Sorry for any typos. Here's Tris and Tobias' daughter, Natalie's viewpoint. I enjoyed this chapter a lot, it's a longer one. leave me a review with your thoughts.

Chapter 7

Natalie

From the looks on both my parents' faces, they reacted just the way I thought they would. My father's furrowed eyebrows are exactly like my brother's next to me. Nearly identical and stern, they are staring at each other deeply. While my father has shock his eyes, there's also a wondrous gleam inside them too. My mother is gripping his arm now, she is blank and her face is paler than ever.

Christina's is hugging herself against the wall, eyes darting wild across the floor and then up at my parents. Zeke's eyebrows are jumping up and down with his eyes and he is muttering something only he can hear.

"I know this probably is a lot." I say my voice clear. It feels good to be honest with them. Well begin to be honest, any way.

"You have questions."

Tris and Tobias, well, Mom and Dad say nothing. They just look at us like we're sprouting five heads. It sends a wave of emotion through my stomach. I guess I was expecting them to embrace us and hug us. But those parents. The ones I know. Do not exist yet.

And may cease to exist completely.

Tobias, my brother, tenses up next to me and he sighs. "It may be hard to believe, but this is not a simulation. You are not dreaming. You are not hallucinating. We're real."

Dad steps forward slightly, Mom releasing his arm slowly and absentmindedly as she stares at me. He looks down at the floor and breathes deeply.

As he looks up, there's a smirk across his face. His teeth were shiny and glossy with the pouring sunlight inside the top of building.

"So where's the part where this is over, huh? Is this another Bureau control experiment? You got sent in from the fringe, right? I don't think so, not this time."

I looked at him and chuckle slightly. "No. Nothing like that."

"You don't fool me!" He yells, his deep tones making me jump. I forgot how angry he can be and how it made him seem several feet taller than he was. His eyes were gleaming with rage.

"You almost destroyed everything. And you can't let us just try to live in peace. You have to come and try to destroy us some more. No. No."

He picks up the gun in one swift motion and fires at my brother. Christina screams and Mom falls backward slightly. But the gun firing isn't what takes them aback. My brother is still standing still, with his arms crossed, head slightly cocked, and scowling at our father. Dad looks at the gun then at my brother. There is a nickel sized hole directly behind my brother with thin spirals of smoke billowing out from it. He raises to fire again, but Tobias says "Don't do that again, Dad."

"Don't call me that!" He yells brandishing the gun wildly.

Tobias closes his eyes and then turns to me as he opens them. "Coming here was a mistake. We've probably screwed everything up by revealing ourselves to them. We should've just—

"We need their help TJ! Uncle Caleb told us to find them. He said if we didn't then we would fail for sure. We just have to convince them." I said sternly my eyes still focused on my father.

He says nothing and glares at me. He turns away from me and I see his hoodie is torn diagonally across the back. There's small strikes as if a knife travelled along his back, but as I observed it, it was fading away.

"Where did you put our bags?" He asks scanning almost frantically.

I point to the corner where some loose floorboards, scrap pieces, and a gray plastic cart with white paint marks was piled together. He walked toward them and Dad yelled "Move and you die!"

TJ glared at him lazily and said "Give it up, Old Man. If you were going to shoot me, you would've. My father doesn't wait if he feels there's a legitimate threat. You are not threatened by me. Perhaps scared and curious. But not threatened. Mom isn't even scared."

Dad looked over his shoulder at Mom who was staring at the back at him. Her eyes said keep the gun out, but also put it down. Dad chose the latter. I sighed with relief.

"What's your name?" Her voice came from behind him. Dad turned to her incredulously and said "Tris…you don't honestly…"

She ignored him.

I grinned.

"Let me see if you can guess. Remember you had to guess Dad's name by going through his fear landscape?" I felt myself pulling memories and stories she's told me as much as I can. I refuse to fail now. They will believe us.

Zeke said "Really Four? You never let anybody go through your fear landscape. Wow."

Dad rolled his eyes and growled slightly. The irritation and anger were making his ears go red. These were intimate memories they only shared, or rather they thought they did. Until they told us.

Mom paused for a moment and gripped the collar of the black sweater.

"I'll give you a hint." I say. "If you were having a daughter, what name would be the most important for you to give her?"

She pursed her lips and halfway smiled, but then looked stern again.

Dad scratched his head and I looked over at Tobias digging through the big black backpacks we bought with us. He murmured to himself and struggled to pull something out.

