Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Divergent. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

A/N: Surprise! I know it said the story was marked complete, but my writer's muse has been particularly cooperative lately, so I decided to try another scene, this time set in the future. I was looking through my story and realized I neglected to include the zip-lining scene at the end of the book. So without further ado...

Two and a Half Years Later:

Tobias' POV:

I walk toward the train platform in the cool spring air. While I do so, I take in the scene around me. Chicago has changed so much during the past couple years. Once it seemed like one giant shelter, keeping all its secrets and people carefully confined within its walls. Now though, the sky seems clearer, the air more...open. After years and years of seeking out answers, even going so far as to abandon the place we once called home for a time. But we came back. We'll always come back.

They call Chicago "the fourth city". It seems like a fitting name. A fire destroyed the city ages ago, the Purity War tore the population apart, and the most recent - the break-up of the factions and near civil war within the city. This is our fourth attempt at settling here.

As I near the train platform, I can see six figures coming into view. Christina stands with Uriah, and Zeke stands behind Shauna, who is in her wheelchair. Matthew stands on the platform with his toes over the edge. The last one, with her blonde hair flowing freely in the wind, makes her way down the platform to greet me at the bottom.

"Tobias," she breathes, giving me a quick kiss. Her eyes are alight with excitement and I can feel the energy radiating from her. Her adrenaline is contagious, and soon my heart stirs with anticipation too.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," she says, putting her arms around my waist. I sling my arm over her shoulders.

"Yeah, we were all wondering if you chickened out," Uriah says amused.

"Me, miss out on a chance for an adrenaline rush? Never," I say.

"Yeah, but we know out of all of us Dauntless, you are definitely the most careful one," Christina says, shooting Tris a teasing glare, but the amusement does not quite reach her eyes. Even though it has been nearly two years since, we all still cannot forget Tris's near brush with Death.

Zeke claps me on the shoulder. "It's good to have the gang back together again," he says.

Zeke feels similarly about the subject. Uriah's close call had changed both of them forever. Even though Uriah is still the joker of the group, he is more cautious, more thoughtful than he had been before.

"Got something to show you," Shauna says, and she tosses her blankets aside, revealing complicated metal braces on her legs. They go all the way up to her hips and wrap around her belly like a cage. She smiles at me, and with a gear-grinding sound, her feet shift to the ground in front of the chair, and in fits and starts, she stands.

Despite the serious occasion, I smile.

"Well, look at that," I say. "I'd forgotten how tall you are."

"Cara and her lab buddies made them for me," she says. "Still getting the hang of it, but they say I might be able to run someday."

"It's great to see you back," Tris says earnestly, patting her shoulder.

"It's good to be back," she says, breathing deeply and stretching.

We all have our stories to tell. Shauna, being so energetic and active in her nature, and being paralyzed and confined indefinitely to a wheelchair must have felt like a death sentence to her. But being a Dauntless at heart, she remains brave and has persevered through it all. She has remained strong for Zeke, Uriah, and...Lynn.

It seemed like centuries ago when it all happened, but it passed in such a quick succession, neither of us thought much until later. That was when the pain really hit. Shauna, Zeke, and Uriah were especially impacted by the passing of Lynn and Marlene.

The train is coming. It charges toward us on the polished rails, then it squeals as it slows to a stop in front of the platform. A head leans out the window of the first car, where the controls are - it's Cara, her hair in a tight braid.

"Get on!" she says.

Shauna sits in the chair again and pushes herself through the doorway. Matthew, Christina, Zeke, and Uriah follow. Tris and I get on last, hand in hand. The train starts again, building speed with each second, and I hear it churning over the tracks and whistling over the rails, and I feel power rising inside of me. The air whips across my face of it rising inside me. Tris stands beside me, eyes closed, arms stretched, like she's embracing the wind. The city sprawls out in front of me, the buildings lit by the sun.

Cara. I know she, Tris, and Christina still bear the same burden, but for different reasons. Even though Will was under the attack simulation at the time, Tris had no choice but to shoot him. And that is something that still haunts her to this very day, the recurring nightmare that leaves her sweaty and shaky and in utter immobile fear at night. Even though the raw impact has long gone, guilt has left its mark on her.

