A/N: Just a fun little short story about our favorite Dauntless treat.
A Perfect Plan
It had been a perfect plan.
Everything had fallen into place for the OP. She had been able to get the blueprints easily enough. Add to the fact that as a Leader, albeit a new one, she had a code to get into most every door.
She had confirmed this when Eric had given her a long drawn out speech about the 'privilege and responsibility' that was now bestowed upon her.
Who knew how sanctimonious and dry the once most feared leader could be.
Tris snorts to herself as she hugs the dark corridor wall.
Once she had been scared of him but it is kind of hard to maintain fear of someone when you see them go into a full tantrum over something as trivial as there being no cake at dinner.
Not that she blamed him but she had least maintained her dignity and kept her mouth shut.
Tris pauses as she reaches the opening she will need to cross to get to the door and her objective.
She can't afford to be caught now and she needs what is being locked up on the other side of that door.
The cameras are set to have a momentary blackout. She had to pay heavily for that with Uri but it would be well worth it.
Looking at her watch, the red light on the camera goes out exactly on time and she is moving. She whips in the code, then throws the door open and pushes inside. Making sure to close and secure it firmly behind her.
Smiling to herself and panting in relief she turns and starts further into the room, only to stop with her mouth dropping open in disbelief.
"Welcome to the party," Eric greets her with a smile and chocolate coating his mouth from a rather large bite he just shoveled in "might as well grab a fucking fork."
Beside him sits her boyfriend who doesn't even blink as he steadily shoves a bite into his own mouth.
"This is the oh so important mission you were going on?" She snarks to him, a hand on her hip.
Four finally comes out of his chocolate induced haze and looks up at her and smirks. "Pot and kettles, babe."
Eric snickers and shoves cake in his mouth.
Sensing that if she doesn't dig in now there will be none to dig into, Tris grabs a fork and proceeds to dig in. The long metal table of the kitchen is a bloody mess of destroyed chocolate cake.
The cooks are going to have another long day explaining what happened to all the cake for the second day in a row. Not that any of the three feel a bit guilty that they have made sure to get their share.
It is Dauntless cake after all.
