A/N- In my world, Dauntless has another compound on the other side of their territory. It is generally referred to as The Rock. My OC is from this other compound, and she was initiated there. She is also a member of Division One, Dauntless' special forces. I honestly don't know much about this fandom, as I haven't read the books but I've been so fascinated by Eric since I watched the movie. So forgive my creative license in creating my own version of this world…it's fiction, I can do that.


Eric stood sweating in the hot late spring sunlight outside the main entrance to the compound. Glancing next to him at Max, he tried to conceal his impatience from the older man.

"She should be here by now." he almost growled.

The leader spared him a patient look.

"I'm sure she will be here soon." As soon as the sentence left his lips, a distant rumbling reached their ears. The sound grew in intensity as a distant speck on the horizon sped toward them.

Minutes later, a sleek motorcycle approached the gates. The guards stepped forward to halt the vehicle. Brief words were exchanged before the men stepped back and waved the rider through. The deep rumble of the machine's engine echoed from the tall concrete walls then suddenly died away as the rider cut the power.

The two men watched the small figure engage the kickstand and slide off the gleaming red machine. The figure removed the black helmet, freeing a wild mass of black hair. The woman ran her fingers through the dark locks, smoothing it into a semblance of order as she walked toward them. Max stepped forward, extending his hand in greeting.

"Ripley. Welcome to Dauntless city." The woman stopped in front of him, giving a closed-lip smile as she grabbed his forearm in the traditional greeting.

"This is Eric, my second in command." he continued, indicating the younger man next to him. The woman turned to him, her full lips still curved into a smile under her dark sunglasses.

"Eric Coulter" he said, extending his hand. Her hand, encased in black fingerless gloves, barely wrapped around his forearm, but there was strength in those small hands. The cool touch of her fingers lingered after she withdrew her hand. Her face tilted up toward him.

"Ripley Black." she said, her voice low and smooth as she stepped back.

Max made a gesture indicating that they should enter the compound.

"Come on, let us show you around before you get settled. We'll send someone to bring your bags after our meeting."

Walking into the compound, Eric glanced over as she removed her sunglasses, revealing large, piercing dark eyes. He fell into step with the leader and the newcomer, studying her.

She was short, the top of her head only reaching the middle of his chest. Despite her small stature he could tell there was definite muscles under her clothes and she moved smoothly, easily keeping up with the taller men. Now that he was closer, he could see the sides of her head were closely shaven, one side tattooed with the faction's flames and the rest of her hair falling straight and a deep blue-black only broken by vivid red streaks.

The highlights in her hair drew attention to high cheekbones and full lips. Her skin was honey-gold, darker than most of the people here. She wore a black tee shirt topped with a uniform jacket with the crimson divisional stripes on the sleeves. Armored leggings hugged muscular thighs. On her right side, a gun gleamed dully in a thigh holster and as she moved, subtle metallic glints hinted at the presence of several knives.


As Max pointed out various locations as they walked, he noticed she was paying keen attention to everything, those dark eyes rapidly taking in everything.

Even though most of my attention was on Max and his narrative, because I would eventually need to know where this stuff was located, there was a part that was very, very interested in his second in command. From the looks of him, this assignment might not be as boring as I anticipated.

I don't normally go for blondes, but he could change my mind.

Forcibly, I turn my attention fully back to Max. Business first…and hopefully pleasure later I sternly remind myself as we enter the control room. I'm introduced to a few people, last being a pretty younger man.

"Four, this is Ripley. She'll be responsible for training the candidates for Division after initiation. I'm sure she'll value you input."

I smile and nod, both his touch and his smile warm as he greets me. We continue, Four falling into step with Max, Eric, and I as we approach what I assume are the offices.

Max's is large and impressively cluttered, and I find myself seated between the two younger men. Discussing the sheer logistics of the task assigned to me takes quite a bit of time. Finally tired with the boring details, I pin the older man across from me with a hard look.

"If you want Division soldiers, you have to let me train them my way. I won't compromise on that." I warn him.

"Understood. Gentlemen, would you excuse us? I'd like a few private words with Ripley."

After the door closes, he smiles fondly at me.

"The last time I saw you, you were seventeen. Your father must be very proud, Ripley. You've became an exemplary soldier. I've kept up with your career, you know. Being the youngest member to become Commander of a Division cell is quite an accomplishment. As long as you don't start dropping your people into the Chasm, I don't foresee a problem with your methods."

I can already feel the headache forming.

"Good. But I'd prefer we left my family out of this. I earned my place, regardless of who my father is."

"Of course. You're dismissed for now. Four will show you to your room. Please send Eric back in when you leave."

I stand and salute before turning to leave. His chuckle stops me with my hand on the doorknob.

"Oh, and try not to set too many fires, Let 'er Rip. No riots, please."

I can't help rolling my eyes as I leave the room, the nickname from my younger years ringing tauntingly in my ears.

"It wasn't a fucking riot." I growl as the door closes, drawing curious stares from the two men.