The Meek Shall Inherit

by MimiLuvs16

Nasira Grant, a natural born member of the Dauntless faction, appears to be the least expected member of the faction. She's an introvert, who prefers the grand silent halls of libraries instead of sparring rooms. It has earn her the nickname "Meek the Mouse". So what happens when she is involved in a 'love square' with a Dauntless leader? COMPLETE

3. Chapter 3

*Waves hand*

Hello again.

First off, I want to thank all of the readers who are reading this story and are enjoying this story. It just makes me feel so… Relieved. Content. Ecstatic. And pleased. I appreciate each and every one of you.

When it comes to this short story, I am almost finish. Actually, I am finish with the story, but I need to type it up. In regards to adding more sequels, I've decided to add more short stories about Eric and Nasira. I've decided to write them with an 'one-shot' style, meaning, I will write short stories which will be in chronological order, but I was capture 'snapshots of their lives'. For the sake of entertainment value, I will write about the pivotal moments from their lives.

Now, when I post those stories? *laughs nervously while scratching the back of my head*

Ummm… Yeah. I don't know about that one. Hell's bells, they are just 'ideas' right now. But when I do write them and then post them on , I will leave an 'update' note in this story, as a new chapter. Okay?

This chapter is a short one and it is the second-to-last chapter. For this one, Eric doesn't make an appearance. But he is mention.

Disclaimer: All original characters from The Divergent Trilogy does not belong to me. It belongs to Veronica Roth.

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Once again, thank you.

And, enjoy!

*~oMLo~*

"—might as well not bullshit with y'all and just give it to you straight chaser…" Rafe announced as he stood in front of a classroom of the IT professionals that he was in charge of. Thirty-four pairs of eyes were focused on him as he spoke. "…Remember that little Amity project that has been going on for a few years now? You know, the one where people from different factions go live in Amity for months at a time and teach those beatniks how to do things?" There were a smattering of confirmations from the employees. "Yeah? You know? Well, I asked because they are looking for a person to teach a couple of computer courses down there…"

Nasira abruptly sat upright in her chair. Both the chair and the desk shook with force. Her actions and their responses caught Patrick's attention. He stared over at the expectant mom with concern. Nasira did not notice his cautious stares because she was focused on the lanky, tattooed man that stood in front of the classroom. Her friend, and colleague, had to tap her right shoulder, in order to get her attention.

"Are you alright?" he asked her as he eyed her swollen stomach. "You're not in pain, are you?"

'What?' Her delicate features furrowed slightly in confusion. Then she shook her head, once she caught on. "No-no-no-no," she said softly. "I'm fine. I was…just listening to Rafe." She turned her attention back to her supervisor.

"…have to share an apartment, or some shit like that, with a…" Rafe's fingers did the 'quote-unquote' pantomime. "…'host family' and you will also earn credits while you're there, so you don't have to worry about being broke –as-shit…" He took a step to the left. He clapped his hands once. "Okay, this job will require you to live in Amity for ten whole months…"

The room was filled with sounds of astonishment. Computer technicians issued low murmurs and sounds of disbelief. For Nasira, the low squeak of happiness slipped from between her lips.

"…and maybe a few days. I don't have much info about what you'll teach to those hippies while you're there. Your coordinating manager will fill you in, once you get there. I do know that you'll be teaching everyone who wants to learn, so if you hate old people, I suggest you reconsider. If you find children to be annoying, blood-sucking leeches, then I suggest for you to reconsider. So…" Rafe clapped his hands together. "…Any volunteers for this lovely position?"

Nasira's left hand shot up into the air. She even lifted her butt from off of the chair just to make her hand appear higher in the air. "I volunteer!" she proudly announced with a firm, proud voice.

People shifted in their chairs just to see the person who volunteered. She detected the expressions of surprise on a few co-workers' faces. There were the faces of supreme relief etched on others'.

"Nasira, are you okay?" she heard Patrick say softly. "Why are you…?"

She kept her eyes on her supervisor. Rafe walked to the edge of small stage as his hazel eyes were focused on her. "No." His response was clear and precise.

'No?! Why—

"Why not?!" she asked him.

"No," her supervisor repeated.

"But why—

"Why? Is that what you were going to say?" she heard her boss say.

