A/N: This right here, ladies and gentleman, is the final chapter of Divergent (the actual book, NOT THIS FICTION). My original plan was to end it here, but since this was so popular, I (of course) am going to continue into Insurgent.

Here's how my schedule is going to go.

Everything will be posted under this story title ('Four-lorn').

The Insurgent chapters will be labelled ('Four-given')

Then, rather than doing Allegiant in the same manner, I will write a '20 years later' epilogue, following the events of Allegiant which I will not be writing about. This will be posted still under the same story title ('Four-lorn') but it will be called ('Four-ever')

So, in short, all in the same story doc, it will go:

Divergent ('Four-lorn')

Insurgent ('Four-given', but posted as 'Four-lorn')

Epilogue following canon events of Allegiant ('Four-ever', but posted as 'Four-lorn')

Does that make sense? If it doesn't, feel free to shoot me a PM :)

Expect more from me tomorrow or Saturday!

Chapter of Divergent (wow now I'm going to have to start writing 'Chapter of Insurgent', that's going to be weird) (the actual book): 39

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters.

The shot doesn't come. I can feel my heartbeat rising in synch with hers.

"Tobias," she whispers. "It's me."

She wraps her arm around me, and memories hit me like a blacksmith hitting a hammer.

"Fine," I say, leaning closer to her face, my eyes locking on her lips. "I watched you because I like you."

"Did I hear you call me your boyfriend, Tris?"

"Then everyone can call you Six," I whisper, laughing.

Four and Six…

Four and Six.

I remember.

"Tris," I whisper, and I press my lips desperately into hers. I wrap my arms around her, lifting her up, drinking her in.

I feel a sob escape my lips, but I don't care.

"How did you do it?" she asks.

"I don't know," I say honestly. Because I really don't know. "I just heard your voice."

We turn to the computers.

"Was I running the simulation?" I ask incredulously.

"I don't know if you were running it so much as monitoring it," she says, her voice still ragged from earlier. "It's already complete. I have no idea how, but Jeanine made it so it could work on it's own."

I shake my head slowly. "It's… incredible. Terrible, evil… but incredible."

I see Tris turn in horror towards one of the screens. I turn and follow her, and I see three faces that I absolutely do not want to see.

First is Tris's brother, Caleb. His face looks familiar to me, but not so much so that I would be able to pick him out of a crowd.

Second I see Peter. His face fills me with a feeling of disgust, but not so much disgust as the third face.

The third face is Marcus.

"Tobias," she says tersely. "Now!"

Did she come here with Marcus?

She stares at something, looking horrified, and then I see the Dauntless guards. Running some code on the screen, everyone freezes.

"Tobias," she whispers.

Then they resume. Everyone looks back and forth, mouthing commands to each other, confused about what is going on, most likely. I pull of the side of the computer case.

"I have to get the data," I say hurriedly, "or they'll just start the simulation again."

Tris nods softly, her eyes trained on the screen. Surely there is a panicked frenzy happening.

"Got it," I say as soon as I have the data. I hand the hard drive to Tris, who slides it in her back pocket.

"We have to leave," she says, standing up.

"Yes, we do," I respond. But not before I do this.

I slide my arm around her shoulders, feeling the electrifying waves of normality hit me.

As we near the elevator, Tris's eyes flicker to a pile of black-clothed bodies. They all surround one man who's dressed in grey.

I recognize the man as Andrew Prior.

Tris crouches next to him, brushing his hair back. I give her five seconds, and then we run.

Then we find Caleb. Releasing Tris's shoulders, she falls into her brother's arms.

"Dad?" he asks. I feel pity filling my gaze.

Tris shakes her head sadly.

"Well," Caleb says, choking on the word, "he would have wanted it that way."

Then I feel a prickle. A prickle down my spine that I haven't felt in over two years.

The prickle of my final fear.

"Son," my father sighs.

I feel a shudder go through my body, but I don't move.

"Hey," Tris says, stepping away from her brother. She shakes her wrist subconsciously, and I feel a whole new wave of guilt crash over me. She steps between us, pushing Marcus away. "Hey. Get away from him."

I can feel myself breathing down her neck.

"Stay away," she hisses again.