How hard it must have been to find out that her best friend of all people was the one who killed the one she loved. Christina didn't know Will for very long, but I could tell how much they meant to each other, and how devastated Christina was when he was gone. Yet she still managed to forgive Tris. Their friendship has gone through the most painful and difficult of circumstances, but they still remain. If anything, their bond has gotten stronger over the recent years.

Cara dealt with the loss of a family member. I have never had any siblings, but I know the feeling of loneliness and devastation all too well. And to forgive Tris wholeheartedly, even though they didn't even know each other that well at the time, was an impressive feat. Their bond, too, has strengthened over time.

Matthew leans out the window next to us, looking the happiest I have seen in a long time. He too, lost someone he loved, all in the name of genetic purity. I can't imagine how it must have felt to be told he couldn't be with the one he loved because of her genetics, and then having the same person beaten to death. Tris didn't buy into a single bit of the genetic story, and she coaxed me out of my depression when I discovered my genetic "status". Matthew has still found meaning in life, and that is especially evident today.

I stretch out my arm to grasp the other handle and lean out of the car as it turns, almost dangling over the street two stories below me. Tris sticks her head out with me and the electric fear-thrill of the true Dauntless love shared between us is powerful.

"Hey," Christina says behind me. "How's your mother?"

"Fine," I say. "We'll see, I guess."

"Are you going to zip-line?"

Tris and I share a glance between us. I take a look down at the street below us again. I have come a long way.

"That's exactly why I'm here, isn't it?" I say.

Tris grins and Christina nods, a smile on her face.

Cara guides the train to a stop, and I hop onto the platform. At the top of the stairs Shauna gets out of the chair and works her way down the steps with the braces, one at a time. Matthew and I carry her empty chair after her, which is cumbersome and heavy, but not impossible to manage.

"Any updates from Peter?" I ask Matthew as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

After Peter emerged from the memory haze, some of the sharper, harsher aspects of his personality returned, though not all of them. I lost touch with him after that. I have mixed feelings about him. Though I pity him for being unable to own up to all the damage he's sustained, I do secretly envy him in a way because of his ability to get a fresh start. I don't hate him anymore, but that doesn't mean I have to like him.

"He's in Milwaukee," Matthew says. "I don't know what he's doing, though."

He's working in an office somewhere," Cara says from the bottom of the stairs.

"That seems a bit too tranquil of a life for him, doesn't it?" Tris says.

"I always thought he would go join the GD rebels in the fringe," Zeke says. "Shows you what I know."

"He's different now," Cara says with a shrug.

There are still GD rebels in the fringe who believe that another war is the only way to get the change they want. I fall more on the side that wants to work for change without violence. I've had enough violence to last me a lifetime, not in the scars on my skin but in the memories that rise up in my mind when I least want them to; my father's fist colliding with my jaw, my gun raised to execute Eric, Tris lying in the hospital bed...

We walk the streets to the zip line. The factions are gone, but this part of the city has more Dauntless than any other, recognizable by their pierced faces and tattooed skin, though no longer by the colors they wear. Some wander the sidewalks with us, but most are at work - everyone in Chicago is required to work if they're able.

Ahead of me I see the Hancock building bending into the sky, its base wider that its top. The black girders chase one another up to the roof, crossing, tightening, and expanding. I haven't been this close in a long time.

We enter the lobby, with its gleaming bright, polished floors and its walls smeared with bright Dauntless graffiti, left here by the residents as a kind of relic. This is a Dauntless place, because they are the ones who embraced it, for its height and, a part of me suspects, for its loneliness. The Dauntless liked to fill empty spaces with their noise. That is something I've always liked about them.

Zeke jabs the elevator button with his index finger. We pile in, and Cara presses number 99.

I close my eyes as the elevator surges upward. I can almost see the space opening up beneath my feet, only a foot of solid ground between me and the sinking, dropping, plummeting. My stomach twinges a little and Tris seems to sense my unease. She laces her fingers between mine and holds me against her, strong and steady. I need her in more ways than she may know, maybe even more than I know.

The elevator shudders as it stops, and I cling to Tris to steady myself as the doors open.

Zeke touches my shoulder. "Don't worry, man. We did this all the time remember?"

I nod. Air rushes through the gap in the ceiling, and above me is the sky, bright blue. I shuffle, holding Tris's hand, with the others toward the ladder, too numb with fear to make my feet move any faster. Suddenly I feel like a kid again. A nervous kid holding on to his parent before his first day of school.

