A/N: Okay, yes yes, I've ditched this for a bit more than a week. I'm sorry, but Draco and his apple are just too cute for me not to write. Sooo... is it really the ultimate friendship between Margo and Christina?

Christina straightens herself immediately after the I nudge her in a platonic way but she took it as something else incident.

"Sorry about that," She says quickly. "How about we go inside now? The others will be waiting, and I bet you're excited."

"You betted right," I reply.

Christina grins. "Betted? That's even a word?"

"Well now it is."

Walking like we usually do, with a lot of banter, we enter the lab. Margo's face lights up immediately as soon as we open the door.

"Hi Christina! Hey Four, we've got the simulation up and running. I'm brain department so I'll be monitoring the brain waves and your body's natural reaction to it."

Christina nods a hello back and I give a thumbs up to the whole team. Which is, a friend of Christina's, a motherly woman and a super optimistic guy who is hard to like.

In Dauntless, they wouldn't be the number one choice, another fault in the faction really. Always assuming, thinking violence is the answer, and, well, if you don't look like you can carry that out... there would be trouble.

But, they've done it, they've let me see Tris again.

Sue breaks my train of thought by gently saying, "Four, would you like to sit down?

She leads me to a chair, black with red stripes. She passes me a head piece, which is like a helmet, and places if firmly on my head. It connects to both my ears, so I can hear Tris.

"We'll turn it on, and you just close your eyes and think about her," Margo instructs. "You won't have to do the thinking, then. She'll appear in your head, making conversation."

I nod. "Okay."

Margo counts down. "Three, two, one."

I close my eyes, and think of her.

The time in the training room, when she was an initiate. Pressing my fingers to her stomach. Always keep tension here. Climbing on the Ferris wheel. Come on, Four! Being under Jeanine's Divergent simulation, and Tris putting the gun to her head. It's me, Tobias. Tris. The hazy memories swirl around. Always keep tension here. Being drunk near the cliff. Flirting with death. Her smile. You look good, Tris.

And suddenly, they're clear. She's clear.

Tris.

Her face is more defined than my hazy memories will ever be. Her eyes are a peaceful shade of blue, like she's accepted her death. Funny thing is, I haven't.

"Tobias," She says quietly. I can't say a word. My lips move, but no sound comes out.

She runs towards me, her blonde hair grown out to frame her face. I can smell her locks of wispy hair as she gives me a hug.

It feels so real. The warmth of her hands around my neck. It wakes me up from my shock, and I murmur her name.

Stepping back, Tris studies my face. I don't think I've changed much since she died, if I was honest.

"What's it like being dead?" I blurt out. When she died, it was like a part of me went with her. It broke me, but she never got to say how it felt for her.

Tris laughs. "It's okay. I met my parents."

"How are they?" I ask. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to spend all that precious time with Tris.

"As good as someone dead can be," She says with humour. "I saw my mother's tattoos. They were cool. And speaking of tattoos..."

Tris takes a step closer to me with a mischievious smile on her small face. Slowly, she lifts up my shirt to see the five faction symbols. (yeah yeah this sounds smutty but I promise I don't mean it that way)

"What do you do nowadays then, Tobias?" Tris asks. "You're not a Dauntless trainer anymore."

"Odd jobs for the government. Mostly coding, but I get moved around to different departments quite a lot. Go Chicago!" I say sarcastically. "Most of them are as boring as hell. What do you do now?"

Tris starts, "I've met this guy in heaven called-" but there's a glitch.

Everything turns pitch black.