I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.


I stood on top of the back porch about ready to call Eric in for dinner when I just had to stop and admire the man in front of me. He's hacking away at the wood and of course he is doing the activity without any shirt on. The Amity's brown slacks look a bit dirty on him but it adds to the affect. Eric has taken out a few of the piercings that he has in the first few weeks that passed when we arrived. After about two months he ended up taking them all out. Aside from the tattoos that he does cover up when we join the rest of Amity in their gathering center, he blends in just fine. Eric hasn't gel backed his hair since a month after we got here either. I never realized how curly or wavy they look. He started growing a beard which I don't mind either. It made him look more rugged then I thought he could. The sight before me was enough to make me stop. That must mean that I am enjoying this side of Eric a bit too much. I still remember what it was like when we had first got here.

"Eric," I asked him one night. "Are you upset that I bought you out here to Amity?"

"Our plan was to leave the City, Myra," he turned to face me. "I just never thought that we would be hiding."

"We're not hiding."

"Really," he stood up and started to pace in the small house that Johanna let us have.

It wasn't much but it was a far cry from any apartment in Erudite. There wasn't electricity here and that was a bit difficult for both me and Eric.

"We're not exactly sitting pretty here in Amity."

"Do you think we would be if we were outside of the City?"

"This just isn't what I expected," Eric turned back to me.

"Are you having second thoughts," I asked.

"Sometimes, yes I do," he spat out before leaving me alone that night.

Eric disappeared for two nights. He had gone back to Dauntless only to find out that Four and Six were captured by my mother but released by none other than Peter. The guy from Candor who I always believed had stabbed Edward that gruesome night back in the dormitory.

"What are you going to do," Eric asked Johanna.

"Tori asked me the same thing," Johanna stood up. "And I will tell you the same thing that I told her."

"Let me guess," Eric snarled. "You can't get involved."

Eric stormed out of Johanna's office and went back to our small house.

"Eric we can't do anything anymore. Remember the whole point of this is to start a new life together," I pleaded as he slammed the washroom door shut.

Eric didn't like being told to just sit down and do nothing. He didn't like being a bystander. He didn't appreciate that he was nothing but some refugee in Amity. Yes, even I had to admit that it did seem like we were hiding out. But we both promised that we would no longer be a part of whatever it was that my mother was planning.

It was rough to bounce back from that for Eric. He had gone from being someone of great importance, who was feared by many and now he was just some guy in a small cottage in Amity. He felt useless.

"I'm sorry," he said to me a day or two later as we were sitting down in the Amity gathering area.

I turned my attention away from a group of children laughing and playing with a puppy. "Eric, I understand that this is hard for you."

"I shouldn't have to take it out on you though, Myra," he said. "It's just," he shook his head. "I was someone you know."

"You still are."

"No, I'm not."

"Eric," I took his hand. "You're someone to me," I replied.

"Give me another chance," he whispered.

"I always will," I smiled.

"Thank you Myra," he lifted our interlocked hands and pressed a kiss to the back of mine.

Eric must have noticed that someone was looking at him because he paused from chopping wood and looked up at me. A small smile crossed his face as he set down the ax and made his way over towards the wagon, the wagon that is full with chopped wood is ready to be taken to Johanna. We were given some jobs because everyone did their part in Amity. Eric walks out to the woods nearby to gather wood, big and small. Eric was only supposed to collect the logs from the woods but he insisted that he chop them and then deliver them to Johanna for the rest of Amity to come and pick up what they need. After a couple weeks, instead of having a small wooden barrel Johanna saw fit to give me and Eric a small wagon.

I had started helping out a few others with the child daycare here in Amity. It wasn't an esteemed job that my mother would want but neither Eric nor I cared at this point. I had heard that my mother had died and that Four's mother was taking over. Johanna did go out at Eric's request and tried to talk to the members of Dauntless. Apparently the decision was made by the new leaders to create an alliance with the factionless. When Johanna had returned that day, she wasn't upset but we could tell something was different. We were among the first people that she came to visit that day and explained what she saw. Four had also written to me and asked if Johanna could deliver it.

"The factionless have completely taken over," Johanna told us. "Dauntless thinks that it's a good thing to see Erudite fall." Johanna shook her head. "The balance has been thrown off."

"What did Four write you," asked Eric after Johanna had left.

"His mother is the leader of this faction-less City," I put the note down. "And that's exactly what this is, Eric. She wants to remove all factions."

"Why?"

"To make everyone factionless," I turned to him.

Eric pulled me into his arms. "First Abnegation, now Erudite," he shook his head.

"My mother started it," I said quietly. "Four's mother is finishing it."

That had happened a couple weeks ago. No one really came and bothered those at Amity. If you came to Amity you were also seeking refuge from the chaos that was unleashed in the City. I continued to work with the children at the day care and Eric worked as a wood gatherer for everyone in Amity. Eric and I rarely left the Amity borderline either. We had fallen into a daily routine and had made the best of our situation.