I release Tris's hand and find the ladder with my fingertips, one rung at a time. Above me, Shauna maneuvers awkwardly up the ladder, using mostly the strength in her arms.

I stare at the buildings along the marsh front, and my chest tightens. Even though we weren't the last people left in the world, it is possible to believe that we are the last people left anywhere, on this roof.

Zeke runs across the roof to the zip line and attaches one of the man-sized slings to the steel cable. He locks it so it won't slide down, and looks at the group of us expectantly.

"Christina," he says. "It's all you."

"Ugh!" Uriah flips his hand in the air in mock insult. "You offer the first one to her, but not to your own brother?"

"It's ladies first dude," Zeke says flatly.

"Well, in that case, Uriah go right ahead," Christina says, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

We all laugh and Christina gets in the sling feet-first, belly down, so she'll watch the building get smaller as she travels. I shudder.

I can't watch. I close my eyes as Christina travels farther and farther away, and even as Matthew, Shauna, and then Uriah, do the same. I can hear their cries of joy, like bird calls on the wind. Then Tris gets into the sling. My heart beats faster as I watch her get buckled in.

"I'll see you on the other side," she says, cupping my cheek. "I know you can do it." With that, she disappears into the depths of the city, her cries reverberating through my bones.

"Your turn, Four," says Zeke.

I shake my head.

"Come on," Cara says. "Better to get it over with, right?"

"No," I say. "You go. Please."

She takes a deep breath and climbs into the sling, unsteady, and Zeke straps her in. She crosses her arms over her chest, and he sends her out, over Lake Shore Drive, over the city. I don't hear anything from her, not even a gasp.

Then it's just Zeke and me left, staring at each other.

"I don't think I can do it," I say, and though my voice is steady, my body is shaking.

"Of course you can," he says. "You're Four, Dauntless legend! You can face anything."

I cross my arms and inch closer to the edge of the roof. Even though I'm several feet away, I feel my body pitching over the edge, and I shake my head again, and again, and again.

"Hey." Zeke puts his hands on my shoulders. "This is for all of us, remember? To celebrate all the things that we have overcome as a group. Overcoming our fears and obstacles. Doing something that finally makes you feel free. Right?"

That's it. I can't avoid this, I can't back down now, not when everyone else has been through so much, and sacrificed so many things, while I can't even do a little thing like zip-lining to honor their efforts.

"How do you want to go in?" Zeke asks.

"Face-first," I say. Because that's how Tris went.

I climb into the sling, my hands shaking so much I can barely grip the sides. Zeke tightens the straps across my back and legs. I stare down at Lake Shore Drive, swallowing bile, and start to slide.

Suddenly I want to take it back, but it's too late. I'm hurtling down toward the ground, screaming so loud I want to cover my ears. The scream comes alive inside of me, filling my chest, throat, and head.

Sometime in the middle of the blind panic, I force my eyes open. The wind stings my eyes, making them tear up, but I now understand her love for this. It's exhilarating, and I feel as if I'm a bird, soaring away.

I can still feel the emptiness beneath me, and it is like the emptiness beneath me is a mouth about to swallow me whole.

I realize, then, that I have stopped moving. I hover a few feet above the ground, close enough to jump down. The others have formed in a circle, their arms clasped to form a net of bone and muscle to catch me in. I reach behind my back to undo the straps holding me in. I drop into my friends' arms like a stone. They catch me, and I fall into the arms of Tris, her slim but steady arms wound tightly around my waist.

"I told you it was possible," she whispers in my ear. She smells like fresh wind. I'm still shuddering slightly from the adrenaline coursing through my body, and my breathing is ragged, but her touch soothes me.

Christina says, "Oh! Zeke's on his way."

Zeke is hurtling toward us in a black sling. At first it looks like a dot, then a blob, and then a person swathed in black. He crows with joy as he eases to a stop, and I reach across to grab Christina's forearm. On my other side, I grasp the arm that belongs to Tris.

Zeke's shoulder hits our arms, hard, and he smiles wildly as he lets us cradle him like a child.

"That was nice. Want to go again, Four?" he says.

I don't hesitate before answering, "Absolutely not."

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