This idea came to me all of a sudden and I am not so sure on where I'll go with it.
It is AU obviously and I already have some ideas for a second chapter and a general direction where I'm heading but nothing solid yet.
So, yeah - enjoy and tell me what you think :)

I do not own Divergent or its characters.

With an annoyed sigh Tris opened the door to Eric's office. She had to go through his office on her way to her own.

Right now she was angry with Eric, they had sparred like they usually did every morning since he had taken her under his wing when she chose leadership. He had smirked wickedly when Max had announced it in their very first meeting, almost as if he was looking forward to torturing her. Everything went fine so far though and she learned many new things about the faction relations and he gave her special combat training.

Ever since that meeting with Jeanine two days ago though he didn't seem to be able to stop seething. Jeanine had wanted to talk to him alone after the meeting and when he came out he slammed the door close cursing heatedly under his breath. The train ride home had been awkwardly quiet.

So after yesterday's day off he had been particularly brutal on her today. He had slammed her to the ground numerous times and had taunted her not to go easy on him all the while. She had done her best but it still wasn't good enough and without as much as a 'see you later' he had gone to take a shower.

Tris rolled her eyes when she saw Eric sitting behind his desk. She had just showered and felt rather relaxed but seeing the arrogant glint in his eyes all the anger came rushing back to her. He looked up from the letter in his hands with a mocking smirk, "How are you doing?"

Turning around she didn't bother to look at him again, heading to her office she called over her shoulder in annoyance, "Sore. What do you think?"

Eric barked out a laugh and his smirk grew wide. Grabbing a box from below his table he got up to follow her. She was just about to throw the door to her office shut when he was behind her and with a hand to the door he prevented her from doing so.

He shot her a mock hurt look and when she rolled her eyes at him the corners of his mouth turned up into a smug grin, "You think you can get away from me?"

Tris blushed and wondered for the umpteenth time how he didn't seem to have an issue with personal space. His face was inches away from her and he smirked when he saw her almost squirm under his eyes. His distinctive masculine scent invaded her senses despite the shower he had taken and a thought flickered through her mind briefly. Was she too distracted by him to fight properly earlier?

She sighed when he didn't budge and turned around muttering under her breath, "Apparently not."

Before she could fall into her seat he roughly placed the box on her desk. She pinched the bridge of her nose and with an exaggerated sigh she looked up at him, "What's this?"

Opening the box slowly he grinned and when he saw her scowling at him his grin turned wicked, "Jeanine sent us toys."

Tris cleared her throat in exasperation but Eric didn't bother explaining yet. He furrowed his brows as he took out a rather big device with a handle and a round transparent screen.

He turned it around in his hands trying to figure out how to turn it on. With a huff Tris snatched it from his hands and while she looked for the switch he squinted at the piece of paper which had little to no instructions written on it, "Oh, it says to switch it on you have to..." A mechanic beep cut him off, "...the blue button."

She smirked up at him for outsmarting him for once and they both looked on as the device came to life, flashing each colourful part of the screen it beeped some more before it turned quiet again.

Tris grinned at him in triumph and he scoffed half-heartedly, looking at the instructions again he read, "Hold the device close in front of subject and press the green button."

She did as he instructed and held it in front of his face before he could protest, it beeped and the display was illuminated with radiant colours again.

Tris froze when a mechanic female voice spoke up, "Divergence: Sixty percent."

Eric scowled at her when she lowered the device, seemingly misinterpreting her look he explained, "Jeanine wants us to test the initiates with this."

She gulped and put the device back into the box, "Okay." Up until this day she had been able to hide her divergence and Four was furious when he heard that she would work with Eric so closely. He was afraid of what Eric would do if he ever found out.

Turning around slowly she felt her cheeks heat up when Eric exclaimed with a low guttural chuckle, "Hey wait!"

Before she could stop him she heard the beeping behind her back and when she turned back around to her instructor the device was just done calculating.

"Divergence: One hundred percent."

Tris bit her bottom lip when she saw Eric glaring at the screen with his mouth open. "Bullshit!" he exclaimed and pressed the button again.

Tris remained standing in front of the device waiting patiently and when the female voice repeated the result, "Divergence: One hundred percent," she fidgeted with her hands regarding Eric nervously.

Lowering the device he stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't quite comprehend the emotions which stormed across his usually rather composed face.

Tris chewed on her lips when he didn't say anything. When he lifted the device once more she stopped him mid-motion.

She felt her own hand trembling on his and with as much courage that she could muster she locked her gaze with his grey eyes, "It's not broken. It says the truth."

All emotions drained from his face suddenly and his eyes bore into hers. Whatever thoughts were racing through his head he didn't utter them aloud. And without another word he took the box and went back to his office.