"Natalie…" Mom whispered.

"Just like Grandma." I smile at her. I remember her stories of Grandma Natalie's life and her sacrifice just like it was last week.

Dad looked at her and said "Tris. You believe them?"

She looked at him and frowned slightly. "I'm not sure yet. It's not all adding up."

"It will, we promise." I say as my brother back up out of the corner. His tear in his sweatshirt shows his tattoos on his back a little. I hear Mom gasp and point at them.

"Those are…" she begins tugging at Dad's wrist.

"Same and everything." I laugh. "It's a good story."

TJ turns to me and rolls his eyes.

"You're such a downer, Tobias!" I say irritably carrying the last syllable out in a hiss between my teeth.

"Tobias. Your name is Tobias too." Tris says softly.

"Yes." He responds curtly, his back still turned to everyone.

"Tobias. Tobias junior. TJ." She says looking at my father.

"Damn Mom, you're good! Didn't take you long at all." I squeal a little too happily.. Christina then rises from the wall and says "Okay…but how did you all get here? That's the real question."

Zeke scratches his head again. "I don't get any of this. I must still be asleep."

"Would it be too cliché to say, we're from the future? I mean that's the only way I can think to say it." I say biting my lower lip.

TJ turns around and in his hands is a sculpture of what appears to be falling water suspended in midair. It is ornate and beautiful, and also cracked. Dad stiffens and he points darkly at it.

"How'd you get that? You stole it out our home?! You've—

"Dad! How could we steal something that technically belongs to us? Besides look at this one. It's cracked isn't it? It's a little tarnished and weathered. Your's is still in good condition! Right on the dresser near the picture of you and mom. It's the same picture you keep on your work desk."

He shakes his head as if it will explode at any moment. This is a lot for him. But, there is no other way.

"Dad, please…believe us. We can show you."

He opens his mouth to argue and Mom says "Show us."

Everyone looks at her and she looks at the cracked sculpture then up at me.

I look to TJ who stares at me. He places the sculpture down on the ground and fumbles on the side of the base. His deft fingers find the small bronze button quickly and he presses it. The sculpture begins to churn and move, the crystalized water coming alive almost in a mixture of lights and lasers. As the glass spirals downward, a small long, black cylinder rises from the center. I see everyone, aside from TJ and myself, take a long step back. I don't blame them. As much as they are still considering killing us, they are also very much curious.

On top of the cylinder is a small glass lens and light bursts into an arch, creating a small holographic window. As the image becomes clear, there is a shadowy figure seated in chair. Mom gasps as the screen shows Uncle Caleb, but much older than he is now, sitting in a peeling brown leather chair. His hair is thinning and very light and the thick beard he's has is graying in patches. But there's no denying that it is him, same long nose as my mother. Even so, I find my uncle to still retain his handsomeness he's had for as long as I've known him.

He adjusts his square glasses on his face and clears his throat.

"Beatrice." He begins, his eyes focusing on the space in front of him. "If this messages reaches you, I know that my niece and nephew, your children, have successfully contacted you. I know this will be a shock to you and the others, but you must listen. This is not a simulation. You are not asleep."

Mom's eyes widen with shock and Dad's shoulders falter with either surrender or grief, I am not certain. I see Christina and Zeke move a little closer to the image, but they still keep their distance from the hologram.

"Beatrice, your children and I come to you, asking for your help. To avoid tired phrases and clichés, but the future of your life, Tobias' life, your children, and everyone depends on it."

He pauses as he interlaces his fingers under his chin, thinking as he always does.

"Three years ago, when you reset David's memory and the Bureau of Genetic Welfare from erasing the entire city's memories, you shifted Chicago toward a more peaceful way of life. Although the reconstruction you and everyone are facing is developing, there is still something I must warn you about. When you stopped David and nearly died, everyone in the Bureau's memories were not reset. There was someone who was immune to it. Someone who, until our time here, has proven to be a most deadly adversary."

My brother's jaw muscles stiffen a little and he stands identical to our mother with his arms crossed over his chest. I forget that as much as he looks like Dad, he also reminds me a lot of her.

"Sometime, probably a few years after Natalie and TJ were born, the file room inside the Bureau was reopened. The one with all the failed experiments and patents for technology." Uncle Caleb's hologram image continued. "Inside there were plans for more genetic testing on Divergents, similar to the experiments of Edith Prior's legacy, but this time it focused more on the offspring. These experiments included genetic replication and modification. Focus on special extraordinary abilities, heightened senses and reflexes, and enhanced strength and speed."

