear me anyway. I can't get distracted anyway.

I grab the explosives out of the bag and set them on the door, primed to go off. I find a little section of the hallway that will give me some protection from the blast, I'm not sure how powerful the explosives are, only that it is probably quite high looking at the door they have to get through. I cover my ears with my hands and set off the detonator, the ground shakes around me.

Four POV:

"Shit!" I say out loud, just realising something.

"What?" asks Christina, suddenly worried.

"Tris, she won't let Caleb go into the Weapons Lab, I've just realised that," I say, in panic.

Christina's face pales in the same realisation, "Go, and God help you,"

I nod and begin pelting it back towards the compound, it's not very far, we only just set off, I just hope I'm in time.

Tris POV:

I'm thrown back by the explosion, even from my protected position, right into a pack of guards. Luckily they were about as dazed by the explosion as I was, I've lost my gun though, no time to find it when everyone around me is armed and prepared to kill me, I must go into the Weapons Lab without a gun to defend myself.

I'm still dizzy from the explosion, I'm not running as fast as I did either, I hear guards telling me to stop, I ignore them, knowing what is coming next. I feel a sledgehammer hit my shoulder, not that one again. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground as I scream in pain. I have to keep pushing though, if I stay here I die.

I throw my body into the Weapons Lab, the death serum making an instant impact. I'm suddenly way groggier than I was before, my thought processes are slower too and if I spoke it would probably be a slurred mess. I am not dead though, I can still carry out my mission before the death serum inevitably takes me.

It takes a couple seconds for the black spots to stop dancing and I get a clear view of the Lab, weapons and serums are everywhere, I hear a hissing, must be the death serum leaking from the room through the hole in the door, that buys me some more time. The longer I am in here the less death serum I have to contend with. My steps are still faltering though, I feel the familiar trickle of blood down my back.

I take a couple seconds to remind myself of who I am, Dauntless, no, my Dauntless side got me here, a new part of me must take over, Abnegation, I am sacrificing myself for my brother, protecting him with my love, just like my mother and father did for me. I will myself forward, I know where the panel is where I can shut off the release of memory serum. The death serum is like a fog, if someone entered the room I wouldn't know except for the tap of shoes on the floor and without a weapon to defend myself with I will be dead if someone approaches me now. I'll be dead for sure before long.

I spy the panel in the fog, it emits a little bit of light and it acts like a beacon for me, I stagger towards it, becoming less coordinated by the second. Now I must activate the third and final part of me, the Erudite, despite how much I hate it, it is part of me, the Erudite know what is always right and always wrong. Wiping an entire city's memories is most definitely wrong, let alone all those people are my friends.

I don't have time to put on the suit, I'm too far gone now, I can hear guards' footsteps behind me, I begin working on the vestibule and the panel.

Four POV:

I see guards at the gate, I manage to spin a convincing lie to let me back in, they recognise me of course and are only too happy to help, lucky break.

As soon as I am inside alarms start to blare. Tris, they must have realised what she is up to. Guards approach me, I run at them, my Dauntless fighting training taking over and I take both of them down, taking one of their guns. I run down towards the Weapons Lab.

I find Caleb.

"Caleb!" I say, catching his attention, "How long has she been in there?"

"She hasn't gotten in yet, I haven't heard an explosion," he says, almost in hysterics, "How did you know that she would take my place?"

"It doesn't take too much thinking to realise she would never let you in there, she loves you Caleb," I say, trying to keep calm. As soon as I have finished speaking an explosion rattles our feet.

Caleb's head snaps up, anything he wanted to say next has already left his brain, he grabs me intensely, "Go," he says, I nod an run off in the direction of the Weapons Lab, I still might be too late.

Tris POV:

I collapse to the floor once I have completed my mission, my body spent.

Then I realise the most important part of me, I am Divergent, I am free.

Ninety-nine per cent of my body is screaming at me to just fall asleep, let the comforting darkness take me, that final one per cent is asking me to keep going, I follow its orders. I realise I'm no longer capable of standing anymore, my legs won't cooperate, instead I drag myself towards the doors. My legs are dead weight.

The fresh air feels like candy in my lungs, I can breathe freely once again.

