Tris sat in her cell looking at the note Jeanine gave her.

An outfit, for your last supper.

The dress that laid on the bed was stunning white silk with an overlay that looked almost opalescent. Tris took of her clothes and gingerly put on the dress. It looked delicate, as if too harsh a breeze could break it into little pieces. Once on, she realized how sturdy and comfortable the gown was. She was still barefoot.

She pushed her hair behind her ears and waited in front of the door until it opened. She was escorted up a familiar path to Jeanine's apartment.

She walked into the apartment that was dimly lit, hearing the door lock behind her. Tris sat at the dining table and smoothed out her dress, crossing her legs at her ankles. She felt proper, as if she was back in the days of abnegation. There was calming music playing throughout the house, a piano interlude with the accompaniment of a full string section. As the music welled and crescendoed, she felt the hair on her arms rise in anticipation. She briefly rubbed her hands against her arms, forcing the goosebumps to go away.

A bottle of wine sat on top of the table, opened and ready to be poured, Tris was curious. She had never tasted alcohol, as it was staunchly forbidden in abnegation. She poured two glasses, one for herself and one for Jeanine. She smelled the liquid, it had a sweet aroma to it, and was slightly stung her nostrils. She took a sip, letting the liquid coat her mouth. It was zesty, with a bright taste making her mouth water. It reminded her of a sweet, almost too sweet, grape juice. She liked it, taking another drink from the red liquid.

"I thought Abnegation doesn't allow drinking." The cool voice of Jeanine came up from behind, and Tris slowly turned around, seeing the woman in front of her. There was a lump in Tris throat and she cleared it. Jeanine was wearing a beautiful royal blue gown that hugged her body and pooled at the floor. Her hair was loose, falling in waves around her face.

"Jeanine." Tris finally said putting the glass of wine down and then standing up. "You look…" she was at a loss of words as she gazed at the woman in front of her. A slight blush crept up Jeanine's face.

"Thank you, Tris. You look stunning as well." Jeanine walked to the other side of the table, motioning for Tris to sit. Tris complied, scooting in her chair.

"I, uh, poured you a glass of wine." Tris stated. Jeanine chuckled and Tris cocked an eyebrow.

"This was meant to be indulged after dinner. It is a port, a dessert wine."

"Oh. Well, you learn something new everyday."

There was a moment of silence, Tris nervously reached for her glass and downed the glass. The sweetness was almost too much. "Jeanine, is this my last supper?" Tris looked up at the Jeanine, searching her eyes for an answer she knew would not come.

Jeanine looked away before answering, "Yes, Tris, I am afraid it is."

The tears that Tris thought were to come did not, but instead a sobering realization hit-her own mortality. "Well, at least I get to wear this pretty dress." Tris poured herself another glass and reached out across the table, touching Jeanine's hand gingerly. It was only then that Jeanine could look at the younger woman. "I am not angry with you, Jeanine. I understand."

Jeanine hesitated, confused. How could this young woman understand their situation when Jeanine was still at a loss? Everything about their relationship and the events that had transpired through the last month baffled and bewildered her. She believed love was something that was built through a mutual understanding, a shared relationship-a partnership. Here Tris, made her feel things she wished she had never felt, the ache and pain in her heart felt sometimes like she could not breathe. Tris drove her wild, made her cry more than she had ever in her life, and laugh and feel with her entire body. Jeanine was certain that what she once knew to be true, was no longer, and she knew she stood on an unstable foundation.

"The pain of duality, Tris. We have lived two lives since our paths crossed and sometimes I am confused at what one is the Truth." Jeanine couldn't eat, not now. She downed the glass of wine in front of her, pouring herself another glass.

"I would like to believe that in these walls, in your apartment, we live our Truth. Outside these walls we are merely pretending, playing the role that society needs us to do."

Jeanine stood and walked over to Tris, kneeling and placing her head in her lap. Tris gently ran her fingers through Jeanine's hair feeling the softness of her tendrils. She lightly pulled Jeanine's head up so they were looking at each other, Jeanine's eyes shone bright in the dim light, wet from the tears she wept. Tris wiped them away, and leaned in and kissed Jeanine delicately on each one of her cheeks before her lips. A deep moan escaped from within Jeanine and she stood up, pulling Tris with her. The two women locked in a tight embrace, pulling and tugging at each other's lips, wanting.

They found themselves in Jeanine's bedroom.

Tris stripped off her dress, standing naked before Jeanine before laying down on the bed. "You can use me however you want, Jeanine. I need to feel you one last time."

