Hello again everyone! I don't have much to say up here today so let's just get to it!

PLEASE READ THE AN AT THE BOTTOM.

pmollymay – Yeah having asthma sucks!

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CalaisForever – I know I'm pure evil. Or so my sister tells me anyway.

Olivia-Ivy– I'm sorry for that, but not gonna lie, I it took me several chapters of reading Insurgent the first time, to stop hating Tris.

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Chapter 9

Gabby's POV

When I finally arrive at the front entrance of Candor headquarters there is a group of loyal Dauntless gathered in the lobby. I can hear Alvin and Andrew still on my heels, although they stopped trying to ask me what I plan on doing several blocks ago, the only sounds I have heard them make recently are gasps for breath.

Once I have stepped through the shattered glass doors, I push my way through the crowd until I find Four.

"Where is he?" I ask quickly.

He seems taken aback by my abrupt arrival, but quickly recovers and answers my question, "I'm not sure, second floor maybe. But Gabby, I think…"

I don't wait for him to continue; I free myself from the throng and run toward the stairs. I slowly sneak out on to the second floor landing, my hand twitching at my side as I force myself to resist the urge to draw my gun.

"The rest of you are to be executed."

I can faintly hear Eric's voice in the distance and I know that I was almost too late. I sneak through a side corridor and come out at the opposite end of the main hall from the elevator bank. I watch as Eric raises his gun to a little boy's head, and for a moment I wonder if I am too late after all.

And then he hesitates; not enough for anyone else in the room to notice, but it's enough to let me know that the man I care about is still in there. I feel myself let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He doesn't want to cross this line; all he needs now is an out. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I ask as I step into view. Uriah's eyes are the first to land on me, he seems unfazed for a moment before his eyes widen in shock as he recognizes me.

Eric doesn't seem to react at all, I wonder for a moment if I actually spoke or if the question was merely in my head. "Eric?" I ask, sounding far less authoritatively this time and sounding a bit weaker than I care to admit.

He finally turns his head enough that he can see me, and in that moment I want nothing more in this world than to be in his arms. I feel a warm tear roll down my cheek and I am about to run to him, when I see the flicker of movement over his shoulder.

"NO!" I scream but it is too late. I must find the ability to teleport, because I am at his side in an instant as he crumples to the ground. I roll him onto his back and pull my over shirt off in one swift movement to apply pressure to the stab wound.

I vaguely register the commotion as the hall around me descends into complete chaos. Through the guns going off and people running and screaming, all I can see is the man I love bleeding out on the floor in front of me.

When everything around me has calmed, I find my eyes landing on Tris and Four as he takes the knife from her hands.

"I had to do it, Tobias. He was going to shoot that little boy," She says quietly.

His eyes meet mine for a moment and all I can do is try to burn a hole through his shoulder in an attempt to melt the small girl behind him. A moan from Eric draws my attention back to him and I shelve the anger for later.

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I am sitting on the floor, my back pressed against the wall opposite the door to the room where a group of Candor are treating Eric. I stare at my hands, even though I have washed them several times they still feel like they are covered in his blood. I force myself to focus on breathing and nothing else. In, out. In, out.

"You can't leave me," I whisper to the closed door, "You can't do this to me."

I've lost track of time, I have no idea when I ate last or how long I have been here. I lost feeling in my legs and upper thighs a long time ago, my mouth feels dry.

"You can come in now," An older woman in a black and white dress instructs softly.

I push myself up and walk on unsteady, still sleeping legs to the side of the hospital bed. The doctor and nurses leave the room after a moment and as soon as they are gone I sink into the chair next to the bed, unable to hide how weak I feel.

"I'm so sorry," I slide my hand into his, lacing our fingers together, "I love you. Please don't leave me." I am full on sobbing before the last word leaves my mouth. I rest my head on the edge of the bed, before I know it mental and physical exhaustion take their toll and I fall into a dreamless sleep.

Okay, so I wanted to have more written before I posted another chapter, but you guys were just so "excited" to read more. ;)

So I need you guys to weigh in because I am majorly conflicted about what to do about a certain scene involving Four and Eric and a gun. I wrote it one way and then changed my mind and re-wrote it, and at this point I have ideas for four different ways it could possibly go and then the story after really depends on that scene and…. I can't choose…. So, without spoiling my ideas, I want to ask you guys for ideas.