"Hello, Tris," says someone on my left, I'm collapsed on the floor, luckily my face is facing upwards, I at least have some ability to look at whoever is speaking to me.

I lock eyes with him, through the haze I see that it is David, he looks upset, I wonder why. My head is very fuzzy.

"How did you inoculate yourself against the serum?" he asks me. He is bound to a wheelchair, he deserves everything that he got, I have no idea how I ever felt sorry for him.

"I didn't," I say, speaking the truth, I don't have enough brain power to come up with a lie.

"Don't be stupid," he spits, "The death serum would have killed you as soon as you entered that room, the only person with access to the inoculations is me,"

I have no words, no inoculation was needed, I am still alive. I can't concoct lies but I can still make him angry, buy myself some time before help I know is not coming can save me, "All I know is that I am Divergent, like you are, maybe you're not as genetically pure as you thought,"

His face reddens with rage, "Good one, Miss Prior, but that no longer matters,"

I am now confused, my brain no longer connecting the dots, "What do you want?"

"I've figured it out Tris, you can't fight back, just give up," his words spur me on.

"No," I say simply, some of the fire of life returning to my ravaged body I decide to continue hurting him, "You are responsible for my mother's death, you designed the attack simulation, you're responsible for my parents' deaths,"

It's as if he exploded, "I am not responsible for their deaths, it was their own stupid decisions that got them killed, I told her to get her family to a safe house, but she didn't, she was foolish! She didn't understand sacrifices were for the greater good, it killed her!"

David loved my mother, of course he did, it's the only reason for his extreme reaction, "She married my dad, David, you know there was no feelings on her side,"

"That time is past,"

All this time David has been creeping ever closer to my fallen body, the black box is within reach, I lunge for it, using up all the strength I have. I hear a gunshot, pain rips through my side. I enter the code and it beeps open. I hit the green button.

I hear multiple gunshots. Although none hit me. David is slumped over in his wheelchair. Definitely dead.

I see a familiar face, we get to see each other before the blackness takes me.

Four POV:

She is completely limp in my arms, no amount of shouting will wake her. I managed to inoculate myself just in time, I have no idea how Tris survived that long without one. She is still alive, but only barely, her heartbeats are achingly far apart and her breathing is extremely weak. She is still holding on though.

I meet up with Caleb, Cara and Christina, they faces all pale when they see her, she's inhaled too much death serum to measure and she's got two serious bullet wounds, one fired from about ten centimetres from her. Cara has got bruising on her face, so does Christina, they must have fought a few guards, kept them from coming this way.

As soon as we turn the next corner we meet up with a doctor, escorted by Matthew, they're both in hazmat suits, "she's covered in death serum," the doctor explains, I tell her I've been inoculated and she tells the others not to touch her. Otherwise they die too.

I hand her over to the doctors. I hope she lives.

A MONTH LATER

Well, she is alive, although her heart stopped twice on the operating table. She's currently in a coma, we have no idea if she will wake up or not, we are getting brain waves but they are weak. She's hooked up to a multitude of different monitors and machines, the most intrusive being the ventilator shoving air into her lungs. She was on an artificial heart for a little while too, although her heart is beating by itself now, has done for the last couple of weeks.

The high amount of death serum in her body has since made its way out of her system, she had to be on a special dialysis for it since the serum is designed so that the kidneys don't get rid of it. And besides, she's only got one functioning one, the bullet that hit her side went straight through it, there was no way it would be salvageable so the doctors removed a lot of what was left.

Her wounds were treated and luckily Caleb has the same blood type as she does and the blood transfusion went well, she's now stable. Everyone is still here, Zeke and Hana came over to say their last goodbyes to Uriah, they haven't shut off life support for him yet, I think they want Tris to say goodbye too, which might or might not happen. Shauna arrived with Hana and Zeke too, despite their protestations, nothing will stop that woman. She's put her nervousness about Divergence behind her.

Everyone is a bit stressed, loss over Uriah and maybe Tris, whose life still hangs in the balance, which is slow torture. Christina and I are there almost the entire time, hoping against hope that we can be there when she wakes.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Everyone has their hopes up at the moment, it looks like Tris might be waking up sometime soon. Three days ago her brain waves suddenly spiked and they've stayed at that level since, they spike again when someone talks to her, which means that she might be registering something in her brain, even if it is just her subconscious.