My mother's eyes are so focused on the screen she doesn't hear Christina groan loudly behind her.

"More experiments!?" She seethes.

"This experiment was called the Resurgent Project. It was shut down by the United States government when it was deemed too unstable. The genes of the Divergent offspring couldn't be manipulated so easily, and the study is actually quite fascinating, but I won't ramble. The point is Beatrice, your children are only a few of potential many children with special abilities. They are Resurgent. In order to stop the Department of Genetic Defense , or D.G.D., you have to destroy that file inside the Bureau of Genetic Welfare. I cannot go in depth, but I've sent Natalie and Tobias back to you. They will fill in the gaps. Please believe them. You and Tobias must keep them safe until they can shift the future here. Watch over them as I watched over you when our mother broke her arm and I held your hand in the hospital when we were younger."

Mom's eyes lit up at the mention of Uncle Caleb's memory. Even I didn't know that happened. I looked at her and her face was flushed red. She looked as if she wasn't breathing, but then her chest finally rose up. Dad looked at her, then back at the hologram, and then toward us. Maybe they believed?

"Natalie, TJ, you know what to do. You know the risks, be hasty and careful. Reveal only what must be revealed and nothing more. Everything you do, everyone you see, will change the future somehow here. Stay hidden as much as possible. Look after each other, trust each other, and trust yourselves. Tris and Tobias, please trust them."

The image of Uncle Caleb faded away and the long scope of light lowered back down into the water sculpture. My brother quickly picked it up off the floor and went to place it back into his book bag.

"Uncle Caleb did some adjustments to your sculpture Grandma Evelyn gave you, Dad." I say looking at him.

He shook his head and turned away from everyone. His back was tense and his fists were clenched tightly. Mom looked over at him and said nothing, merely breathing deeply.

"Okay….so say this is all real." Zeke begins by stepping forward. "Why don't we just kill the guy who's leading this…uh…D.G.D? End it now."

I shake my head. "We don't know who he or she is."

Christina's mouth dropped open.

"You don't know the guy?!" She said irritably and incredulously.

I nod. "The only thing we know is the D.G.D. call him, or them rather, 'The Master'. He only has a representative, a Resurgent he created from the instructions in the experiment. She's a clone of himself, who's obviously Divergent, and…."

But I don't finish and I look at my brother who eyed me cautiously. We could only reveal what needed to be revealed. Too much, the future as we know it could shift completely. Who knows how much it changed now by us just showing up here.

"And who kid?" Zeke says bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Jeanine Matthews." TJ breathes. Everyone rounds on him with disbelief written on their faces. But I nod.

"It's true. She's almost the splitting image of the woman, Same blonde hair and everything. They call her Jeanne. That's it. She's not very nice at all. Very lethal. Very calculating. She's almost kill—-

"Natalie!" TJ's sharp tone cuts into me. I am saying too much.

"Never mind that…maybe you'll see for yourself when we show you."

"Show us?" Mom says curiously.

"We can show you our memories. With the sculpture device. TJ and me. We can show you. But some things…we can't show everyone." I say eying Christina and Zeke.

Zeke sighs and Christina simply looks down at her feet.

"What I mean is…there's some things we can only Mom and Dad because it'll help us when we destroy the experiment file."

"We agreed to nothing." Dad says coldly. "I still don't believe you all. Once I find out what's going on, you two are done. We've come too far to just let you two ruin it all."

TJ rolls his eyes and mutters "Coward."

Dad's eyebrows raise and I see his body tense up with anger. I feel a nervous twinge in my stomach and I looked between both of them.

"Excuse me?" He says darkly.

TJ looks directly at him and says "I said you're a coward. We just proved to you that we're not lying that this isn't real and you still refuse to see the truth. You know it's true, you see it in my face. In Natalie's face. Cause they're yours."

He turns to me and says "They cannot help us. We will go do it by ourselves."

I feel myself begin to agree with him. But then she opens her mouth up.

"I believe you." Mom says sternly.

"Tris…" Dad begins, but she puts up a hand to him. He stops and sighs, pinching his brow with his fingertips, his eyes scrunched together.

"I believe you too." Christina mumbles as she wipes her brow of sweat.

Zeke nods in agreement and Dad looks over at his best friend pleadingly.

