A/N: This is my first Divergent fanfic. After finishing Allegiant two nights ago and having my heart ripped out and stepped on I started writing this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it.

Disclaimer: I won nothing but the idea.

Six years have passed since the end of Allegiant. The world has managed to rebuild itself, but there are still problems, the genetically damaged don't like that they are still being referred to as such and discriminated against because of the connotation. Things are on the verge of a new revolution. After the events of Allegiant it becomes widely known that Tris's divergence was unique and one of a kind. She had the highest level of resistance because she was able to resist death serum and a lot of people think if she were still around things would be different. Christina, Four, Cara, Shauna, Matthew and Zeke are all living in Chicago.

Christina

Cara raises her hand slowly and all the eyes in the room move towards her.

"I'm sorry, I just have to voice what I know everyone is currently thinking. Are we being selfish?"

The room is silent.

Caleb sits in the corner his hands in his lap, he doesn't make eye contact with anyone, and he doesn't speak either.

Zeke raises an eyebrow at me, and I don't know what to say.

Are we being selfish?

Is this selfish?

"No…" I say quickly.

"We need her."

And I believe that. Of course I do. My candor ways have always and will always flow through me. I don't lie, if I can help it. I don't say things that I don't believe in.

Besides, I'm not very good at lying anyways.

Shauna shuffles her feet, the metal of her leg braces making a clinking sound. She told me once that she didn't move them to feel anything exactly, just moved them to make sure that they were still there.

"So who's going to tell Four?"

I shake my head.

"No one. No one is going to tell Four. Is that clear?" I rarely find it necessary to use a voice that is built for leadership, but this…

This is important.

Vital.

He'd never let us do this, and it's too important.

I glance at Caleb.

He's been silent this whole time, and his participation in particular is crucial.

"…Caleb?" I say quietly. "You know how important this is. How important SHE is. She's meant to be here. You need her. We need her."

Caleb looks up at me, his eyes glossy like he's trying his hardest to hold back tears.

"I know…it's just…" He lets out a sigh.

"She just went through so much. Sometimes I sort of think that…it was her time. That we should…" He pauses for a moment.

"…That we should let her go." He finally finishes.

Everyone is silent.

I think they agree.

Maybe I do too, but we are all too self-serving to let things lie.

I miss my best friend.

Caleb misses his sister.

Zeke and Shauna miss their friend and then there's Four.

He misses the most because Four misses his everything.

"Matthew? Tell us the plan again. From the beginning." I say.

Maybe that will reassure everyone.

Make them feel better.

Matthew clears his throat.

"I take Tris' DNA sample from before she died…" He licks his bottom lip like his mouth is dry just from saying her name.

"I mix that with Caleb's blood, because it's Tris' too." Caleb's head jerks up. "And I create something like a serum, essentially a recreation of Tris Prior in liquid form. It's sort of the same idea as creating a baby outside of the womb in a medical lab, only…" He pauses, tilting his head to the side.

"I'll be recreating Tris."

"Will she even be the same?" Zeke asks, and I know why he asks.

He is thinking about Uriah, his brother, and if this option could be used for him.

I know the answer.

Matthew insisted we would only do this once.

Only once would we defy the way of things.

Just this once.

For Tris.

Matthew shrugs, "I'm not sure what she'll be like. That doesn't mean we need her any less. Christina believes, and so do I that she's the only one who can help us create a world where everyone is happy."

The room is silent, not even a whisper of a breath.

I stand up from my chair.

"No one breathes a word of this to Four, not until…"

I want to say not until it's all over but that sounds scary.

Like maybe it won't work.

And this has to work.

"…after." I finally say.

"Okay?"

Everyone nods and slowly disperses from the room, everyone except for Matthew, because he lives here with me, and Cara.

Cara.

Four's girlfriend.

It still felt strange to call anyone that but Tris.

Then again no one called Tris anything anymore.

But they would.

Soon.

Cara waits for everyone to leave before she speaks to me.

"How am I supposed to keep this from him?" She lets out, desperation leaking into her tone.

"We…we don't lie to each other…I…"

"Do you understand what we're doing? How important it is?" I say, effectively cutting her off and turning around to face her.

"It's for the greater good."

She lets out a sigh, pressing her hands to her face for a moment.

"I just…" She starts, shaking her head.

"I feel bad! I feel bad lying to him. We made a pact a long time ago that we wouldn't…" She chews on her bottom lip.

"He's been through a lot too, Christina. I don't know how he'll feel about us bringing her back…especially in the middle of all this mess. She doesn't deserve that. Neither does he—"

"People are going to DIE Cara!" I scream it, though I hadn't really meant to.

She takes a couple steps back.

"Okay." She gives in.

"So then why does it have to be Tris?"

I am quiet then.

Why does it have to be her?

Because I am selfish.

Because I want her here.

Because she was the brave one.

Because we need Four to be better than he is right now.

There are so many reasons but none of them would convince Cara.

"Because she's divergent. And a Prior. Her blood goes back to the beginning. She can fix all this. It has to be her."

Cara nods.

She's heard all of this.

This isn't her first meeting, but I see the way her shoulders slump.

The way the fight goes out of her.

She isn't just fighting for Tris' "resting in peace."

She is fighting for her relationship.

For Four.

She knows that things are going to get shaky the second Beatrice Prior comes into the picture.

"I'll see you Friday…" Cara finally says, her voice softer than usual.

She leaves the apartment quickly.

I let out a relieved breath.

Matthew is sitting at his computer, typing furiously.

It's strange, I know.

He isn't my type.

He's brainy, and no-nonsense.

Like Cara and Caleb, Erudite at his core even though he'd never been a part of the faction system.

I know that it's strange but there is something warm about him.

Something that's easy to love.

Something that reminds me of Will.

"You're with me on this right?" I ask, suddenly curious and needing him to agree with me.

He looks up at me, a small smile reaching the corners of his lips.

"Of course I do. I want what's best for the world. For us. Our world. "

I smile a little.

"Then you better keep working."

He turns back to the computer, and I try to ignore the huge bubble resting in my stomach.