I do not own Divergent or Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Veronica Roth and Jane Austen. I just wanted to see what would happen when I added the two together. That idea is mine...


To Beatrice as well as majority of her sisters, Mr. Alan was not a sensible man. He received education much, but due to his father's upbringing suffered a bit of self-conceit and a weakness about it.

Because of his patroness was the esteemed Lady Evelyn, Mr. Alan formed a very good opinion of himself. Adding to this the authority of him being a clergyman, his right as to inherit Mr. Prior's estate upon him passing, along with his own view of self-importance, he thought him the perfect suitor for his poor, mildly tempered, yet pretty relation, Beatrice.

The night that they left him alone in their home was a most welcomed evening.

However to her misfortune it brought her in contact with Mr. Eaton of course.

"I noticed Mr. Eaton looks upon you a lot, Tris," shared Susan that night.

"I don't know why. Perhaps he has found something that he dislikes about my appearance tonight," Beatrice teased.

Colonel Maxter had also been invited to dine at the Black's residence this evening and along with him he bought a few of his militia, which satisfied Lauren and Christina greatly.

"You must come to an assembly," said Sir Black to the Colonel.

"You think the militia will be welcomed at an event," asked Colonel Maxter.

"Why yes," Lauren jumped into conversation.

"We will dance with all the officers," giggled Christina.

Beatrice could not help but overhear the conversation that of her sisters and attempted to advise them against their misconduct, when Susan's hand laid gently on hers.

"I see Mr. Pedrad continues his attentions to Shauna."

Beatrice smiled. "Aye, I think he likes her," she turned to Shauna speaking with Mr. Pedrad.

"Does she like him?"

Beatrice noticed the condescension in her friend's question and turned quickly around to face Susan. "Whatever do you mean?"

"There are very few of us who can stand be in love without proper encouragement. Mr. Pedrad likes her, enormously. Everyone can see that. But he will not pursue her further unless she helps him on."

"Helps him," Beatrice tried to hold back a laugh. "Shauna is just shy and modest."

"We are all shy and modest, but when it comes to marriage, she should move quickly, snap him up," Susan offered.

"Susan, the absurdity of it all? Why should she do that when she doesn't even know her true feelings in the matter? She has barely known him a month."

"Love is all a matter of chance in a marriage. There is plenty of time to get to know one another afterwards, wouldn't you say," Susan questioned. "And it is best to know little of the defects of one's marriage partner beforehand, wouldn't you agree?"

Beatrice laughed this time. "Susan, you'd never do that yourself."

"Let us hope that Shauna will for her sake, as well as your family's."

This alarmed Beatrice. Her friend had imposed upon her the same ideal that her mother had. Mr. Pedrad was a gentle man, good humored, lively, and of course handsome and rich. But that shouldn't be the main reason why one would marry, especially to Beatrice. For her it was settled that only the strongest form of endearment would compel her to matrimony, thus residing to think that she would likely end up an old maid since he viewed men altogether as folly.

Just as before, her attention was turned towards her two younger sisters who had been flirting and dancing away with the officers from Colonel Maxter's regiment.

"Excuse me, Susan, while I speak to my sisters about exposing our family to ridicule," Beatrice said standing up and making her way over.

Quickly she was interrupted in her arrival.

"Mr. Eaton," she smiled and curtsied.

"Miss Beatrice," he said his voice low and with a simple nod. "How are you this evening?" Beatrice was simply struck with shock. She thought that their names would be their only conversation, but he had stated something else to her.

"Very well, thank you," she smiled. They stood there for a moment in silence as Beatrice looked around wondering what was going through his mind. It wasn't until he spoke up again.

"I'm glad to see your sister is so well recovered," Tobias spoke.

"Yes she has," Beatrice answered still in shock. What shocked her more was her next statement. "How are things in Netherfield?"

"Well enough."

Well enough, she thought. She nodded and could see that Tobias was having difficulty with this conversation as well, so she quickly curtsied. "Excuse me, Mr. Eaton." She stated and then made her way over to reprimand her two younger sister's behavior.

It was then that Caraline approached him from the other side of the room.

"I can guess what you're thinking," she spoke.

"Doubt it," Tobias regarded her and then turned back to the direction where Beatrice had left him.

"You are thinking about how insignificant it would be spend hours in such company," Caraline considered with all arrogance and pride that she could muster looking around.

"On the contrary, I have been distracted by a pair of fine eyes," Tobias' lips barely smiled.

Caraline smiled as well, hoping that she finally had caught his attention. "And may I ask whose fine eyes you have suddenly taken notice of?"

"Miss Beatrice Prior," he answered her without glancing at Caraline's way. Caraline was about to throw a little fit. Her attempts at capturing Tobias's attention had fallen short all these years and now, a young woman whom she felt too poor, plain, and uncivilized was about to win over the proud Mr. Tobias Eaton. She walked away in a huff and back to her sister Molly.

The next day brought on agony for the Prior sisters, for they did not expect Mr. Alan to want to join them in their visit to the city.

"My dear cousin, Tris, will you not walk beside me for a moment," Mr. Alan requested.

Beatrice wanted to protest but smiled and simply nodded. She tried to listen to his conversation about Lady Evelyn and her grand house with lovely numerous windows and fireplaces and pianoforte, but she thought him a very disagreeable therefore it was hard. But she remained mild and ladylike as possible.

Lauren suddenly pulled Christina along upon arriving in town to look at a few material and ribbon that had come into the store. They were hoping to purchase it and requested Beatrice's opinion.

It was then that Christina turned and shouted. "Look there's Will and Edward."

Lauren bolted around quickly as well. "Who is that with them?"

The attention of every lady was soon caught by a young man whom they had never seen before. He had the most gentlemanlike appearance, walking with the other officers, Will and Edward. All of the Prior sisters were struck with the stranger's air. All wondered who he could be.

"Don't you think he's frightful handsome," Christina asked.

"He would be if he were in uniform," finished Lauren. "I do love a man in uniform."

"Tris, what about you?"

Beatrice didn't answer, but she most certain thought he handsome.

"They're looking over," Christina tried to hide beside Beatrice.

"Edward," Lauren called causing both Myra and Shauna to scold her. The men walked over, including the new gentlemen and bowed when they reached the young woman. "We thought you still in town, dear Edward?"

"There was nothing amusing in town. Much better company here," he smiled at Lauren. Shauna attempted once again to reprimand her sister for blatantly flirting out in public.

"This is our cousin, Mr. Alan," Shauna decided to redirect the conversation and introduce their relation who had been standing a distance behind.

"Pleasure," said Will as he, Edward, and the third gentlemen bowed. "This is our friend, Mr. Eric Wickham."

Will introduced each of the young ladies and Beatrice noticed how his smile lingered just a bit longer on her. She immediately blushed.

"How long will you be in town, Mr. Wickham," Beatrice asked.

"All winter, I'm afraid. I'm soon to be lieutenant in Colonel Maxter's regiment," he answered. Even his voice was sweet to her.

"There Lauren," whispered Christina a bit loudly. "He will be in uniform." Both girls started to giggle. Beatrice would have chastised them as well. But once again, the creature known as Mr. Eric Wickham turned to Beatrice giving her a congenial smile.

He had a lot going for him. Everything in physical appearance, stature, figure and form was pleasing and most certainly handsome. Also, something she quite was fond of was that he was ready with sincere happiness to enter into conversation, amusing conversation as well. It was nothing like Mr. Alan and definitely nothing like Mr. Tobias Eaton.


Because someone had already guessed it and made a comment on it, yes, if you read Pride and Prejudice I decided to make Eric play Mr. Wickham.

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