"Beatrice, what are you doing?" Caleb's brow furrows in confusion.

"Tris ," I whisper. Don't get in the way, I intend to say. Don't let him hurt you. But I can't.

It isn't like it would have made that much difference. Even under simulation, I could see how utterly stubborn she is.

"Not all those Erudite articles were full of lies," she says bitterly.

"What are you talking about?" Marcus says quietly. "I don't know what you've been told, Beatrice, but—"

"The only reason I haven't shot you yet is because he's the one who should get to do it," she says angrily. I can't help but admire her for standing up to him. She is the bravest and most beautiful person I have ever seen. "Stay away from him or I'll decide I no longer care."

I feel my hands slide down her arm, squeezing her elbow.

"We have to go," I say unsteadily. "The train should be here any second."

We run towards the train. I see guilt flashing in her eyes as we wait for the next boxcar.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I reply softly, taking her hand in mine. My fingers still shake from the encounter.

"If we take the train in the opposite direction, out of the city instead of in, we can get to Amity headquarters. That's where the others went." Her voice is soft and steady.

"What about Candor? What do you think they'll do?" Caleb's voice is as ever-curious as the Erudite. It's hard to believe he was ever Abnegation.

I pick Tris up, bridal style, and hold her in my arms. Her eyes close and she drifts off.

I feel Marcus's eyes on my back, trying to decode every last movement of mine. I'll bet by now he's probably figuring out that Tris and I are dating, if he hasn't already.

Tris's soft breath on my skin is the only thing keeping me from strangling him.

As the train comes, I slowly awaken Tris, setting her down on the pavement. She smiles gratefully at me, and she hurls herself onto the train.

I see Marcus go next, and he sits next to her.

Oh hell no. I will not let him touch her.

Swinging my legs over the edge, I sit firmly in between them. Better me then her. I pull Tris closely against me.

"My parents," she mumbles. "They died today. They died for me."

"They loved you," I whisper into her ear, her head leaning softly against my chest. "To them there was no better way to show you."

Her eyes skim my face.

"You nearly died today," I whisper. "I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?" I feel guilt prickling my skin.

"I couldn't do that. It would have been like shooting myself."

I feel tears begin to well up, but I blink them away before anyone notices. Bringing my face so close to hers that our lips brush when I speak, I say the words that have been heaving on my chest since the day I threw knives at her.

"I have to tell you something."

She runs her fingers along my hands, and I try to ignore the shivers running down my spine.

"I might be in love with you." I feel a small smile form on my face, earning three severely quizzical looks. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."

I feel the eyes of Marcus, Peter, and Caleb trained on me, but I don't care.

"That's sensible of you," Tris says, laughing softly. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something."

I slide my nose softly along her jaw, pressing my lips behind her ear.

"Maybe I'm already sure, and I just don't want to frighten you." That's a bit closer to the truth.

I wait in anticipation for her answer.

"Then you should know better."

"Fine," I whisper. "Then I love you."

I can almost feel the sarcastic remarks bubbling on Peter's lips, the scoff ready to escape Marcus's jaw, the gasp about to leave the traps of Caleb's mouth. But they don't.

I kiss her full on the lips, embracing every last second of this moment. I can feel the tension from our three viewers, but I don't care. For just one moment, Beatrice Prior is all mine, and I'm going to let the moment last.

This is my life now. This is my life with Beatrice Prior. It may be hectic, it may filled with drama, and fear, but that's okay.

And for once in my life, I think I like the life choice that I have made.

TBC

Sorry to bother y'alls, one more thing. I just (finally) put up my Beta profile, so yay for that (if you need a Beta, I'm currently accepting requests), and it lists me as only being able to do English stories, but I can also do stories in Welsh, that just isn't an option because FFN STILL WON'T LET US POST STORIES IN WELSH (yes this will be mentioned in every chapter until they do :P)

I'm not going to be like 'I won't post until they let me write in Welsh', because I like to write too much and that feels a little mean, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE email the FFN support email (support *AT* fanfiction *DOT* com) and tag the 'Subject' line: [category] New Language: Welsh:Cymraeg

IT would mean SO FREAKING MUCH to me if you could do that thanks :D

Keep posted for the first ch. of Insurgent in Four's POV!