I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.


After Lauren's visit there was yet another unexpected visit from Mr. Prior.

"What are your plans with your youngest sister," Andrew asked Beatrice one morning over tea.

"I love her dearly of course. She is my sister after all," Beatrice commented. "Although that obligates me to a certain degree of compassion, I need not extend every amount of courtesy to her."

Andrew looked at his daughter and smiled. It would be like Beatrice to selflessly give of what she had for her family. Now though it seems that Beatrice had decided not to take on every issue that bought itself forward from his youngest daughter's antics.

"Lauren has always had a willful spirit," commented Mr. Prior.

"She made the insinuation that Mr. Wickham is beginning to show her indifference," Beatrice finished.

"Though I hate to admit it, it is something that is within his character," Andrew responded. "She will get over it tolerably enough. Lauren is young and pretty. Her character is charismatic."

"She is also extravagant in her wants," Beatrice could not help but add that part on.

Andrew chuckled at this. "Of course she is. Your mother indulged her with every drop."

Though Lauren had been invited once more to Dauntless a month later, both Mr. Eric Wickham and Lauren had been invited to stay with Shauna and Mr. Pedrad the following month. It was then noted by Shauna that Lauren's affection that she once held for Eric had started to turn to disinterest just as his had done. Though the couple did little to display it in public, the realization of it was evident to most who knew them.

Their stay at the Pedrad residence was not a long one as Lauren had received earlier on just her own. Mr. Ezekiel Pedrad, though amiable and understanding, as a friend of Tobias could no longer keep Eric in his home. Lauren wrote to Beatrice hoping that once they had quit Shauna's residence that there were hopes of being able to visit Beatrice yet again. Since Eric was still in her company, Beatrice denied it.

"Forgive me," Tobias kissed Beatrice's forehead when she had went to deliver the letter informing Lauren on their decision. "I fear there may never be a day when I can welcome him into this home again."

"I understand," Beatrice smiled up at him.

"Do you think it impolite on my part or unforgiving perhaps?"

"We are all human. It is a tendency to bear resentment when our feelings are disrespected. And I do believe," Beatrice started in her ever playful nature. "I remember a time you once said that you hardly ever forgave," Beatrice took his hands and looked up into her husband's eyes. "It was a fault that you described of your own nature."

"You stated that this fault of mine was something you would not laugh at," Tobias smiled seeing the playfulness in her eyes.

It was her fine eyes which held him that evening in Netherfield when Beatrice had challenged him. It was meant for Caraline to charm Mr. Eaton. However it worked further to Beatrice's advantage than she could ever know that night. Beatrice did not flaunt it openly but on that evening Tobias saw nothing else but her playful disposition, pleasing figure and of course her eyes.

"I did say I enjoy a good laugh and although I should not be taking pleasure in any person's dire circumstances, especially that of my sister's," Beatrice nodded thoughtfully. "I cannot help but see my husband's fault actually present itself before me."

Tobias chuckled. "Is it unattractive for you to be married to such a man?"

"On the contrary," Beatrice continued to smile. "It cements our marriage bond further."

"How so, my dear Tris?"

"You go through such lengths to accommodate my sister, despite who her husband is," Beatrice explained. "You endure all the displeasure of housing that man's wife, allowing me to bestow small gifts upon her and even keep information on him from his commanding officer. And I feel that is only because of your love for me. Though I do not laugh, I cannot help but smile at the notion. My Mr. Eaton," Beatrice leaned up and kissed him softly. "My husband will put himself into such discomfort in aiding someone he resents because the love he holds for his dear one."

Beatrice felt a giggle escape her lisp as her husband tilted his head and leaned down to press a kiss to her soft neck. There was no doubt in Tobias' mind why he had done such things. It was all done for Beatrice's sake, everything would be. Tobias took delight in seeing her eyes brighten and her smile shine. Though Beatrice did not enjoy being spoiled upon by the servants or others in Tobias' company, there was a certain enjoyment to be had when her husband was the one who lavished her.

It had been throughout their first six months of marriage that their home had been the constant recipient of guests. It was a natural occurrence.

With Christina's return back to Abnegation, the house had grown quiet. During her stay, Christina had been introduced to a number of young gentlemen and also those of high profession. One in particular had caught Christina's peculiar attention and with that knowledge, Beatrice stated that she could return in a couple months for another long visit.

Marlene had even been invited to journey with Miss Caraline Pedrad for a month or so. Though Caraline was deeply mortified by Mr. Eaton's marriage to Beatrice at first, by now it had fallen to the side. With her sister, Molly, being a married woman as well and having to accompany Peter on a business journey, Caraline for the first time in her life found herself at ends with loss of company. Though her affection towards Marlene had been in the hopes of obtaining Mr. Eaton's attention, now she found herself incapable of despising Marlene. Caraline was fonder than ever of Marlene.

"Mrs. Eaton," Caraline spoke over tea when she came to visit and extend her invitation to Marlene. "You must know that the girl is ready to be out in society?"

Beatrice smiled at Caraline. The two women would never become close friends. However they began to display every sort of civility to one another, even when they were alone.

"I have," Beatrice replied. "She is seven and ten now, a year younger than my sister Christina."

"Yes," Caraline smiled a genuine one. "I must say that she is a pleasure now to be around."

"Society here has been agreeable with her," the two shared a comfortable moment of silence. "Tobias may be reluctant to let her go but I am sure that she can be trusted in your care."

"Thank you, Mrs. Eaton."

And so it occurred a week later, Caraline traveled from her visit at her brother's home to retrieve Miss Marlene and their venture took them to Erudite and all its buzzing society.

Once all their duties had been done, Tobias called his wife to join him by their estate's lake for a picnic. Their bond grew deeper with each passing day of their solitude in Dauntless, away from the disturbing guests. Another day Tobias had decided to gift Beatrice with a beautiful mare and they both set out to ride about Dauntless.

There were spots throughout Dauntless that had become Beatrice's favorite and often when they wanted a moment to be alone together, Tobias and her would ride out to that particular place and spend the afternoon lost in one another, communicating or sometimes not communicating. The silence was just as beautiful as long as Beatrice was held in Tobias' arms. And the simple touches or light kisses held so much meaning to both. Something Tobias was sure he would never grow tired of.