Nasira nodded her head as she settled her left hand on the desk.

"Alright… You can't go because I need you here. You are the best tech that I have," Rafe notified her.

"Well jeez, Rafe, tell us how you really feel," one of the other techs murmured.

"Can it!" the supervisor shouted. It caused several techs to flinch. Rafe returned his stare to Nasira. He pointed his right index finger at her. "No, you cannot go!"

She scoffed. "You have plenty of other great techs here! Me, not being here is not going to stop the boat from sailing, Rafe! I want to go! I am volunteering my services for this!"

Rafe bowed his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gggggrrrrrrrr," he darkly growled into his hand. He loudly exhaled before he looked at her again. "Apparently you're gonna be stubborn, I see." He sighed. "What about your pregnancy?"

Nasira stared down at her stomach and then back up at him. "What about it?" she asked him.

"Don't you have…?" His left hand did a clumsy dance in front of him. Then he snapped his fingers. "…Doctors and shit? Don't you have to be here to get ready for your kid or something like that?"

"No, I don't. I can get a referral from the clinic doctor and all of my medical records can be accessed by an Amity doctor, from the Bureau of Records. And besides, outside of Erudite, Amity has the best pediatricians and obstetricians, so I am safe in that regards," she pointed out.

He snapped his fingers again. "What about your family? Aren't most of your family members living in Dauntless? Won't they miss you?"

"Faction before blood, Rafe," she pointed out. Secretly, she proverbially rolled her eyes. "So when I can leave for—

"I volunteer!"

Nasira's head snapped to her right. She glowered at Patrick with an intense level of irritation. Her eyes narrowed. "Patrick, if you value your life, then you better…" She reached over and grabbed his raised left arm. "…put your fucking arm down!" she said in a terse whisper. She tried to force his hand down. When she realized that his arm's strength inadvertently overpowered hers, she chose a different route. Her fingers tickled his armpit. Automatically his arm fell down and tried to protect his vulnerable pit. Once his arm fell, she gave his bicep a firm punch.

Afterwards, she returned her attention to Rafe. With a wide, toothy smile she said, "So, when I am leaving?"

Rafe did a slow blink and a deep exhale. "He and your mother and your brothers will have my nuts for this," he said softly. He made another audible exhale. "Fine. You're going."

A smile grew on her face while her heart raced in excitement. "When do I need to go?" she questioned.

"Tonight," he answered. "The first class needs to start on next Tuesday, so it will best if you leave tonight."

She slowly nodded her head. "Cool," she added. 'Now let me go and unleash Hell today.'

Rafe unleashed a booming clap with his hands. People jerked in their seats in reaction. "Alright you fucks, it's time to go back to work!" he announced. He waited for a few seconds, before he pointed to Nasira. "Not you, Grant! You have the rest of the day off! You have to go back to your place and pack! But first… I need you to do one last task for me!"

*~oMLo~*

'This is just getting better and better,' she thought as she strolled back to her cubicle.

"So why did you volunteer to go to Amity?" Patrick asked as he walked alongside her.

She glanced at her friend. "For a couple of reasons. One, it will be a great learning experience."

"You sound like an Erudite, right now," he pointed out.

Her eyes widened. 'Damn, you need to stop that.' She nervously giggled and then she continued. "Two, I'll get to see my brother, my aunts and their families."

"Your brother is a wall leader, right?" he questioned.

"Mmm-hmm," she hummed as she nodded. "So I'll get to spend time with him. Three, I always had a fascination with Amity. My mom has to go there all of the time. Sometimes, she took the kids with her, including me. It's beautiful out there. And that's my third reason."

Both Dauntless members entered the department. "You know…there was a reason why I volunteered to go to Amity," Patrick told her.

Nasira glanced at him. "Oh yeah?" she said as she smiled.

"Yeah," he hummed. He looked down at his shoes and smiled, making his dimples pronounced. "I wanted to go because I thought it would be a romantic gesture for my fiancée…"

'Fiancee.'

'Fiancee.'

'Fiancee.'

Her brain replayed the word repeatedly. A strong chill captured her soul and it caused her to shiver. She paused in her stroll. She gazed at him. "Fiancee?" she murmured.

