A/N: There are two reasons why I've decided to come out of my long-time writer's hiatus to bring you this alternate ending to the much loved Divergent series. The first and most important reason, of course, is because of Tris' death – because you can't have Fourtris without the Tris, and a world without Fourtris is a very, very sad one. I think that Tris' actions leading up to her death were very much in character, and given that she was unarmed and alone, it would've been more unbelievable if she'd made it out alive. But do I think that ultimately, her death was unnecessary and avoidable? Yes. The second thing that I want to change is the way that Caleb turned out – before his betrayal, he was one of my favourite characters, and I was desperately hoping that he'd redeem himself in Allegiant- instead, he let his sister walk to her death and didn't intervene. Again.

I wrote this mainly for myself and my best friend, but I decided to upload and share it with you all as well – hopefully my alternate ending doesn't break your heart as much as the original version!

Disclaimer: The Divergent series, original plot and characters were all lovingly created by Veronica Roth. You will recognise some of the narrative and dialogue from Allegiant here, but otherwise, everything else was written by me.

Chapter 47: Tris

"When I look at him, I don't see the cowardly young man who sold me out to Jeanine Matthews, and I don't hear the excuses he gave afterward.

When I look at him, I see the boy who held my hand in the hospital when our mother broke her wrist and told me it would be all right. I see the brother who told me to make my own choices, the night before Choosing Ceremony. I think of all the remarkable things he is – smart and enthusiastic and observant, quiet and earnest and kind."

And suddenly the words I spoke to him a few days ago ring in my ear, like an accusation: I would never deliver you to your own execution. But isn't that what I'm doing now, leading him to a place from which I know he'll never return? I look into his green eyes, wide with fear, and see the desperation that must have been in my own eyes when Peter came to collect me for my execution at Erudite headquarters. And I know what I must do.

"Caleb, give me the backpack."

Caleb's eyes widen further, if that's even possible, and he shifts slightly so that he faces me, the backpack out of my reach. "No." He sets his jaw, and when he repeats himself, I hear a hardness in his voice that wasn't there before. "No, Tris, I'm not going to let you die this time."

I pull myself up straighter – not that it makes much of a difference – and look him squarely in the eye, trying to reason with him, to appeal to the logical side of his Erudite mind. "Listen, Caleb, if you go in there, you won't survive." He winces at the reminder. "But I've managed to resist all the other serums so far – there's a chance that I might survive this one."

I see him weighing up my argument, see his shoulders go slack, and I think that I've convinced him. But something flashes in his eyes – determination? – and he shakes his head. "There's also a chance you might not. I can't risk it."

"Caleb-"

"Drop your weapons, or we will fire!"

I'd forgotten about the guards down the hallway, and they are too close for comfort now. We scramble around the corner, momentarily protected, but Caleb glances over his shoulder, wary of the armed men approaching us. In that moment of distraction, I swing around and elbow him in the gut without warning - I'm smaller than him, but I'm still stronger, and he wasn't prepared. He slams into the wall and falls on the ground, hard, and I seize the opportunity to yank the backpack off his shoulders. As my mouth moves past his ear, I whisper, "I love you, you know. And I forgive you."

He looks at me, and I can see the fight has gone out of his eyes. At first, I think it's sadness that is reflected in them instead, but then I realise that no, it isn't sadness. It's grief. The look you give someone you know is going to die, and there's nothing you can do to save them. "I love you too, Tris."

I haul the backpack onto my shoulder, stand up, and fire three shots around the corner – enough to slow down the guards, but not to kill. I stand and turn to leave, but something tugs at the back of my mind, Tobias' voice – I don't know if you can understand what it was like to wake up alone, and know that you had gone – and my breath catches in my throat. "Tell Tobias...tell Tobias that I didn't want to leave him."

Then I'm gone.

What did you think guys? I tried my best to tap into Tris' voice, but I'd appreciate any feedback to help improve my writing for the next few chapters! Please note, though, that I won't be re-writing Tobias' scenes with his mother - I think they were fine as they are.