Holding Tris hands above her head, Jeanine claimed ownership of Tris' necking, kissing and biting as she traveled her body. Tris' nipples were hard and Jeanine happily took one in her mouth, a gently suck, and she playfully brushed her teeth against them causing Tris to gasp and squirm underneath her. "Do you like when I do that Tris?" Jeanine asked.

"Yes." Tris hissed. Jeanine took the next nipple in her mouth and this time bit a little harder. A moan and scream escaped from Tris and Jeanine smiled. She had trained her well.

Jeanine let go of Tris' hands then. "Help me out of this dress will you?" she turned around and motioned to the zipper.

Tris lowered the zipper letting the silk gown fall to the floor. Jeanine's skin was smooth. Tris let her hands trail down Jeanine's skin. She leaned in, letting her arms wrap around the woman's body, taking in her warmth, inhaling deeply. She would miss this, but would she, if her consciousness was no longer?

"Do you believe in an afterlife, Jeanine?" Tris asked, slowly turning the older woman around.

"I do not." Tris knew how Jeanine would reply, but deep down inside she was hoping for a different answer. Tris looked down towards the ground, not wanting Jeanine to see the tears welling up in her eyes.

Jeanine lifted Tris head up. "Don't cry Tris. There is no pain once it's all over."

Tris looked at Jeanine then, "Promise me that you won't make it hurt? Just kill me, soft and sweetly."

"I promise." The two women embraced one another, holding on tightly.

Jeanine kissed Tris softly on the lips, finding herself pushing Tris gently back on her bed. Jeanine took in the younger woman's body, making sure she would never forget the perfection that was beneath her. Her hands roamed Tris' skin, feeling the rough spots, the scars from her the battles she had already fought.

Jeanine leaned in and kissed Tris softly on her cheeks, trailing kisses down her jaw line, until she landed on her lips.

"You're beautiful." Jeanine remarked, placing soft kisses down Tris' neck, creating a trail down towards...

Tris inhaled sharply as Jeanine took her nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting. Jeanine continued south, leaving bite marks along her path, stopping only to tease, only to bite, only to prolong the inevitable.

"Please." Tris pleaded, her eyes wide and demanding. She was well mannered until the end.

Jeanine followed a familiar dance, one that she was able to get back into easily.

Jeanine's' mouth found Tris' cunt, her tongue licking Tris' clit. Tris' gasped, her hands wildly reaching for Jeanine's hair, pushing her further. Tris' body began quivering underneath Jeanine. With each whimper and moan that came out of Tris' mouth, Jeanine pushed further, quickening in her pace until Tris was grabbing at the bed sheets, moaning.

Tris needed this, she needed to feel Jeanine's tongue on her, pleasuring her one last time. Tris found her body melting, distancing itself from any thought.

Tris' hands found their way on the back of Jeanine's head guiding her, loosing herself. Tris' legs wrapped around Jeanine's head. She moaned in pleasure as Jeanine continued slow and long licks, Tris' back arched as Jeanine's tongue entered her, invading and demanding, claiming ownership. Tris would forever belong to Jeanine. Her eyes closed, and she screamed out as Jeanine claimed Tris' clit again, licking and sucking with passion and ferocity.

Jeanine felt Tris' legs clench around her head and as her body began to constrict, she knew she had to keep going. She wanted to make Tris cum, a small death before the inevitable. She shook her head, forcing those thoughts to leave her. She needed Tris to know that she loved her and she always would.

Tris felt her legs lock up, building upwards to her abdomen, her toes and hands curling, she couldn't breathe, she felt as if her breath would never return. Finally, a release. Shockwaves crashed throughout her body, and she inhaled deeply as if it was her first breath of life. Her eyes shot open and the room glowed anew, the world seemed brighter, vibrant. She felt her body awash with dopamine and endorphins. She was smiling. Her mind and body were calm, had the world stood still? She saw the world as if it was in slow motion, Jeanine's eyelashes slowly blinking, a soft smile on Jeanine's lips made Tris' heart tighten.

Tris mouth found Jeanine's and Tris kissed the woman deeply. These last moments of life, the last moment that Tris would be on this Earth would be spent next to the woman she admired deeply.

They both laid on the bed, Jeanine stroking Tris' hair looking at the woman in front of her, how calm and perfect this moment was. How she wish she could stop time and allow them to be captured here forever. A gentle sigh escaped Tris' mouth and her eyes fluttered open, locking eyes with Jeanine. Tris softly smiled, leaning in and gently kissed Jeanine on her forehead.

"I love you Jeanine." She whispered.

"I love you Tris."

