The Unknown [COMPLETED] {Eric FF}

Thirty-Seven.

She stepped into Dominic's and hers apartment, she looked for him and found him roaming the fridge, he pulled up a plate and put in the microwave

"You missed dinner so I grabbed you some" she smiled at him and sat in the divan she used to had, she had lent it to Dominic when she realized she spent more time at Eric's than her place. He gave her a plate of pasta and a fork "so how was you meeting with 'Four'" he air quoted and grinned at her when she flipped him off

"I should have known you where lying, Four doesn't speak to me either. How did you two planed that?"

"Eric came to me, he just asked me to tell you that, I said no at first because well... I don't want you to get more hurt but... He said to do it for you so I just did."

Morgan reflected on his words while still eating, when she was halfway done she spoke again

"He just wanted to know why I was avoiding him, like it wasn't fucking obvious, I yelled at him a little bit..." she lingered a while and continued eating

"And you forgave him?" He concluded, she shook her head no

"I said I needed time, that I was still in love with him. But he does have to get better, I mean you saw him, he looks like shit"

"Says you" he joked. She frowned and left the plate in the divan, she headed to the bathroom and stared at her reflection on the mirror. She didn't look better than Eric, she looked tired, older even, she had however maintained her physic. She looked worn out, like there was no blood on her veins. She sighed and returned to take the plate towards the kitchen, she felt Dominic walk behind her and kiss her in the cheek

"See ya tomorrow M" she smiled and cleaned the dishes, then laid on the divan and closer her eyes, she knew she wouldn't sleep much more than 3 hours and when she woke up it was four in the morning. She took a quiet shower then headed to the dinning room, she grabbed an energy drink and headed to the training room.

She was about to work out but she remembered her kids had to practice some knife trowing. She headed to the storage where they held the knives and place herself in front of a target. She began trowing them lazily, and the ones that didn't stuck where the ones that needed sharpening, she tried half of the knives and picked at least thirty from the floor.

She hoped on one of the tables with a knife sharpened and began. She was halfway finished when she heard footsteps behind her, Morgan continued to sharpen until she heard the footsteps towards her, she held the knife tightly and when it was just steps away she turned and quickly threw the knife to the ground next to the persons feet. She looked up and saw Eric, frozen in place, she relaxed and Eric unstuck the knife from the floor and left it next to her.

"I'm sorry" she whispered and continued to sharpen the remaining knives. "what are you doing here?" she asked casually

"I've been here since before you arrived, doing some cardio"

"I didn't noticed"

"I know, you where very lost in thought" Morgan smiled and looked at him, he was sweating, and was adjusting his knuckle protection.

Without another word he headed towards the machines to began lifting some weights. She just stared at him, while he worked out. She quickly caught on how he was struggling to lift the weights. She quietly reached behind him and moved the handle from 20 pounds to 10 pound. Eric lifted the weights a lot more easily this time, and turned to watch her as she returned to her spot. He was a bit mad, but she didn't wanted him to harm himself like he was doing, so he just kept his mouth shut and continued to work out.

After 30 reps he heard the clinging of the knife and Morgan hiss, he turned to watch her and saw how she was holding to her hand. He walked quickly to her and held her hand

"That's pretty deep" he said

"Yeah it stings like a bitch too" she clenched her jaw and let Eric inspect it "its your fault" she huffed

"My fault?" he asked playfully "there's nothing to be looking at, I'm a wimp"

"You're still a hot whimp" she muttered "and an asshole" she quickly followed. She hoped off the table "I'm going to the infirmary, its bleeding to much. Can you arrange this?" she more demanded than asked as she motioned to the knives and started to walk towards the exit.

Eric wiped the blood from the knife and put the other ones carefully on the box, then retrieved it to the storage. He returned to the training room and got to the floor, he supported his weight on his forearms and his tiptoes, planking. He was there for a few seconds, until he felt extra weight on his back, as Morgan sat on it

"What are you doing?" he asked grunting

"You should be able to support more than your own weight" he let out a laugh, and heard as she bit into an apple. She sat still until she felt him shake a bit, and stood up. He collapsed on the floor and looked at her

"I will get you for this" she smiled widely and bit into her apple

"We'll see about that"

"Yeah we will, and I don't want to hear you complain about it later." she made a shocked face as he stood up

"Complain? I don't complain..." he maintained her gaze on hers "much" she finished. He smiled and started to walk towards the exit.