The doctors have ordered that only one familiar face should be with her when she wakes, everyone decided it should be me. The doctors have gone through everything with us, she is likely to be disorientated, confused, probably scared too when she wakes up, my first job is to calm her down and keep her calm, she's still very fragile and the stress of waking up could be an issue if Tris panics too.

Everyone is ecstatic to see her, luckily they all understand the fact that she can only have one visitor at a time, everyone has seen how fragile she is at the moment, which is very weird as I've never thought of her as fragile. I must now though, she's got a very long recovery period ahead of her. I'll have to hide my pain for her as she battles with her own.

Her eyelids flutter.

Tris POV:

"Tris," says a husky voice I very much recognise, Tobias. I can't quite locate him though, my eyes are having trouble focusing on anything.

Grey outlines begin forming in my vision, one is very familiar, "Hi," I say, well I try to say it but my throat is extremely dry and uncomfortable and I barely whisper, he seems to hear it though.

He places his hand on mine, I calm down almost immediately, I have no idea where I am, or who is with me besides Tobias, "You've been asleep for a while, you're perfectly safe Tris," I am comforted by his voice and his closeness, I wonder how long I've been out.

"Where?" I ask, that might help with how confused I am.

"We're in the hospital wing in the Bureau," I immediately start to panic upon realising where I am, this place is bad, "It's ok though," Tobias says, "It's not the Bureau anymore, they relinquished control over Chicago after David died, everyone just keeps calling it that,"

I finally manage to focus on Tobias, he looks the same as I have always remembered, although he does look more tired than when I last saw him, he seems delighted though, I think me being asleep and unresponsive was a form of torture for him. I realise where I am, the hospital bed is soft and smooth under me, I can't move my right arm, not that I would want to anyway, it hurts like hell, my side does too. My right arm has got a multitude of tubes connected to it as well, that is where the pinching feeling is coming from, I don't know much about hospitals but if it is in me it probably needs to be. It isn't something I should be worried about. It's the first time I've noticed that three of the fingers on my left hand are strapped up too, I must have broken a finger too, my index finger on my right hand is also connected to some kind of monitor. There is beeping all around me, there are a multitude of machines around me, I must have been very sick to require this much intervention.

Tobias hits a button under my bed, "It's just to call a doctor, they'll explain everything better than I can," Tobias says, with a smile, he caresses my head, it feels amazing, I close my eyes, savouring the feeling. God I love this man.

A blonde woman in blue scrubs enters the room, she must be the doctor Tobias mentioned, she smiles at me when she sees me awake, "Ah, Tris, it's good to see you awake after all this time, we've been used to one way conversations," Tobias chuckles a little bit.

She sets herself next to Tobias, which means I don't have to look up as much, which is hurting my head, we're at eye level now, much more manageable. "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that ok?" I try to nod but the muscles in my neck are stiff from disuse and they don't let me, I have to resort to trying to speak again, which isn't pleasant, "Yeah," I manage to get out, she's going to have to live with one word answers for now, it doesn't seem to bother her though.

"Are you in pain?" she asks, that's easy to answer, most definitely yes.

"Yes," I say, I try to hide it like always but I can feel that Tobias sees right through me.

"You've got another dose of pain medication that will be administered in a bit, which should deal with the pain, tell us if it isn't. The pain is just in your shoulder, side and head isn't it?"

"Yeah," it gets a little bit better every time I speak, I'm becoming more confident.

"I know this is a lot to process at the moment but I'm going to ask a couple more questions,"

I motion her to go ahead, "Do you recognise this person?" she asks, gesturing to Tobias.

"Yes, I do," I say, beaming at him, I see a weight come off both of them.

"That's very good, do you know why you are here?"

I don't I try to stay calm, I have no idea why I'm in hospital, "No," I take another shaky breath, "Should I?"

The doctor doesn't seem too bothered about this piece of information, "Not necessarily, its actually very common for people who have been through trauma, like you have. It's where your brain blocks the memory to protect you while you heal, it's perfectly normal, I'd be more surprised if you did remember," Good news, finally, "What is the last thing you remember?"

