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Pairing: Eric/Tris (Beatrice Prior)
Rating: MA
The Divergent Trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth.
A small thump had roused a sleeping blonde from her dreams late one night; thinking it was her beloved accidentally bumping into her, she had turned around to slumber once more. Only to be awoken by another bump, and was joyful to feel that her baby was kicking her. Tris smiled and rubbed at her stomach, hoping to calm the child so she could go back to sleep; though her attempts were in vain. She ended up laying there for hours trying to sleep again but there was a nagging feeling in her mind, something that she couldn't shake.
Deciding that she wouldn't get anymore sleep Tris had gotten up and changed into her day clothes, and through the entire process her baby kicked her. Something just wasn't right, normally he wouldn't kick her this much unless they were both hungry. Alas the mother-to-be was not hungry nor was she tired, Tris only felt unease; so she did the one thing that calmed her down the most.
Twist the engagement ring that Eric gave her.
It gave her a sense of security when she needed it the most, and there was no explaining it. She felt apprehensive and it wasn't even seven in the morning yet, when Tris heard a yawn behind her she smiled before turning around into a warm embrace. His scruffy chin was pressed against her forehead and his strong arms had her trapped into his warm body, there she felt safe from all the evils in the world. Eric never stopped giving her a safe place to sleep every night, and he was her knight in shining armor; ready to protect her from the smallest to the largest of foes.
"Good morning Tris," he murmured into her golden hair as he blinked away the last of his sleep. His hair was tousled and he really needed to shave the sides of his head because they were growing at fast paces. "Morning to you lil guy," her swollen stomach felt a painful thump as the baby responded to Eric's voice. The leader brightened considerably as he felt the child kick at him through his mother, and Tris could only wonder how she was landed with someone like him. To be blessed with someone who loved her and accepted her child, someone who saw the good in life and loved those he trusted without reserve.
As he talked to the baby she could only wonder what Eric would be like when the baby was born, would he coo at it like an old Amity grandmother? Or would he be the authoritarian type of parent who still cared for the little boy? Though looking at the way he was acting now there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to be the doting father to her child and maybe their future children to come. She could just see it now, little blond haired children clinging to him as he gave her a cup of her morning coffee, and a small brown haired boy sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of waffles in front of him.
How she wanted to see that in the future, to be able to have a family with Eric. To live her life knowing that she would want nothing more than this; that was all Tris could ask for. Though she was curious to one thing, when would he consider have a family with her? "Hey, Eric," she mumbled as she raked her fingers through his hair. He grumbled in response, not moving from his position but still willing to listen to her. "Do you think that one day we could have our own family?" she shyly looked down to see if he changed his expression.
He was frozen in place and with disbelieving eyes he looked up to her face, searching for any hint of a lie. When he found that she was genuine in asking if he would ever want to start a family with her he was overjoyed. There was no end to his elation, for this was what he had want since she first stepped foot in Dauntless. The leader got to his feet and held her a close as he dared to his body, a single tear had fallen from his grey eyes as he held her. She could only bask in the love and adoration he was giving her, and in that moment she needed no answer. Just like he need not to give her one, for the look he gave her told Tris everything.
A smile was shared between the two, and there was nothing weighing them down at that point in time. To them there were no problems and they had all the time in the world, but every single time they ever seemed to get close something interrupted them.
Eric released Tris from his embrace when he heard knocks on the door, while he didn't look very happy at being interrupted with his time with Tris he went to answer it anyway. The leader didn't care if he didn't have a shirt on nor the fact that he only wore black sweatpants, yet as he walked away Tris felt that apprehensiveness that she felt from earlier. Her fears were confirmed when she heard a gun shot and the sound of a body hitting the ground, though she didn't get the chance to see what happened when a hand came out of nowhere and held a damp rag to her nose and mouth.
She swayed on her feet before collapsing into the arms of her captor, who held her carefully as if she were made of glass and the last thing she saw was the eyes of the initiate she had seen get handcuffed and dragged away. Aiden on the other hand was deliriously happy to see that his plan had worked, to embrace the feeling of accomplishment once more; and with a lightened heart he pocketed the rag and stepped over the bleeding body of Eric.
From his point of view the leader could only see Tris' blond hair and the ski mask that covered their assailant's head. Eric held the right side of his chest where the bullet entered his body and tried in vain to breathe, and his heart was filled with rage as he saw the attacker sprint away with his Tris. There was nothing he could do, and this only added fuel to the fire that was his anger. All he saw was red at that point, and there were a few ways for him to describe the color. Sometimes it would be the color you would see as the sun sets, but in this case it was the color that poured out of him.
