It was nearing 11 o'clock and Four was walking through a deserted hall to his small apartment when he discovered him, lying on the ground bleeding from his nose. Four's stomach turned a bit at the smell of the blood, but when he looked at the scene before him, all he thought was "My god he's dead. Oh god who did this?"

Eric, was in fact not dead, because his head turned fast, scaring the ever-loving shit out of Four. He muttered something under his breath before passing out again. Four thoughts about leaving him there, maybe grabbing Zeke if he wasn't too plastered and showing him the fallen leader that they hated. He hated Eric, no doubt about it, but he couldn't just leave him there. He thought maybe it was his abnegation side still kicking at him, making him pick him up by the shoulder and supporting him.

"God your heavy." Four said, making his way up the steps that lead to Eric's apartment. It wound past his own and to the right, down some stairs and there it was. He knew the way from watching through the cameras hanging from just about every corner of these halls. He finally found his door and was relived to find that it was left unlocked.

The apartment was very clean, something that didn't come naturally for the dauntless. There was small table next to the door that looked like it was for change and keys. Above that there was a mirror that Four made sure to consider quickly. He looked like a mess, as pre-usual after a party on a Friday. The living room was clean with papers on the coffee table and blankets on the couch. Dauntless life didn't support this sort of order. It was more about doing as much with your life as possible. It meant running out, leaving dirty clothes in the sink and breakfast dishes in the bed room. It means late nights and leaving the mess to later. It was a life Four had yet to adopt completely.

He found Eric's bedroom door wide open. It was clean too, and smelled like Eric in an odd way. Not like cologne, but a bit sweet and soft. Four finally let Eric lie down with a huff, muscles tired after carrying the guy for almost 20 minutes. Four had checked Eric's head for any sign of concussion without finding any evidence. He was breathing fine and with the stench of alcohol on his breath showed he had probably gotten drunk and into a fight and needed to sleep it off. Four stood straight again and looked over the passed-out man before him.

It was jarring to see Eric like this. Sleeping made him look younger. With out his smirk of a smile or glare he looked like he was just another man.

Four looked away quickly. He should get out of here quick. Don't wanna get caught in the youngest leader's bedroom in a state like this would you? Just the thought of what the gossip might end up as both frightened him and made him blush. What would they think?

"Well I'm not going to find out for myself." he thought, turning to punctuate the resolution. Four had just stepped out the door and was about to close it when he heard a low, raspy voice call his name. It made him think about singers in bars, talking about things that he wasn't really interested in, but voices showed souls of sadness, betrayal, and jealousy. He looked back to find, Eric sat up and squinting at him. Four went ridged, ready to get drunkenly shouted at to get out of Eric's home. That didn't come though. Just a bit of grunting as he wiped a bit of blood form his nose which had finally stopped bleeding.

"I found you in a hall." Four didn't know why he was explaining. Eric would probably forget by the time he woke up that morning. "You were passed out and I didn't want to have you dying from a concussion on my chest. What were you even doing there?"

"I- I don't know. All I remember is getting drunk at the bar. The rest is gone."

"Odd. You don't strike me as someone who blacks out. Well, sleep it off. I'll go." Four turned, his body eclipsing the soft yellow light of the hall.

"Four. Wait, come here." His voice was rough, almost desperate. He probably needed some water. Eric stared at the other man that made the air around Four feel odd, like it was thrumming around him. Upon orders, he walked to Eric. He could tell by his face that he was still plastered, and wasn't exactly in his right mind. His eyes wavered from Four's looking down at his chin and lips. He had think eyebrows, Four though absently, dark and expressive. He took a knee to be eye level with the more brutal man.

"Tell me Four, why can't I ever get close to you like this. It's nice" His words slurred, and his breath was tinged with alcohol.

"I don't know. You kind of act like a dick?" He smiled at that, ready to get smacked or something of the like. Eric just laughed though. Four's stomach reeled a bit. Something about the way he was being looked at made the odd feeling intensify.

"You're blushing." Eric's voice was deeper, and made Four's chest vibrate with it. "Do you like being close to me?" Four gulped. It was all too much. It was a thrumming of air in his lungs. Over powering. Eric put his hand on Four's arm. Making himself bigger around him. He smelled him. Eric's hands where hot and his cheeks and ears where red. Eric's hand gripped him tighter. This seemed to shock Four out of his stupor.

He shot up and took a big step back. Eric looked like he had been slapped in the face. They stood in silence for a moment like the sound after a gun shot. Four feels back into his body and walked out of the room. He speeds out of the apartment, ran through the halls, sprinted past his apartment. He ran until his lungs and legs couldn't deal with it. Even when his body couldn't run, his mind was at a full sprint trying to make sense of what had just transpired. Eric had defiantly been trying to do something back there. Something that made his head spin. It was something that Four had never experienced in all his 17 years.

After he caught his breath and thoughts, he looked around. He was standing in a deserted ledge above The Pit where he could look out over the heads of the dauntless. He leaned against the wall and rubber the heels of his hands on his face. His face was blazing hot. Even the tip of his nose felt warm

His head was oddly quiet then. Like he had out run the thoughts and was left at the edge of oblivion. It was peaceful, and he remembered that he was planning to go home that night and started back. As he walked, Four cringed at the thought of trying to face Eric the next day in at breakfast. But soon he was in his bed and sleep took him into her warm arms.

Hiya y'all, I already wrote this and posted it but that was in May … it's now almost January. I really liked the idea of this story, but there wasn't, well, much of a story. I fixed it so here it is!

I'm still in love with this idea of Four and Eric and I'll actually want to keep this up! so please review.

-Gracie