"Four. Whatever this is, is real. You may not believe it. But these two…they look just like you and Tris. That video was Caleb, we all saw it. Tris, there's a room in the Bureau right? With the discarded experiments?"

She nods and says "Yes. As far as I know it's still there."

"Then let's go get it." Zeke says grinning. He looked a lot like Uriah when he did.

"You think they're just gonna let us waltz in there and destroy a file? This is the government we're talking about! We wrecked shit last time, their memory may be gone, but they aren't just going to let us do that, you know!" Dad says gritting his teeth.

"Of course not. But we have a plan." I say.

"Wonderful. We're ready to heard it." Christina says firmly.

"Not yet. Uncle Caleb said he has one more message. But we'll need to get this time period him and Cara together. He said it's imperative they hear it before we begin."

"I can get him and bring him here." Mom says stepping forward.

I nod and smile. "Great. Come back here tonight. Around ten."

"Why the wait?" Dad asks. His voice seemed calmer now and more curious.

"Well, I think it's best for you all to talk." I say eying both of them. "Also, I would like to take a nap. As I said we've been up for a long time. Uncle Zeke and Aunt Christina please come too. Tell no one where you're come tonight."

Christina mutters something about a 'date'. I grin and say "Uriah can wait. He's got—

But my brother clears his throat loudly and I stop again.

"How long have you been in the city?" Mom asks.

"A few days." TJ responds. "We've been staying in our father's old living quarters in Dauntless."

Zeke chuckles and says "That places has been shut down for years. They closed off all the entrances."

TJ glares at him and Zeke laughs harder. "Whoa, Four, this is your boy. I've seen that look way too many times."

"As if that could stop us. Besides, they didn't close off the net entrance. But I'm sure you knew that." TJ says.

Zeke scratches his neck and mutters "I heard…a rumor…but…"

"It's true."

"But there's no power." Christina says. "What do you do for lights, heat, or food?"

"We manage." I say simply.

I rummage in my pocket and find the folded, crumpled square photo. I smooth it out as I walk over to my father. He doesn't recoil from me and I hold out my hand.

"You left this in your old place, Dad."

He looks apprehensively at me, but takes the photo. His eyes wide slightly when he looks at it. It's him and my mother's class of initiates after they made it into Dauntless. He and my mother we dating by then, so they were standing right next to each other. A little too close. To anyone else looking at it, they probably wouldn't suspect anything. Tris walks over and looks at the photo and smiles.

"I look so…young." She chuckles.

"And beautiful, Mom." I sigh. She looks at me curiously, then smiles softly.

Dad pockets the photograph and sighs. He closes his eyes and scratches his scruffy chin full of hair.

"Say we do believe you. Will you agree to be honest with us with every question we ask?"

"We'll try." I say. "Remember revealing too much could change everything. Just being here is shifting so much."

TJ says "That's why there's only some things we can share with you two. If we were to share it with everyone, anything could happen."

"Who's to say we won't share it?" Dad says with a small smirk on his face.

"You won't want to share this." I say.

Mom nodded and touched her stomach gingerly.

"You should go home and rest, find Uncle Caleb and meet us back here." TJ says looking at her softly.

I nod in agreement and say "Please Mom, go rest. You need it."

She eyes us with her eyebrows cocked upward. As she presses her palms into her stomach, I look at her to Christina who's eyes were now wide. I knew she understood now. Although I'm sure she knew.

"Tris…oh…my God." she breathes.

"What? Christina, what is it?"

But Christina says nothing and shakes her head. Too much excitement for one day could kill someone. Or me or my brother to be exact.

TJ picks up his sword and looks over at me. He's ready to go and so I am.

"What's with the sword kid?" Zeke chuckles folding his arms over his chest. "You a professional ninja in the future?"

"It was a gift." TJ says turning to the elevator. "Oh, you might want to get a medical team over here. Amar and his squad are probably still knocked on the fiftieth floor. I knocked them out with a flash memory serum grenade. They won't remember anything from the past two hours. Make sure you wake them up back at the office. So there won't be too many questions."

I turn on my heel and follow my brother as he presses the button near the doors. They ding open and suddenly her voice calls behind us.

"Be careful. Don't…don't walk too close to the chasm edge."

I turn and grin at her and say "Don't worry. You taught me better than that."

I see her face, glowing slightly with a smile. As the doors close, I think I can see her. The mother I've always known.

The mother who's life, I just might be able to save.

Bah bah bum...more chapters coming soon. :-)

Be brave.