Blood soaked the hallway floor as he drug himself with all the strength he had to the phone, but the darkness was closing in on him. The stress from all the crimes that were happening in Dauntless were helping in him losing to unconsciousness. A small flame of hope that lay in his soul began to flicker. He worried no one would find him or save Tris.
Then he saw a picture of him and Tris hanging on the wall.
Then he saw no more.
Then the flame died.
~.~.~.
Sometimes there was moments of clarity, that beautiful clarity that allowed Four to think rationally though they were too few and in between. This only proved it since he was willing to release Aiden and use the initiate to kidnap Tris, and his only hope was that this time Eric would be taken out. Last time he let someone else handle something this serious they manage to fuck up and he had to erase them.
He wished that the initiate heeded his warnings and brought her safe and sound, for her he was willing to scrape out a life in the Factionless. That is if he didn't get caught and only if she would learn to be compliant to the ground rules he would set. Though Four was patient and was willing to work out the little kinks in his plans when he came to them.
Packs were set by the tracks, filled to the brim with food and clothes for her and a baby; all in all he was all set and ready to go but had to wait for Aiden and Tris. The morning was early and he was sure that very few people would be awake. This was the only time he managed to plan for a way out of Dauntless because the trains weren't taking any night routes any time soon, so he had to settle for the first train.
Which he was sure they were going to miss if Aiden didn't hurry the fuck up.
Though his worries were soon relieved when he saw a figure dress completely in black running towards him with his Tris in his arms, her blonde hair trailing behind them as he hauled ass. His body was tired but they stilled had even further to go if they were to escape this place, it was in this moment Aiden hated himself for leaving Erudite. In the sea of blue, he could have striven to be the best scientist or even try to be the leader of the faction if he tried hard enough. What possessed him to leave his home for a place that was foreign to him?
Though looking at his instructor and his savior he knew that Four was trying to make a home for himself, with someone that he loved more than his own life. Aiden remembered why he left Erudite, for the place he grew up in wasn't his home. A home was defined as a place filled with love, or more accurately it was were the heart was. In all of his life he was never loved and so he never had a home, as he grew up in such a volatile household with a mother who never loved him and a father who always beat him.
So now all he could do was help someone like him, someone who understood the reason to his madness. Though it was obvious to someone so oblivious to love that she didn't love Four. He knew that there were more to the story than Four let on but he still went along with whatever the man told him. So on he went with the blonde beauty in his arms, and blood on his boots.
Blood of the man who loved this woman with everything he had, and not once second did he feel guilty for shooting Eric. Like he and Six drilled into their heads during initiation 'Always follow orders no matter what'. They had no clue at the time that that one sentence would be the end of them, or at least the end of the Leader.
When he approached Four he quickly handed her of into Four's awaiting arms before picking up the bags on the ground and slinging them over his shoulder. Though they had a small break this was far from over, seeing as the entire faction would soon know what was going on. Dauntless would soon know who to look for, and their only saving grace was that they didn't know where to look for them.
"We got three minutes till the train gets here. Rest a bit while we wait," he never cared to check if Aiden was doing as told. He was much more interested in holding the pregnant woman as close as he could to his chest. She was as beautiful as the day she left him, though her luscious hair was longer and her face brighter. Overall she was indescribable, and he was more then happy to keep her like this forever though the sound of the approaching train disrupted that notion.
"C'mon we gotta go!" Aiden called out as he hauled everything he had onto his back and took off at a sprint alongside the train. Four followed him at a more leisurely jog since he had more stamina and could easily keep up with the train despite being hindered by Tris' weight. He used one arm to hold her to her chest in a protective cradle as he reached out with the other to grip the handle so he could hoist them up in the car. Aiden was trying to calm his breathing as he leaned against a wall, and Tris was still motionless.
His dark eyes scanned over her for any injuries and was relieved to see that she was okay and under her large stomach a child was hidden from the world. Four smiled and wondered what he would name it, after all it was his child now.
"So where are we going?" Aiden asked as he set the bags he carried down on the floor with a relieved sigh.
"There are places for the factionless all over the city, we just need to find one and see if my mother is there."
A nod was all he got in response though he wasn't concerned about that, though Four was concerned about what would happen when they found out about this. For they commited very serious crimes in the Dauntless eyes, both kidnap and possibly murder. He wished it didn't have to be this wa; Four honestly didn't wish for this to happen at all. If it were an idyllic world then no one would have to had died and Eric would never have gotten together with Tris.
