I think you already get the fact that I do not and never will own the Divergent Trilogy or any of the characters. I just like to take them out of their boxes and magically put them into my computer so I can play with them whenever I want so you can read about it whenever you please.

Now that I actually think about that it kind of came out wrong and next time I should so rephrase my words. But I'm too lazy to go back and change it. So yeah, that's just me and my laziness. Why am I still talking, it's not like you're actually reading.

Warning: Erictris fluff. Fluff could cause gag reflexes or involuntary squeals of happiness to erupt from your throats. This is normal, but can be annoying to either yourself or others around you depending on the situation at hand. You have been warned.

Now for the pairings book I was talking about a long time ago, do any of you think I should do it? It's just a bunch of one-shots for the wackiest pairing you can think of. I will take requests and start working on it.

Tris's Point of View

We were currently going to watch Lynn and Peter's entertainment fights like we did Saturday. Except this time, we were going to get the other group so we could all celebrate with Dauntless cake and some other random crap since in two days, we'd be getting the new initiates. Only Uriah, Four, Lauren, Eric, and I would be teaching them. Uriah and Lauren would be training the Dauntless born initiates, whilst Four and I train the transfers and Eric would be monitoring both groups.

Will and Zeke would have to be on high alert with the control room. Christina would have to sell a lot of clothes, Marlene would probably have a lot of people in the infirmary, Peter and Shauna would have to have a lot of meetings as Ambassador and Eric and Lynn would have to step up their game as leaders. So this time of the year was pretty big for us. And hectic. Can't forget hectic.

Add all that to the previous hectic life before any of this started, or even approached. Life was not easy. And whoever said it was wasn't very bright.

"What's wrong, babe?" I looked over at Eric who looked concerned. I smiled over at him and shook my head, grasping his hand with mine, enlacing our fingers together.

"Nothing, Rick." I used his nickname. He laughed, amused.

"I know there's something up. Make it easier for yourself and go ahead and tell me." He commanded. I sighed. When Eric was serious and determined it was rather hard to escape. If you managed to, he'd still bring it up later. There was literally no way to escape.

"Things. . . ." I attempted to start, but nothing really came out. I cleared my throat and tried again, this time successfully. "Things are just getting too tiresome and crazy. I don't know what to do."

"You'll know when the time comes," he assured me. "Sometimes people aren't meant to know what they need to do before the event even happens. And when that happens, it just means that you need to go with your instinct—that it's not something you can force."

"Well, maybe I want to force it." I mumble into his chest. His body shakes as he chuckles lightly.

"Let's go, babe." Eric grabs my hand and gently pulls me out of our apartment. "You know how Peter and Lynn get when we're late for things."

I did know. So that's why I gripped his hand tighter and pulled him along faster. Peter and Lynn upset was not, in any circumstances, fun or amusing. It really wasn't.

Peter was in the arena right now. His match was right after Lynn's, whom, of course, kicked some serious butt. Her match was over in less than two minutes. The other person didn't even stand a chance against her and I'm pretty sure he knew it long before it was announced she was the one he was fighting.

The guy whom Peter was currently fighting ducked quickly and then sent a right hook in Peter's direction. Peter ducked and shoved his right knee into the guy's abdomen, causing him to double over in pain with a barely concealed groan.

Peter brought his elbow down on the guy's back hard, and he fell to the ground. Before Peter could pin him down with his foot and declare himself the winner, the guy—who I now noticed had a karate symbol on his back—spun around on his stomach and kicked Peter's feet out from under him. Peter crumbled to the ground and the other guy jumped on him. Karate Guy attempted to pin him down, but Peter wasn't about to lose like that. He head butted him, putting the guy into the daze, only wincing slightly himself. Karate guy, still in a daze, was now vulnerable, whilst Peter was still in pretty good shape.

Peter lunged for Karate guy, pinning him down by straddling him and aimed three perfect rabbit punches at his face, effectively knocking him out.

The crowd cheered loudly by stomping their feet, screaming, and pumping their fists in the air.

Peter stood up and the announcer raised his hand high in the air for us all to see and announced Peter as the winner. Eric and I shot out of our seats and shouted our pride, louder than everyone else there as a guy walked into the caged arena and pulled the unconscious guy out.

Peter grinned proudly and shouted himself as the stone room echoed deafeningly. He had won. He and Lynn both had won.

Now this called for a celebration.

We waited for Peter and Lynn outside so they could shower, talk to their fellow entertainment fighters, and sign autographs for crazy fans that wanted them.

When they walked out, they both held this aura of accomplishment. Not cockiness—just accomplishment.

"Congratulations," I smiled. "You guys won!"

Lynn scoffed with her usual smirk. "Please, it was obvious we were both going to win." Now there was the cockiness. "The other people didn't stand a chance."

"I know, right?" Peter appeared to agree with her wholeheartedly.

"I just can't wait until you two are pitted against each other." Eric's eyes light up wickedly.

"Oh, I would so kick his ass."

Peter stared over at her like he thought she was crazy. "Yeah right, Lynn. We both know I'd beat you."

"Oh, poor little boy thinks he can beat someone whose been training since she was five." Lynn coos mockingly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, you want to know—"

"No, I really don't." Lynn's lips curve upward into a vicious smile.

"Guys," I interrupted. They both turned to look at me in question. "Can we go? Eric and I really want to celebrate the fact that you both won."

"You mean you really want to celebrate." Eric huffed. "I could really care less."

I rolled my eyes and shot him a look, instantly making him comply. I laced our fingers together as Peter and Lynn both nod.

"Just our group or both?" Lynn asks. Eric and Peter frown slightly at the mention of the other group. They were getting along with them just fine, really. It's just the fact that they still feel a little uneasy with them sometimes. I don't really blame them; so do I.

"Both." I answer albeit reluctantly.

"Fine," Eric and Peter huff. "But if they try anything—"

"If you two try anything . . ." Lynn warned.

"They won't. Now let's just go." I insist and they nod.

Looks like I get to spend more time with those idiots. Yay!