I wrack my brain, going over the last day I remember, going through each motion until I come up blank, "I remember breakfast," I say, it's the earliest thing I can think of, "After that its blank, then I'm here," I say, very croaky.

"That's fine, I've got some ice chips on the way here, it will help with the discomfort, you were on a ventilator for a while, which is why your throat feels so bad,"

At that moment a nurse in purple scrubs comes in holding a Styrofoam cup, which must contain the ice chips that the doctor mentioned, I need to get her name actually, can't just keep calling her doctor. The nurse has a naturally kind face, kind brown eyes and bright ginger hair, she looks like someone I could like. The nurse gives the cup to the doctor.

"Right, I think we'll let Four here give the chips to Tris, make him feel useful," she hands the cup to Tobias and reminds him to feed me very small pieces to prevent me from choking, his hands tremble a little bit at the mention of me choking.

The ice chip feels incredible on my throat, a very happy noise escapes me as I open my mouth for more, Tobias chuckles a little bit at my eagerness. Ooh! I almost forgot, "I'm sorry, I can't just keep calling you doctor," I say to the doctor.

She giggles a little bit, she seems to be a happy soul, "I'm Dr Jacobs, I'll be your doctor while you are here in the hospital,"

Once Tobias has finished feeding me the ice chips Dr Jacobs stands up again, "I suggest you have a rest Tris, you'll have to get used to getting tired easily for the time being," she's right, this five minute conversation has me utterly exhausted, I close my eyes almost immediately, letting myself drift off again.

Four POV:

I have my girl back, she's awake again, well not right now, she's out for the count currently, but she is no longer in a coma, today has been a wonderful day.

I honestly had a couple of heart-in-mouth moments in our brief five minute conversation, she recognised me after all, which according to my research wasn't a guarantee, she could have had amnesia and not remembered a thing. Not remembering anything about that day after breakfast didn't bother me, it was very likely to happen, I had prepared for that, if she asks I'll explain it to her, it might come back to her anyway. My second heart in mouth moment was when Dr Jacobs mentioned Tris choking on the tiny ice chips, I didn't think it was possible with pieces so small but she has been on a ventilator for six weeks after all, her swallowing reflex might be a bit rusty.

I walk back into the dormitory we all share, it's more of a living area really, there are beds at the far end and we have a kitchen and a sitting area, everyone is around the seats, chatting away. They all turn to me when I enter the room, I can't wipe the smile off my face, "She just woke up,"

They all squeal and shout in celebration, I manage to calm them down in time to explain the situation, "Right, she has no memory of anything past breakfast that day, so please only mention it if she asks, she might recover that memory on her own as well, she's asleep again, Dr Jacobs is still restricting her visitors to only one person at a time, she's a bit disorientated as well so be careful with her, she only managed a five minute conversation with me earlier, don't expect her to be talking a lot for a while. Just be gentle with her,"

Zeke wraps his arm around my shoulder, he looks tired, of course he does, he has seen his brother, who might as well be dead and he has seen Tris, one of his best friends, narrowly escape the same fate, "It's ok, we all understand, she's still fragile and vulnerable, we get it," his brow furrows and a grin appears on his face, the first in weeks, "Mind you, I don't think Tris'll be fragile and vulnerable for very long," I get an image of Tris, being, well Tris with the hospital staff, apparently everyone else gets a similar image and we start laughing.

This is a good night.

Tris POV:

-Two days later-

I've been improving every day, I can stay awake for longer, about fifteen minutes now, I've still only had Tobias visit me, he's still very strict on my visitors, I'm only allowed one after all and a few need supervisors to stop them from being overwhelming for me, no matter how good their intentions are. Looking at you Christina and Zeke.

I'm still connected to the IV tube and various other tubes, the one that I really want out is the catheter but I'm unable to move my legs, like at all, I can feel everything that touches them but I can't move them, which is a worry. I'm internally terrified that I won't be walking again. I'm already tired of being in hospital, I'm not being fed proper food either, I'm getting all my nutrients from the IV tube, luckily I'm allowed to drink by myself, although I have to be under supervision when I do, just in case I choke.