Looking at the young woman he envisioned a future with her, and in his darkened mind there was a part of him that could still feel the morale that Four used to have. The brighter part of his mind that wasn't corrupted with obsession. The Abnegation part of him was lamenting a future that could have been if he had gotten over his obsession of Tris or if they never fell for her at all.
Four would never remember what he did in his days of obsessing over her; though he wouldn't remember that doesn't mean that others will forget. All he could now was hope the lives he could carve out in Factionless would be infinitly better than the one she made for herself in Dauntless. It was like he had told himself, he would rip her world from beneath her feet. Then it would be time for him to rebuild it as he sees fit, there would only be room in her heart for him and none other.
Yes, Four was well on the path to rebuilding her world from the ashes that was Eric, and this world would be idyllic and all his.
None could stop him, but he should know better than others that no world could ever be perfect.
~.~.~.
The lights were way to bright for his tastes and the air was much to sterile to be the dust filled air of Dauntless; and all the while he lay there in complete pain. Every now and then he could hear people shouting orders around him, but no matter how much he tried the Leader couldn't open his eyes. All Eric could see was white and it brought him pain, it was to the point he never want to awaken. Then he thought of Tris and how she must be so frightened at the sight of him dying on the floor and he would refuse to give into the pain. Whenever he felt as if he should float away into the unknown he remembered the smiles that plastered her face and the love that she showed him.
She was perfect in every way, shape, and form; and he always remembered that as he drifted into the states of barely conscious and sleep.
Finally after some time he gathered all the strength he could and opened his eyes to the bright tiles of a hospital room, and groaned as he shut them again. His vision was blurry as he opened and closed his eyes in an attempt to get used to the brightness. By his side in silent vigil was Max who slept in his chair with his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle, and in his arms was a gun. Ready to shoot at any uninvited intruders, the clock on the stand next to him read 9:47 in the morning.
How long had his fellow leader been there?
"You know if you sleep like that then you get a crick in your neck," his voice was barely there from not being used. His torso was bandaged well and there were IVs sticking into him like he was some pin cushion. Eric groaned as dull pain flashed through his body as he tried to sit up, and as he did so Max was startled by what Eric had said and was now trying to keep him down. Where was she? Did they manage to get to Tris in time?
"Don't move you'll rip your stitches!"
Though he cared not and he tried to push himself off the bed in vain but Max kept him pinned down. All he wanted to do was get up but was denied that as nurses ran into the room and began to use anesthesia in his IV drippings and he grew frantic. "Please," he begged, "Where is she?" None would answer him and then he felt the grip of sleep once more and in one last attempt he cried out her name.
Max sighed in relief as Eric fell prone once more, he couldn't bear to see the young leader in so much agony.
There was no way for him to explain to him that she was nowhere to be found, and it wouldn't help him heal. It would be detrimental to his health if he found out so quickly. Things were not looking good for Dauntless, and with the recent chain of events that just unfolded Max deduced that there would be little to no transfers to the Warrior Faction.
Initiates attacking each other, leaders getting shot, people being kidnapped; where did the list end?
As hr stressed Eric dreamed, and how his dreams were everything he every wanted. A nice loving family with the woman he loved, little Eric look-a-likes were running around and a precious daughter perched on his shoulders. Tris coming in with a loving smile and a small brown haired by on her hip. It was a future that he wanted so badly for himself.
The world outside his dream realm was tumultuous and breaking apart as the seconds ticked by. Was it bad to ask that he remained sleeping? If only so he could keep the little world made just for him intact? It wasn't too much to ask for, and with that in mind he became peaceful despite the pain in his torso. For Eric would only wake when they wanted him too, and they wanted him to wake whenever they found Tris.
Only, no one knew where she could be.
~.~.~.
As she slept the entire journey to the Factionless Tris dreamed, she dreamed of the days she had spent in Abnegation. How she missed its simplicity. Then she dreamed of her future, she could see herself sitting desolately in a chair as a small child colored next to her. The poor thing was wearing baggy mixed color clothes that only the Factionless possessed. A brown haired boy sat next to the child with an old discarded book in his hands, content to read.
She saw a tall man playing on the floor with small babies , and was alarmed to see familiar tattoos running up his neck. That short dark hair and those cold eyes as he turned to give her a lifeless smile. A gun lay near him on the floor as well, a constant reminder of what could happen should she run. The children seemed to be in deep despair and cried silently, as if they were afraid of their father. Looking closer to the brown haired boy she saw the sign of bruising on his cheek.
She had tears streaming down her face as she looked on her arms and saw they were covered in discolorations. All the while Four smiled both in her dreams and in reality.
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