"Were you going to come with me today," called Eric as he loaded up the last bit of wood into the wagon.

"I was going to tell you that I got dinner ready," I said walking down from the back porch.

Eric pulled me to him quickly causing me to shriek. Of course it made him smirk.

"Eric," I tried to pull away but he kept his hold on me. I was held against his shirtless, sweaty body as he looked down at me. "You have deliveries to make," I reminded him.

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Keep dinner warm for me," he mumbled before kissing me again.

I wait for him to return that night but he doesn't come back in the next few minutes as he said he would. Not once do I think that he has left Amity because really after he asked for that second chance I truly believed that that's what we were working on, a brand new start. I briefly touched my still flat stomach and let out a sigh. I had planned to tell him over dinner but it has been a while and now I wanted nothing more than to keep it a secret. Where was he so late this night? I hated second guessing him again. It was darker than usual when I finally decided to eat dinner alone. Even after that was finished he still had not returned yet.

Pouring me a hot bath, there was still no sound of his return. The wagon was still empty from its spot in the front of our small little home. I combed through my hair, drying it with a towel as I walked again towards the back porch. Maybe he was out there. Sometimes he would lay down in the wagon and call me out there so we could look at the stars. But he wasn't there either. Maybe he was getting bored again, I thought. No, I quickly shook my head and walked back in.

"Myra."

I stopped and stared at the person standing in our living room.

"Four," I replied as he took three quick strides and wrapped an arm around me tightly. I returned the hug, closing my eyes and enjoying my brother's comfort for a moment. "What's going on," I pulled back and looked up at him. "Is everything okay?"

"We're going outside the City," he replied. "And I asked Eric to come with us."

Someone cleared their throat behind us. I turned to see Eric standing there looking at me. "Can you give us a moment, Four," Eric asked as Four nodded and then left.

"No," I told Eric without having him talk once Four exited the front door.

"You didn't even let me explain."

"Because I don't need to."

"There's something going on outside the City and it has to do with all of us in here. The thing Jeanine had me looking for, she was right Myra. Abnegation was hiding something. It was a video from someone outside the City."

"Why does it always have to go back to my mother," I asked. "I thought we forgot about her and moved on?"

"We did."

"Then why..."

"They're going outside the City. Things aren't good in here with Evelyn and the facitonless taking over, Myra," Eric said. "This is a chance for me."

"I know," I yelled. "You think that you're nothing now and that somehow this is a chance for you to be someone. You were always someone to me, Eric! Don't you get that? Am I not enough for you anymore?"

"That's not it."

"Yes it is. You're bored and tired of this life, aren't you? I know there was an adjustment period but Eric, this has got to stop. My mother is dead. You could have been too. There's nothing more you can do."

"I can makes things right."

I shook my head.

"Myra, I can makes things right. Not just for us but everyone else in the City," he stated.

"I don't like it."

"Myra, this is a chance for me to..."

"I'm pregnant, Eric," I said quickly.

"To make a diff," Eric paused. "Say that again."

"I'm pregnant," I repeated. "I was going to tell you tonight. I wanted us to have a nice dinner and," I smiled as tears formed at my eyes. "I just wanted things to be normal," I looked down and shook my head.

Eric wrapped his arms around me and let out a sigh against my hair. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Like I said I wanted to have a nice dinner," I mumbled as I held onto his half buttoned shirt.

"I'm happy you know," he said causing me to look up. "You said that you're not enough for me," he started. "But you are more than enough, Myra. I'm happy with you. I'm content with this small life we got going here right now. I'm not looking for an out. I'm just looking at a way to redeem myself."

"You don't owe anyone anything," I replied.

"I owe it to myself. I owe it to you, to our baby," he touched my stomach and leaned down to kiss me. "I don't want him or her to know that their father helped destroy an entire faction. Instead their father is someone who saved a City."

"Eric," I shook my head as tears began to fall.

"I'll be back before you even know I've been gone. Before," he smiled and knelt down to kiss my stomach. "Before this little one starts to get any bigger. I promise you. I'll come back to both of you."

Reluctantly I let Eric leave with Four. Days had turned into weeks and I still had heard no news of Eric or Four. I had no idea who had gone with them either. All I knew was that they went somewhere outside the City to speak to someone about what was going on inside the City. It had been almost two months since Eric had left. I had been outside taking down the bed sheets from the line when Johanna had stopped by to visit with me. The visit was brief and basically to see how I was doing. I sat down slowly and immediately she noticed how I shifted my still small baby bump around.

"How long," Johanna smiled.

"Three months now I believe," I smiled in return.

"Is that why you weren't at the daycare this morning?"

"Yes, I was feeling a little under the weather. I did not mean to skip out..."

"Oh no, it is quite alright," she patted my hand and looked off into the woods. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. They said that a couple factionless appeared at our borders last night."

"What," I asked starting to panic.

"They're running out of supplies in the City. Evelyn is having a hard time controlling them," she said.

"Do you have any news on Four or Eric?"

Johanna shook her head sadly. "I do hope that they hurry," she said.