Patrick stopped walking and he turned to face her. She joined him. She saw the exuberant, goofy smile on his handsome face. "Yeah," I proposed to her two nights ago. I took her to the old pier, where I had candles spell out 'Will you marry me?' for her. She said, 'yes'. We haven't told anybody yet. So, please can you—

She nodded her head. "Sure-sure-sure, I won't say anything to anybody," she promised him.

Patrick smiled. He took a soft hold of her hands. "Nasira, I am going to miss you. Over these past months, I've gotten to know you and I must say that you're awesome. I know that your kid is going to be bless to have you as a mom."

She smiled while her cheeks blushed. "Thank you, Patrick."

They approached her cubicle. From a few feet away, she spotted the orange manila envelope on her desktop. It was wedged in between the bottom of her monitor and the keyboard. She knew what was inside of the package. This was a part of the final task that she needed to perform, for Rafe.

Once they approached her desk, they decided this was where they were going to part. He was the first to speak. "Well, I'm going to leave you to pack up and lock up your things…" His arms made a gesture, a request for a hug. She accepted the offer. As they embraced, she felt his lips give her forehead a kiss. "I'm going to miss you, kiddo."

"I'm going to miss you too," she confessed. They parted from each other and they gave each other a parting glance. "I don't like to say 'goodbye'. It sounds too final. So, I'll say that I will see you later," she informed him.

He gave her a nod. "Alright then. I'll see you later." He gave her a wave and then strolled away.

Nasira watched his retreating figure and smiled wistfully. In her mind's eye, she was presented with an imagined scenario of both of them, running through a field that was filled with autumn leaves. There were two children trailing behind. It was a scene that used to make her smile and grow warm. The warmth was no longer there.

'Please forgive me, buddy.'

*~oMLo~*

If she was an adrenaline junkie, then she would've been enjoying these last few moments. Her body felt like there was a blanket of heat wrapped around her. Her heart was pumping and beating down her chest. She was enduring this tumultuous sensation and she was just riding the elevator.

'DING! EIGHTH FLOOR!' the robotic voice announced.

Nasira unleashed a nervous huff. "Okay, here goes nothing," she murmured as she walked out of the elevator bay.

The pregnant Dauntless member walked up to the front receptionist desk and clearly stated her purpose for the visit. She made sure that her voice conveyed that she was not there to idly stand around and she had important business to tend to. The receptionist, who was a different woman, gave Nasira verbal directions to Eric Coulter's office-suite. She thanked the woman and proceeded with her task.

She did a quick check of the time, courtesy of her wrist watch. 'God, I have time,' she reminded herself. Her eyes did a scan of the corridor's walls. She eyed the framed art that hung on the walls as she walked. When she reached the glass door that led to the small waiting area that was attached to Eric's office, her nose picked up a scent. Thanks to her pregnancy, her sense of smell was sharp. Her lips formed a smile, when she recognized the sweet, jasmine-scented fragrance. It was the same scent that she always lifted from Patrick's blazers, whenever he would stand close by. It was the same scent that would pollute Eric's office, whenever she would visit the room after noon. It was also the same scent that would radiate from his body as if he was a damn oil diffuser. And it was the same fragrance that stunk up the women's restroom in the Biology Museum, on the night of the Diplomat Banquet.

The scent still lingered in her nostrils as she approached the secretary's desk. With a pleasant smile on her face, she greeted his secretary as she sat at her desk. "Good morning."

"Good morning, how are you?" the receptionist greeted her.

Nasira took note of the receptionist's attitude. She was genuinely friendlier and warmer than the behavior she enacted on the day before. She also looked different as well. Yesterday, she wore a black pixie cut. Now, she was spotting a perfectly spherical, bald head. According to her, the bald look flattered her more. It had gone well with the face tattoo.

"I'm doing well," replied Nasira. Her hands reached for the package. The manila envelope was not there. Her eyes widened in alarm. "Shit," she muttered.

The receptionist sat upright in her chair. She was about to reach for her phone's receiver. "Ma'am, is there a problem with you or your baby?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "Should I call for the patrolmen?"