The morning light created a soft warm glow in Jeanine's bedroom. The older woman awoke first, her arms wrapped tightly around Tris, spooning her against her body. Tris smelt like soap, and slightly of chemicals. Living in a cell and a laboratory for weeks produces a certain sterile smell. But underneath the scent was a gentle sweetness. She kissed Tris gently on the back of her head. Tris slowly squirmed beneath the covers, popping her head slowly out from beneath. Sleep still in her eyes, she slowly rubbed her eyes awake.

"What time is it?" Tris asked.

"8 am." Jeanine responded.

This was the first time in however long she had been at Erudite that Tris knew the time. Ironic she thought, as it wouldn't really have mattered either way.

"Let's do it." Tris whispered, looking up at Jeanine.

Jeanine laughed, kissing the younger woman gently on the forehead. "My dear, we have been 'doing it' all night…"

Tris shook her head, "No. Let's run away while we still have time." There was a steadfast determination in Tris' voice that made Jeanine's heart beat wildly in her chest. Her mind raced, telling her that it was a bad idea.

"We have to go now." Jeanine shot out of bed, pulling Tris up with her. She opened up her closet and threw on underwear, workout pants and a t-shirt that clung tightly to her body. She reached deep down within her draw and found two older sweaters from when she was a young Erudite, putting one on, giving the other to Tris. She quickly passed Tris a pair of workout pants and a tshirt. She giggled as she saw that the younger woman had to roll up the pants to get them to fit her smaller frame.

Jeanine took a duffle bag and filled it with essentials, underwear, tshirts, socks, coats, sweaters and pants. She pulled on a pair of sneakers, and gave Tris her extra ones. She thanked the universe that they both wore the same sized shoes.

"Jeanine, how are we going to get out of the building without anyone seeing us?" Tris asked, lacing up her shoes.

"I can override the security system and open up all doors from the main computer in my office. I can make it look like a system failure for 30 minutes-that should be enough time to escape, it'll open up all the doors and I know the backway out."

Jeanine pulled the duffle bag across her body, letting it hang on her hip. She walked over to her office and Tris followed behind. The younger woman wrung her hands nervously, passing back and forth.

"You can't second guess yourself." Jeanine said, looking over Tris.

"I'm not." She said, her shoes still dangling in her hands.

Jeanine opened her computer, entering numbers into a security protocol software. "When I click enter, we will have 30 minutes to get out of here. Are you ready?"

Tris put on the shoes. "Yes."

Jeanine clicked "enter."

Both women looked at one another and dashed out of the apartment, as they ran down the hallway, gun shots and sounds of breaking glass were heard in the distance.

"What? I thought you said no one would find out right away." Tris was startled, she grabbed Jeanine's hand and they continued down the hallway, quickening their speed.

As they turned a corner, they were greeted by guns pointed at them. They both put their hands up, "Don't shoot." Tris said, hoping her request would be granted. She grabbed Jeanine's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Stand down!" She heard a familiar voice boom in the back. The crowd parted and Four emerged.

"Four?" Tris was startled, he grip on Jeanine loosening. "What are you doing here?" She let go of Jeanine's hand, running to him, wrapping him in her arms.

"I told you I'd come back for you." He said, looking at her from arms length, a smile wide on his face.

Tris smile disappeared as she turned back to Jeanine, who was grasping onto the straps of her bag, her eyes darting around, trying to calculate an exit.

Four put up his gun, aiming to shoot her. Tris, jumped in the middle, holding up her hands. "Don't!" She demanded.

Four looked at her, then back at Jeanine, his jaw clenching. "Tris? What? After all she's done." Tris pushed the barrel of his gun towards the floor.

"Don't." Tris said again, turning her back and looking at Jeanine.

Jeanine reached her hand out, and Tris took it gingerly. Their fingers interlocked. Tris brought Jeanine's hands up to her lips and kissed them gently. Jeanine closed her eyes, a tear escaping her eyes.

"Tris." Jeanine whispered, her grey eyes locking with Tris.

"We both knew…" Tris trailed off, wiping the tear from Jeanine's eyes.

Jeanine grabbed Tris then, pushing their foreheads together. "I'm sorry I failed you."

Tris sighed softly. "In another universe, in another time."

"We would be together." Jeanine whispered, before pushing Tris away.

At that moment, erudite agents came around the corner, guns blaring, bullets flying.

Tris wished one had hit her.

Jeanine wished the same.

Tris and Four turned around, running away. As she turned a corner, Tris looked back at Jeanine one last time, both sharing an understanding smile.

FIN.