A/N: Hi! Okay I'm aware that most people hate Eric, but I consider him one of my favorite characters. Maybe I just like the bad guy. I always thought Voldemort was pretty kick ass and I figured that President Snow had to be pretty cool to be that evil. I am a major Trobias fan though, so bear with me. Review!

Is she dead?' I thought.
I press my hand to her chest, where I feel her heart still beating. She's out cold though.
Since she couldn't feel it, I slung her over my shoulder, sprinting down the hallway. I kicked open my door. Lying Tris down in my bed.
I look at her for a few more seconds, marvel at how pale she is, and how her blonde hair surrounds her head like a halo. She's beautiful.
I remember that I have unfinished business, and I sprint out of my room. But not before planting a kiss on her forehead. I hope she doesn't remember that. I find Al, Drew and Peter still at the chasm. Before the others could yell out, I grabbed Peter, slinging him over the chasm rail. He screams, while I say nothing. I. Put him back down. "So now you know something of what it feels, you bastard." They look scared. Very scared.
But I'm pissed. Very pissed.
"I just want to key you in on the fact that none of you will pass initiation." they all collectively gasp.
I laugh cruelly.
"But... But that's not fair." Al says.
I stalk toward him, grabbing him by the throat. "So it's fair to attempt murder?" I ask. "We-" I cut him off. "Shut up." I seethe.
" I doubt that any of you are smart enough to get through initiation anyway."
"I just want to let you know if you touch Tris again, I will kill you. If you go near her I will kill you. It may not be today, or next week, but you WILL die. Understood?"
The boys nod.
" I really should kill you sick bastards right now."
Then I walk away, leaving them on the ground. They can bleed out for all I care.
I arrive back at my room, where Tris is still out cold. If she doesn't wake up in 15 minutes; I'm taking her to the hospital. I go to the bathroom to wash my bleeding hands. I also have a couple of scratches on me, and a cut lip.
Hmm. Looks like those asses had more fight than I thought. The water in the sink turns pink. But it doesn't faze me. I slowly dry my hands on a towel, lost in thought.
When I come out of the bathroom, Tris is awake.
"Tris! You're awake" I say.
"Yeah. Thanks to you." she says with some effort. She coughs. I rush over to her beside.
"Can you talk?" I ask hesitantly.
Tris nods. "Yes. Eric! You're hands! What happened?
I chuckle. "Just messed up a few people's faces."
She laughs, but ends up grimacing and coughing." I think my ribs are bruised." I smile at her sympathetically. On impulse, I ask her a question.

"Hey Tris, can I sit up there with you?" I ask pointing to my bed.

She turns a pretty shade of pink. "It's your bed." she says with a giggle. I laugh too. First I grab an ice pack out of my minifridge and a glass of water. I hand her the water, and she slowly sips it, while watching me. I sit next to her, holding her gaze. Tris blushes more.

"It's weird seeing you like this." she says.

"Like what?" I reply with fake confusion.

She sighs. "Like, having you rescue me."

I laugh. "It's not a big deal Tris-"she cuts me off.

"Yes it is! You saved my life. They were going to kill me Eric.", silent tears run down her face.

"Trust me, Tris, I'd do it again." she nods, probably confused but I don't feel like explaining.

I position the ice pack under her head. Before I pull away, Tris reaches up to touch her finger tips to the cut on the corner of my mouth. Then she presses her fingers to my lips. My breath hitches in my throat. We lock eyes.

"I remember you kissing me." she says breaking the silence.

I spoke against her fingers. "I kissed your fore-" Tris cuts me off AGAIN!

"You like doing that don't you." I say.

"Doing what?" she asks, letting her hand drop.

"Cutting me off." Tri manages a small smile.

I start to tell her about tomorrow. I tell her about marching into breakfast with her head held high, and her bruise showing. Her skin turns very, very pale for a moment.

"I-I don't think I can do that." she says, looking as if she'd break into a million pieces any second.

"You have to." I say.
"I don't think you GET it." her face turns pink. "They-They touched me."

"What?" I say fists clenched. "Touched you?" Did Tris get...raped? I was going to march right out of this room, as soon as Tris fell asleep and beat the bloody hell out of those-
Tris spoke "Not...in the way you're thinking. "But almost." she looks away.

Almost is still some. I want to ask her what they did, but im sure she wouldn't want to talk about it.
So, I say nothing.

"Tris... If they ever come near you again. I want you to tell me." I say in a deadly cold voice. I raise my voice. "OK?" she nods.

"Your kind of scary Eric."
" I know." she smiles a little.
I get up to get some blankets and stuff, since I'm giving Tris the bed. She grabs my arm though, stopping me. "Where are you going?" she asks. "Umm. To get some blankets and stuff. You can have the bed." She bites her lip, obviously nervous about what she's about to say. "You can stay up here." I arch my eyebrows at her. "What are you suggesting...Tris.", I say in my fakest seductive voice possibly. She giggles but avoids my question.
So I lie down.
She does too.
I turn off the light, but light come through from the bathroom, so I can still, see her outline. I lean towards her kissing her quickly on the lips.
"Sorry "I say, lying. I'm not sorry at all. "I was aiming for your forehead." Another lie.
"Again." Tris says in a breathy voice.
"What?" I say, genuinely confused.
"Kiss me again."
I have no reason not to comply.
I find her in the semi-darkness, careful not to touch her where she was hurt. I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly. Tris is a damn good kisser. I shouldn't be surprised, but come on; Stiffs don't exactly show much affection. Tris wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Wow. Maybe she's even more Dauntless than I thought. I reluctantly pull back for air.
Tris leans her head against my chest.
"Goodnight Tris." I say against her hair.
"Night Eric." she whispers.
Tris falls asleep soon after.
I trace patterns on her back until, I too fall asleep.

A/N: I may have speed up the romance just a bit too much, but im a sucker for romance so… sorry. REVIEW! Please! Thanks!