Hello everyone! I have a couple of these written already, but you can always message me with a prompt or suggestion. These are all going to be pretty short and mostly pure fluff. The number of years listed at the begining of each drable is the amount of time since the last chapter of TRNT not the epilogue.
I hope you all enjoy these! Let me know what you think in a review if you have a moment! I still don't own Eric or Divergent.
5 years after The Road Not Taken
Gabby's POV
I run around the corner and into the alley as quickly as I can while carrying my son. I shot at him and missed, which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't out of ammo. He knows I'm here now, but I don't think he saw that it was me, maybe I can use that to my advantage. Once we are behind cover, a stack of empty crates, I set Jesse down on the ground next to me. I take a moment to catch my breath before glancing down at him.
"Mom, are w…"
I quickly hold a finger up to my mouth and he nods. I can hear his footsteps approaching, he'll find us soon. I glance at the little boy next to me before whispering, "Ready?"
He nods and I give him a quick smile, "Remember to stay hidden." I move out from behind the crates and sneak forward to the mouth of the alley to peak around the corner, only to find him standing less than a foot away. He's leaning against the wall, gun held leisurely in his right hand. I raise my gun and smirk up at hm, "How'd you find me so fast?"
He smirks back at me, "You know you can't hide from me, Gabby, and we both know that if you had anything in that gun you would have shot me already. You know the drill, gun on the ground and put your hands up."
I stare at him for a moment, "You wouldn't shoot your own wife in cold blood, especially when she's unarmed, now would you, Eric?"
He laughs, slowly raising his gun and aiming for my chest, "This is war, there's no place for sentiment on the battlefield."
I chuckle and shake my head, which causes his smirk to grow. I glance around quickly, "Where are the others, or did you decide to come after me alone?"
"Dead," He responds matter-of-factly, "We got ambushed on the pier."
"So, are you saying that we're the only ones left?" I ask slowly taking a step backward.
He nods, "So, obviously you see why I have to kill you."
I take another step back, "Or we could just slow down and think this through. I know, deep down, you don't want to shoot me." He takes a step forward and I take another back, "Fine, at least make this a fair fight. Isn't winning more satisfying that way?"
He takes another step forward, eyes locked on mine, "Yeah, your puppy dog eyes aren't going to…"
He trails off when he gets hit in the side, blue colored water splattering across his shirt. Jesse lets out a triumphant shout and I turn to face him with my hand out, "Nice aim buddy, high five!"
Eric shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest, "If I had known we were playing dirty I would have changed my strategy."
I look back over my shoulder and smirk again, "Well, like you said, the battlefield is no place for sentiment."
He rolls his eyes before returning my smirk and walking over to pick Jesse up. He holds out a hand and waits for Jesse to smack it, "Good job buddy, even if you are a traitor for helping your mom instead of me."
Jesse smiles at Eric, "Did I win?"
"You did! You beat everyone," I reply as I bend over to pick up his discarded water pistol. I am standing back up when I feel something hit my back, followed by the feeling of moisture soaking through my shirt. I look behind me to find Eric balancing Jesse in his left arm and his gun in his right hand.
"Oops," He says with a smirk before glancing at Jesse, "Now you really did beat everyone, you're the only one who didn't get wet."
"Cool!" Jesse shouts.
"Traitor," I mumble as Eric sets him down and wraps his arm around me as we start to walk back to the building where the others will be waiting. "Where's Lexi?" I ask when I don't see her as we approach the rest of the group.
"With Andrew," He replies, chuckling to himself for a moment. "He got shot about five minutes into the game. When she heard him say he was out, she gave Tris her gun and announced that she was out now too. Last time I saw her she was dragging Andrew in the direction of the library."
I smile, "I'm sure he didn't mind. Reading a book to a five year old is much more his speed than water tag. "
Eric nods and we watch as Jesse runs toward Four and Uriah to tell them all about how he won. "You do realize that I'm going to have to demand a rematch, since you cheated," Eric says, his arm still draped over my shoulders.
"Sure," I reply as innocently as I can, "If you feel like losing again."