I have realised that there are a few blank spots in my memory, Tobias doesn't seem too worried about it though, I can be filled in by either Tobias or Caleb, it's likely they were present for the memories I have forgotten. I am feeling a lot less disorientated than I did when I woke up, which is another good sign, I still can't move my right arm but I really don't want to, my shoulder still hurts. My side still hurts like hell too, Tobias said that the bullet went straight through me, leaving both an entry and an exit wound, it also passed through my kidney, destroying it in the process, luckily he assured me that I can function perfectly fine on just one kidney.

I'm still deemed as unstable and I'm under constant monitoring, the beeping of the machines is starting to get to me.

Four POV:

FIVE MONTHS LATER

We've moved back into Chicago, we decided to return to my old apartment in the compound, Tris is still in a wheelchair, she can't walk yet and her legs aren't cooperating. The doctors have been all smiles and happy with her, although I think she's figured it out, at least some of it anyway, the doctors have been realistic with me, we have no idea if she'll walk again, it's doubtful, but possible, which means there is still hope.

She's really tired of being a dependent, something her and Shauna have bonded over, since they're both wheelchair-bound. Luckily Caleb and Cara are working on something, a machine robot thing that will let them walk by themselves, well it'll walk for them, there'll be a long adjustment period but they should get used to it, they'll be ecstatic when they hear it, they've been dying for a bit of independence.

Tris was in hospital for another month, she would have been out sooner if she was capable of walking and going to the bathroom by herself, any blank spots in her memory have been filled, there are a few interactions with her parents that no one could confirm or deny, since she is the only living participant in those conversations, she takes the comforting route and decides that they're all true, she is definitely still grieving over their deaths, as well as all the friends she lost along the way.

People are moving into New Chicago as well, bits of the city that weren't occupied by any of the factions before, it's a whole government project, renovating the city, it's kind of an enclave here, the usual discrimination and segregation between GD's and GP's don't exist here, everyone is viewed as well, normal. Tris loves it, everyone is Divergent here.

We take each day as it comes, we don't go outside the compound very much, it takes Tris a little while to get up and going and she doesn't keep going for as long as she did, one of the after effects of the coma, it's slowly getting better though and we can do more as she doesn't need to rest as often, she's still upset about the fact that she can't do certain activities because of her limited mobility. It is getting better though, she kicked me in her sleep a few nights ago, she was hurt because she had kicked me, even though it was out of her control, she was ecstatic about the fact her leg moved on its own though. We told Dr Jacobs and she was similarly excited, I think she likes Tris as a person too.

TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER

Today is Tris' 19th birthday, and I intend to surprise her. She has since moved out of the wheelchair, against the odds, although we still use it for longer journeys as she can't walk very far, even with the assistance of a cane, which she hates with about as much passion as she hates the wheelchair. We have managed very wobbly walks on her own inside the apartment though. Her face was gripped with concentration when she did it but afterwards she couldn't get that shit-eating grin of her face for a week. Everyone was ecstatic when we told them, they couldn't not notice that grin she couldn't wipe off her face.

She declined Caleb and Cara's walking assistor thingy, she wanted to get there herself and by the time they had finished she was beginning to get out of the wheelchair as well, they understood of course and they weren't going to attempt to change her mind. Shauna took it as soon as it was available and she has become quite competent with it already, she's not as mobile as she once was but it's better than when she was in the wheelchair, she's less of a handful for Zeke too.

"You done yet?" I ask, going to the bathroom always takes a while for Tris, her legs aren't very coordinated.

"Done!" she says, with a sense of accomplishment, going to the bathroom by herself was one of the last things she mastered and she's still proud about it, she really hated the catheter.

She's pretty steady on the cane now, she was very wobbly before and it has saved her from falling a few times as well, she always takes up the opportunity to lean on something else though. She still leans on it quite a lot though, which is the main concern for the physio since that can cause imbalances which will hinder her walking unassisted.

I crack out the wheelchair and her face falls a bit, "We're going out somewhere young lady, I don't want you to over-exert yourself,"

She has no idea what I've got planned of course, everyone else does of course, I had Zeke run on ahead and get the emergency generator up and running, we're going zip-lining. Tris hasn't gone on it since initiation and I've decided to try and get over my fear of heights, for her.