Nasira shook her head. "No-no-no-no, that's not it. I'm fine. I… I… I… I think that I just left your boss' tablet on my desk. I'm so-so-so-so sorry about that. We were just in a meeting and I was given the tablet and he... Well, shit! Shit! Shit!" she announced to the woman.

"Well, I don't think it is going to be a problem," the woman announced. She sounded so sweet and concerned for Nasira's well-being. "You can always go back to your desk and pick it up," she suggested.

"What about your boss?" Nasira asked. "Is he going to be here—?

"Right now, he is taking an important conference call and he will be in there until two-thirty, so he won't miss it," she informed the pregnant woman.

"He'll be in there until…"

"Until two-thirty? Yes, he will be in there. You can make a quick trip to your desk and pick it up. Is your office far away?" the receptionist asked.

"No, it's n-n-not," breathed Nasira. She took a few steps away from the desk. "L-Let me go now—

"Yes, that's the best thing to do," the secretary pointed out.

Nasira gave her a simpering smile before she exited the room. On quick footsteps, she made her way back to the elevator bay. She waited for an available carriage. She took the elevator to the first floor, where she hopped off. She walk through the first floor lobby. She eyed several passersby as she casually strolled in the space. She walked to the series of glass sliding doors and then she exited The Mind. Nasira walked the two blocks to the neighborhood, where she parked her Jeep Wrangler. She peered into the backseat and peeped the cardboard box that was stored on the seat. The bright, hot pink stress ball inadvertently caught her eye as she traveled to the rear of the car. She leaned up against the trunk's door. She pulled her cell phone from her back pocket. Her fingers expertly dialed a number into the keypad. She pressed the phone to her ear and she listened to the ringtone. A few seconds later, she heard the call connect.

"Good afternoon, Systems Analyst Department, this is Patrick Sullivan. How may I—?"

"Patrick, this is Nasira! Oh shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit!" she said into the talk piece. Her voice sounded frantic.

Patrick picked up her sense of panic. "Nasira? What's wrong? Is it the baby? Or-or-or—

"No-no-no, it's not me! I'm fine and the baby's fine!" she assured him. Her voice still held the fringe of panic. "I-I-I-I just need your help! I forgot to do something for Rafe! I was just so fucking happy and busy—I'm just so fucking stupid! I—

"What's wrong? I'm sure we can find some solution to your problem! What's wrong?!" he asked, his voice just as frantic as hers.

Her cheeks burned with pity. "I forgot to drop something off, at one of the leaders' office. I just realized that I left it on my desk. Right now, I'm stuck in traffic and on my way—

"Is that it? You needed to drop something off?" His level of relief secreted from the phone. "Oh, I can do that for you. Now tell me where it supposed to go."

"It-It's supposed to be given to Eric Coulter. His office is on the eighth floor. The front desk lady will tell you how to get there. Patrick, you need to drop this off right now! He is expecting it and I know that it is important for him," she explained with a tremble to her voice.

"Alright, alright I'll drop it off for you, right now. Okay? So stop worrying, okay?" he told her, his voice going back to its sweet-calmness.

A pair of tears dropped from her eyes. She quickly wiped at them with her hand. "Yeah, I won't worry. Thank you, Patrick."

He chuckled. "It's no problem, Nasira. No problem at all. Now, get off of this phone before a patrolman catches you on here. Okay?"

She nodded her head. "Yes sir."

"Have a safe trip, sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"I'll see you later, Nasira."

She giggled. "I'll see you later, Patrick." The phone call was gently disconnected.

Nasira numbly placed her cell phone into her jeans' back pocket. Her eyes scanned the neighborhood. Then, she strolled over to the driver's side and she entered her vehicle. Her fingers placed the key into the ignition and she strapped herself down with the seatbelt. Her fingers reached up to touch the rear view mirror. She caught the reflection of her eyes.

She fell into a fit of tears, once she realized that she couldn't stand the sight of the person that she saw.

*~oMLo~*

Nasira knew that she needed to pack for her ten-month stay in the Amity faction, as soon as she stepped pass the threshold to enter her home. Yet, when she stepped into her living room, she made the mistake of taking a good look around. After eying the framed photos, the ornate light installation that hung from her ceiling, the easels in one corner and the books that lined her bookshelves, the soon-to-be mother became overwhelmed. She didn't know which items to pack and which room to begin her packing process. Inside of her head, she was bombarded with suggestions. She had to sit down on her sectional and take a twenty-minute break, in order to sort through the mental mess.

