This is my first ever Divergent Fanfiction. It came to me the other night when I thought what would happen if Eric knew about Four's feelings but decided to use them against him. I've put it down as Four/Tobias and Tris as Eric's only trying to get in the way. Although I can say Eric is going to be sly in some scenes! I hope you like it, a review would be awesome to see if people like this idea. Thanks!

Note: I do not own any of these characters or the Divergent world/novel by Veronica Roth.


Eric calls me back after our first day of learning to fight. I quite literally stop in my tracks, a prickling of fear crawling up my spine. Don't be so ridiculous, he's only one Dauntless. He's just a slightly more intimidating Dauntless. A lot more intimidating. I hear the door slam shut behind one of the initates I can't quite remember the name of. I've never felt more shut off from the world.

"Tris." He says, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

I just turn my head ever so slightly, not replying. It would be foolish to speak to him without asking.
I feel him approach my back.

"You didn't get the chance to fight today. I'd like to show you a few techniques."

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't think that's fair on the other initiates. The last thing I need is being singled out. So thanks, but no thanks."

I don't tell him that I'd rather not be alone with him in this room. I start to walk away and feel his hands brush the sides of my hips. Not gently either. His fingernails claw in to the flesh of my skin between my tshirt and trousers. I want to wince but I musn't show fear.

"You're forgetting, Tris, that I call the shots around here."

I whip my body around and the glare in my eyes bores in to his. Now is the time for eye contact. By me moving, Eric's grip on me has fallen. His hand doesn't fall to his side, it just hovers there next to me.

His eyes are just as stern looking back at me. I can see the muscles in his jaw as he clenches it. He sounds like he's speaking through gritted teeth.

"Do you understand me? I don't care what you think. I say and you do."

There's going to be no winning this battle. I feel my nose twitch ever so slightly as I smile at him the best I can. I think at most I manage a sneer.

"Good," his eyes sparkle with delight as he see's he's won this time. Emphasis on this time.

He starts walking to me, his posture strong and striding forward with pride. My only option is to start walking backwards or move to the side. I move out of his way, thinking he's going to grab something for me to fight with. A punching bag? Oh god I hope he doesn't get weapons. Is this his way of trying to get rid of me?

"Ah, that'll do no good Tris."

He grabs again at my waist, digging in more this time as he starts to push me back. I feel my feet stumble over something and look at him rather confused. What is he doing? Why does he have to choose me? I'd much rather have gotten beaten to a pulp by Peter today. My breathe catches in my throat as the wall smacks in to my back. This time I can't help but wince.
His hands loosen their grib on my waist ever so slightly. I gulp, looking up at him.

"There's a lot to do with attacking someone that we teach you here. But we don't focus too much on defense. With your rather small frame," His eyes graze up and down my body, it makes me feel sickened, "defense is your best option."

"So what are you trying to teach me? How to escape from you?"

"Well, well Tris. Aren't you a fast learner."

His hands leave my hips, grazing up my body. I shiver involuntarily because I feel so uncomfortable. His hands catch my arms, slowly tickling my skin making the hairs stand up as he runs his fingers down to my wrists. He grabs them roughly and pins them against the wall above my head. My eyes flash with uncertainty as his body presses in to mine.

"Eric -"

"Shh," he whispers to me. I can feel his breath hot, tickling at my neckline. This feels so inappropraite. I really wish Four would walk back in right now. Maybe he could tell him that this isn't appropriate when you're instructing someone. Maybe this is how the Dauntless work here. Who knows.

"I expected you to at least try and get out by now," he looks at me with a flash of... disappointment? I can't quite grasp the emotion.

I purse my lips and try to force my wrists forward out of his grasp. I manage to move his hand away from the wall by a few centimetres before he slams it forcefully back.

"This is hardly fair," I say through gritted teeth.

"I choose what's fair, what's right and what one man deserves and not another. It all goes through me."

I stare at him for a moment. The last few words he just spoke have thrown me off. What one man deserves? Is he deluded? I don't see how he is teaching me anything about defense. I decide to attack him instead. I raise my foot from the ground and stamp as hard as I can in to his right foot. He lets out a small grunt of pain. As I bring my knee up to his crotch, he lets go of one hand from around my wrist, grabbing my knee. His fingers lay under the back of my knee, supporting it.

"Ah. All in due time, Tris. A feisty fighter, I like it."

A noise startles me to my left, making my senses hyper aware. I try and move my head to the side but Eric's hand pinning my wrist is blocking my view. I push against it again. Maybe I can get away from him if he's distracted.

"What's going on here?" A voice says, that is laced with danger and annoyance. I recongise it to be Four's voice and breathe a sigh of relief. This is what I wanted.

"I'm just teaching Tris how to defend herself. You know how it is, can't let them fall behind."

"Well that's new for you Eric, normally you quite happily watch their demise without intervening."

Eric's hand is still on the back of my knee and starts to dig in. I can feel his whole body tense against mine with fury. I wish he'd just get off me.

"I think you should let Tris go now," Four says. His voice sounds strange when he says my name.

"We all know your opinion is best, don't we Four?" Eric says slyly, finally letting go of me, stepping backwards. I stumble forward for a second but manage to catch myself. I rub my wrists, I can see small red lines where his hands had incased them.

I push past him, heading for the door and shooting Four a thankful look. It isn't till now that I can see through his what seems calm behaviour, all his muscles are tensed. A vien throbs in one of his arms, raging.

Thank god for Four.