Charlie met Eric back at the Chasm as instructed at exactly midnight. He was waiting there for her.

"Come with me." He replied.

Charlie followed Eric up a long, crooked set of stairs and into the huge, dark fear landscape room. Next to the door, a black box laid in the corner. Eric lifted the lid and revealed two syringes full of orange liquid.

"Eric, no." Charlie said, stepping backwards a little.

"There are some things you need to see." Eric replied, pushing her head to the side gently with his hand. He slid the needle in her vein and handed her the other syringe. He was so tall compared to her, he had to squat down a little so she could inject him with the serum.

"Here we go." Eric whispered.

The room disappeared and a huge white room appeared. At one end, a huge, white tub filled with bubbles sat in the corner. Next to it was a white porcelain toilet with a basket of white fluffy towels on it. Charlie laughed.

"You? Afraid of bubbles?" She choked out between fits of laughter.

Eric glared at her. She tried to hold back the laughter but couldn't.

"Come on." She said, taking his hand. They walked over to the tub and Charlie stepped behind him.

"You know as well as I do, the only way to move on to the next fear is to either calm down or challenge it. I'm not sure calming down is an option, so..."

Charlie gave Eric a hard shove between the shoulders and he tumbled into the tub. Charlie folded over and clutched her stomach. Eric looked ridiculous and out of place in the white tub. His black hair was slopped in front of his face and a mountain of bubbles crowned his head. Charlie grabbed a towel and offered him her hand, laughing.

"Come on, King Bubbles, we haveth worketh to do."

He looked like he was ready to cry. A smile creeped onto his face and he grabbed her hand and yanked her into the tub with him. They both laughed. Suddenly, the room changed and they were both on the butts of the floor in a different room. Charlie felt Eric tense up beside her. They were in a royal blue office with an incredible view of the city. A blonde women sat in a chair behind a desk that was centered in the room. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with books. They were in erudite headquarters! The women stood up from behind the desk. Her eyes were black pits.

"You've failed, Eric." Her voice was deeper than a women's should be and gravelly.

"Eric," Charlie said, grabbing his face and forcing him to look into her eyes, "breath with me. I'm totally with you on this one, that is one scary-ass women."

Eric chuckled. "I'm afraid of failure." He replied.

They stood there for what seemed like only a second before the room swirled and a new scene appeared. They were in a church and loud music was playing. As they walked through the doors, Charlie saw herself and Eric, all dressed up, her in a long, lacy black dress. Her black hair was braided into a pretty up do. Eric was sporting a black suit with a matching tie. His long black hair was slicked back.

"You clean up really nice." Charlie whispered.

Eric grimaced.

"I have an idea." Charlie whispered again.

Eric groaned.

"Oh, wooowww!" Charlie complained.

Eric smiled a little. Charlie walked up the steps of the chapel and ran full speed at Eric. Eric didn't have enough time to process what was happening before, wham! Charlie jumped on Eric's solid chest. Her mouth collided with his the room spun again and the next challenge was underway. Charlie recognized the room almost immediately. It was the room where the aptitude tests took place.

"What fear does this one represent?" Charlie asked.

Just then the door opened and a women appeared. Her face was ghostly white. The skin on her head wrapped tightly around her skull and she had no eyes. Her red lips curled back into a wicked smile, revealing slimy black teeth. She lifted one of her paper white hands. It held a needle that was at least six inches long. Eric's face paled and his arm tightened around her waist.

Charlie laughed.

Eric whipped around, "why are all my fears so funny to you?" He snapped.

It felt like a slap in the face. She stepped back. "You are Dauntless. You are afraid if needles, and marriage. You are a dauntless leader and the sight of fluffy white bubbles makes you scream like some little amity girl. You explain to me how that's not funny."

Charlie walked over to the women, grabbed the needle out of her hand and placed it into his," You know as well as I do, the fastest way to get onto the next fear is to face it."

Charlie took a step back and stared at him.

Eric held the needle weakly in his hand and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply, then exhaled. In and out, the needle getting closer to his arm each time. Closer and closer. He could feel its sharp point on his arm. He plunged the needle into his arm and screamed. He felt Charlie's warm arms wrap around him and comfort him. The room spun yet again and the next obstacle appeared. They stood in a large colorful room.

"Before we get moving on this one, care to tell me how you survived dauntless initiation?"

"Later." He replied.

Charlie shrugged, "alright. Bring it on."