Behind her hands, she muttered to herself. "Okay, I am going to be gone for ten-whole-months, what do I need to bring? Let's just focus on the vital stuff, okay?" She removed her fingers away from her eyes and she scanned the other side of her living room. 'Clothes,' was her first suggestion, as she eyed the hallway's entrance. "Alright," she sighed. She stood up and then traveled to her bedroom. Once inside of her personal dwelling, she produced three large plastic bins from her walk-in closet. She began pulling clothes out of her drawers and closet. "Clothes… Clothes… Clothes," she muttered. She proficiently packed her clothes into the bin. After a while, she heard, 'Don't forget about your winter stuff. You'll be there for the cold weather,' her brain reminded her. "Right… Right about that one," she murmured. She proceeded to pack those items as well. Her brain then suggested her items from the bathroom and she packed her toiletries. The suggestion of packing her unborn son's belongings entered her mind next and she complied. Then there was the idea of packing some books as well; ones that she could read during her relaxed periods of time and that led to the idea of packing some of her art supplies, including her camera and its paraphernalia. She placed those in a storage bin. She continued this process until she didn't have any more bins to fill. Afterwards, she stood in her living room, staring at those storage bins while feeling proud of herself. "Okay, I did—

Her thought was cut off by the sounds of a nasal-toned, siren. She recognized the noise: it was a ringtone from her cell phone. It was an alert, actually. It was an alert from the Dauntless Alert System. It only had gone off if something bad happened within the faction's perimeters. A chill clung to her skin while her heart hammered in her chest. Her mind unleashed a terrible thought. Imaginative thoughts that consisted of yellow, 'caution...' tape, blood-stained floors and two men in handcuffs plagued her mind. Her throat constricted and the joints in her jaw tighten in reaction. She shook her head slowly. "No," she breathed. Her feet broke out in a fleet trot to the island counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Her phone rested on the countertop. Her fingers snatched the phone and she proceeded to read the alert's posting.

'Vehicular Accident on Smith and 7th. Delays will be expected. Take detour routes.'

Once she read the message, her sense of relief had struck so hard that she felt her son jolt in her womb. She bent slightly at the waist while her hands held her expanded stomach and her chest. "Oh thank the gods!" she sighed loudly before capping it off with a laugh.

She stared at the phone in her left hand was suddenly reminded of the act of notifying her mother about her new adventure. She quickly dialed her mother's office number and proceeded to notify the Grant matriarch about her new job as "software consultant" for the learning center in Amity. Her mother was happy for Nasira, but she was worried for her ever since she was so close to her due date. She attempted to assuage the level of her mother's concerns by doling out facts about Amity's medical facilities. She also stated that Amity held more advance facilities than Dauntless. Her mother eventually came around to the notion. She ended up calling Malachi afterwards to tell him the news, but she was unable to speak to him. So, she left a short detailed message on his voicemail system. Her apartment building's manager was the last person she called.

After having two maintenance men cart off her belongings and then place them in her vehicle, she was officially prepared to leave for Amity. Outside of the building, she had a short conversation with the building manager, who wished her a 'safe travel' and gave her the promise that her apartment will still be available to her. She thanked the man and then she had gone to her jeep. Once inside, she unleashed a body trembling exhale. She felt her muscles instantly relaxed. Her son decided to make his presence known by creating a series of flutters inside of her. She stared down at her belly. "You felt that too, huh?" she said sweetly with a smile. She started the ignition on her vehicle. The engine underneath the hood roared as it was awakened from its sleep. She gazed out of the windshield, at the somewhat desolate road that was presented. "Now let's get the hell out of here." Seconds later, her car pulled away from the sidewalk's curb and she was driving.

With her eyes and the majority of her awareness on the road, Nasira recalled her morning as she commandeered her four-door jeep down mostly empty streets; streets that would eventually lead her to her Heaven.