We get to the trains without a hitch, we went with Christina and Hana, Hana's going to go to the bottom of the wire and Christina is coming with us, Zeke, Shauna, Caleb and Cara are already at the Hancock Building waiting for us. Tris' face lights up when she sees where we're going, "Are we getting on a train?" she says, beaming at me, she hasn't been on one for over two years, she's had to watch them go by.

Then her face settles on something sadder, "How am I getting on? I can't exactly run,"

I kiss her on the forehead, "I've thought of that, we're walking from here, I'll carry you as we get on the train ok?"

She nods, "I trust you,"

Hana sees us off and takes the wheelchair from me, she'll be at the bottom with it, the walk back is a decent distance as well and I definitely believe that Tris can make that distance but it will take her a while and the wheelchair will be quicker.

She takes the cane from the side of the wheelchair and I scoop her up, giggling away, she can't contain herself, neither can Christina, she's giggling with Tris, their friendship is as strong as ever.

Getting on and off the train was a little awkward and a bit stressful for me, I had to be absolutely perfect on the landing otherwise I would have dropped Tris, she didn't seem too bothered by it.

She spots the Hancock Building, her eyes alive with the spark I saw in her from the start, "Are we?"

"Yes, we are," I say, reading her mind, she pulls me into a big, sloppy kiss. "Get a room," says Christina, half-heartedly, this is one of Tris' dreams, to be able to go zip-lining again.

We are met in the lobby by the others, they can't contain their excitement for her either.

Tris is going to go third to last, before me and Zeke who is manning the line, she seems nervous, "How are my legs going to get in?"

"I'll help you, it'll be fine," I say, "You don't trust Zeke to do it?" I say teasingly, she just rolls her eyes, sufficiently comforted, her confidence in her mobility took a big hit and it's a project of everyone's to boost it.

My only regret is going to be not seeing her face when she ends, I can already picture it though, pure ecstacy.

Strapping her in takes a little longer than everyone else, she lets me and Zeke manoeuvre her legs for her since she can't see where they are going and if she can't see them they'll be going everywhere, she seems ready though.

"Ready?" asks Zeke.

She nods at him, "Ready,"

He beams and pushes her off, I hear her scream in delight as she flies down the line.

Tris POV:

Best birthday ever.

TEN YEARS LATER

"Nat, Andrew! Be good for Uncle Zeke and Aunt Shauna ok?" I say, I don't believe their smiles, they have inherited a lot of the Pedrad capability for mischief, drives their poor old mother crazy.

"Yes, mum!" says Nat brightly, she's my first-born, now five years old, she's named after the most wonderful women that were in my life, she is Natalie Marlene Lynn Prior, her brother, who turned three last month is Andrew William Uriah Prior, it was my and Tobias' way of commemorating the friends we have lost. We got married six years ago and I announced I was pregnant with Nat a few months later.

I hug Zeke and Shauna, "Thanks for taking them tonight, you're amazing,"

"No worries, have some fun," says Shauna, they've got two kids too, Poppy and Matty, who are four and two respectively.

I kiss Tobias on the cheek and we're off, it's our anniversary and we want to do something special, without the kids, although nothing too special, I am seven months pregnant after all, "Where are you taking me today?" I say flirtatiously, never been brilliant with that.

He grins, "Eat cake," he says as we walk down towards the canteen. The factions were abandoned when Chicago was discontinued as an experiment, people from outside of the US began moving here, reinhabiting areas of the city that hadn't been lived in for years. Me and Tobias still live in Dauntless, along with most of the rest of the faction, I couldn't bring myself to live anywhere else, although we've got a bigger place than Tobias' old apartment, it wouldn't have been able to handle the new arrivals.

"Good, you successfully guessed my craving, I love you," as he puts his arm round me. I've been walking without any assistance from a cane for almost eight years now but I still struggle with being pregnant and I'll probably have to start using a cane again in the next couple of weeks, which sucks because I hate using the cane but it's better than falling over when I'm nine months pregnant, and anyway, it's more of a waddle than walking at that point anyway. Naturally Tobias is terrified about that.