On the previous night, as she struggled to fall asleep after visiting 'Memory Lane' by recalling the night of Lucien's conception, she had finally reached her breaking point. It didn't come in the form as she expected, which was loud and violent like an explosion. It came to her in the same manner that a mother would comfort her child: safe and calming. She was laying in her bed, when she realized that Eric would forever chase after Anissa while she taunt him with empty promises and unreal possibilities. Even though she was never informed about their upbringings and their relationship by Eric, there was an instinct that the young doctor most likely presented herself as a beacon of light for him. He was still in love with the Anissa that she presented to him and not the woman that she really was. Nasira felt the same way about Patrick too. He was in love with a façade. She knew that there was nothing that she could do, in order to change their minds. Nasira knew that she could only make changes for the situations that pertained to her. She was certain about one thing she wanted to change and that was her relationship with the Dauntless leader. She wanted to be 'done' with Eric Coulter, as well as, with Anissa Howard and the things that pertained to the both of them.

So, she came up with a way to sever her connection to them. When she first came up with the tumultuous plan, she quickly discarded it. It was too dramatic, too risky and too dangerous for all of the parties involved. But eventually her conscience reminded her that she needed to do this. So, by the time she had fallen asleep, she had a plan. Nasira knew that in order for Eric to finally have his 'dream girl', the truth had to come out. She knew that she had to work out the kinks in her plan, but she was confident that it would work.

One detail of her plan came to her during a least suspected time, in the least expected place. For her first obstetrician appointment, she had to go to the faction's infirmary. She was in the waiting room of the Dauntless medical clinic, waiting to be examined by her obstetrician, when she noticed a chart in the nurses' station. The chart was actually a tall, dry erase board that was mounted on the back wall. The colorful ink was the feature that really caught her attention, but her curiosity caused her to read the chart's features. The chart, it turned out, was really a time schedule. A time schedule for every physician that worked out of the clinic. Her eyes scanned while her brain read the doctors' names and the times that they worked for the week. She came to a pause when her eyes reached a familiar name. In fact, her sense of smell's memory brought up the scent of jasmine, as she stared at the name and the schedule. She didn't understand why she found this information so important, at the moment. But she had chosen to follow her instinct anyway. By the time Nurse Catherine approached Nasira to escort her to an examination room, she remembered Doctor Anissa Howard's work schedule.

She was reminded of the good doctor's work schedule, when she hugged Patrick and she smelled the scent of jasmine from off of his shirt. At that moment, her eyes caught the sight of the orange-colored, manila envelope that was on her desk. She knew what was stored inside of the envelope, Eric's new tablet. Her eyes darted over to the electric clock that was on her desktop. The face read '1:33 PM'. Anissa started lunch at 1:00 PM and she didn't have to return until 3:00 PM. Nasira figured that her two-hour lunch break would be enough time for her to have a romp with Eric and clean up, before she returned to work. She thought it would've been possible. But she had to make sure. So after packing up her desk and placing her things in her jeep, she made a visit up to the leadership wing. After all, she was doing Rafe a favor.

The one thing that she didn't plan for was the 'Dauntless volunteer project' that she volunteered for. The moment she listened to Rafe speak about the teaching job, Nasira realized that she did not want to be within the blast's radius, once she dropped the bomb on Eric and his secret courtesan. She had a hunch that this reveal was going to leave a lasting impression on more than the three people that were involved. She also felt like Eric would've definitely make a visit to her home before the night was over.

The only person that she felt was a victim was Patrick. She didn't even believed she was a victim. She just hoped that karma didn't catch up to her, via her son. As she drove her jeep through an intersection, she silently prayed for the sweet, humbled man. She wished for him to be alright in the end. She believed that Eric and Anissa deserved each other, which she believed was a suitable punishment for Eric. If Malachi's amateur character assessment for Anissa was correct, then the leader would pay for his actions eventually. She believed that his punishment would be more like arsenic in a pitcher of sweet tea instead of a torture regimen from the Spanish Inquisition. Nasira believed that the deceptive woman would dismantle his strength and break down his willpower to survive while possessing a smile on her face.

'Whatever her reason is, Eric is going to suffer from it,' she silently concluded. She made a left turn onto a busier street. Her eyes glanced at the dashboard's clock and she read the time. She memorized the time. She decided that this was going to be the last time she would think of Eric Coulter.