A/N: So glad you all stuck with me. You all have no idea how much it means to me. I know the last chapter might have been a wee bit confusing but I had a spurt of inspiration and decided on a new set of twists and turns. Please I hope you all stick around for a little while longer. Always more to come and new adventures in the making.

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Chapter 11 – Unforeseen

Question? What were the questions? She had enough on her plate. Like could her and one of her best friends be related? Did she allow herself to get to close and comfortable with Eric that she set them up for failure. Why would he want to stick around? The immediate threat was gone, for the time being. Rubbing a sore spot along her shoulder and neck. The knock on the office door was a more then welcome distraction from looking at another set of files. Giving Rena a warm and welcoming smile as she plopped down in the chair.

"It's not nice."

"What's not?"

"That fake ass smile."

"Its not fake, I am happy to see you."

"No that fake ass one is deeper then that."

"That obvious huh?"

"Yeah pretty. So tell me whats up?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, what did he do?"

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb, you know who I'm talking about."

"The man who saved your life and wants to have your babies."

"You know that is not how that works right, and no he doesn't."

"Don't fuck is up, your psyching yourself out."

"I am not, besides everything is already fucked."

"Bullshit, you've been quiet for almost a week."

"You see this? This has been my week."

"You've never been this quiet. Not even during initiation."

"Just a lot on my mind I guess."

"Eric?"

"Bingo. So what did he do so I can go kick his ass."

"Nothing, he hasn't done anything."

"Then why have you been hiding out at my place for the past few days."

"Avoiding the issue, til I'm ready to talk about it."

"And the issue is?" Rena rolled her hand, dragging out the words, urging her to go on."

"I think I fucked it up, whatever it is or was."

"Avoiding a problem doesn't make it go away."

"Trust me I know. I just don't want to deal with that one just yet. With everything else that's been going on lately."

Rena pondered the words and actions of her friend. The stress level was high enough she was surprised it wasn't pouring off.

"I think we need to take a little trip."

"Shopping? Drinks? Girls night out?"

"Yes. Yes. And Yes. I just need to make a quick stop to pick up a party favor."

"By party favor I hope you don't plan on getting Eric."

"No, he's to heavy to carry even for me."

"Good to know. So what are you getting?"

"Bread from back home."

"Your going to Amity?"

"Hell yes I am. Plus I get to see my folks and little brother."

"Alone?"

"Nah, I got Mason coming with. Which reminds me we better get going if we want to be back before his shift tonight."

"Good. Now go before he starts wondering if your sending him off to meet your parents alone."

"Meet you at my place after dinner."

The pair laughing as the blonde left. Checking the clock, it was still relatively early. The initiates were usually all in the Pit for lunch around this time. Skipping lunch she instead helped herself to a drink. Letting the burn warm her before returning the bottle to its place. Checking her growing list of emails until she found the one she was looking for. It was from the twins back at Erudite.

'Helena, We've run several tests on the blood samples you provided. The mystery serum is just that a mystery we are continuing to attempt to figure out. There are no records of it or its chemical component in any of our files on Jeanine's experiments. We are unable to tell you what it does or what it will do at this point in time. We will continue looking for answers and you will be alerted as soon as we have any information.'

Hitting the reply button, her fingers coasted over the keys. Taking a deep breath to further calm her disappointment. They may not have answers about the serum but they would unknowingly help her about her family situation.

'Sean and Corrine, Thank you for the update and I will alert you if there are any changes on my end. So far nothing out of the ordinary. The dreams I had right after I left appear to be residual effects of that serum cocktail you injected me with when I was there. But everything has been on the normal side recently. I have another favor to ask if its not to much. Could you send me a copy of my parents files? I would go into details as to why but with recent relationships this email would probably be nine pages too long. Keep me posted and thank you both again for everything.'

Hitting send was probably the easiest thing she'd done all day. The news wasn't good nor bad but it was something. Maybe the serum was just a fake brew of god knows what, with the soul purpose of driving her crazy trying to figure it out. Going back to the training room during the day would not be as bad as going alone at night. She could still beat the hell out of a punching bag and still do her job. Collecting information and scores, no one would question her, if they did it'd be none of their fucking business. Tossing her stuff to the side, making sure she had full view of the initiates. Pounding away on the worn leather, giving Four a sweaty nod. He could tell something was bothering her and knew well enough to give her her space. By the time they were dismissed, she was drenched in sweat and still had work to do. Looking a hot mess when she collected what she needed from both Four and Christina. Tufts of hair falling in her face, eyeliner slightly smudged, and overall sweaty. She'd probably see one if not both of them in the pit later.

Showering after everything that day, the past few days was so far the best part. Being back in her apartment was a little awkward. She couldn't really tell when Eric was there last. Her bed seemed to always be unmade. Gliding her fingers over the hangers in her closet, still wrapped in a towel. Rena would be getting back soon treats in hand and ready to go. The black lace trim of a backless deep red body-con dress caught her attention. Bolder then her usual taste in dresses but wearing it felt right. Tonight was different, tonight was more for fun and a break from everything. The lack of information, the stress of not knowing anything anymore even for one night.

Shaking out her air dried waves as she contemplated if she should wear it up or down. Holding it up with one hand as she shifted side to side in the mirror to get a better look. Rena came in like a stealth bomber in heels. Placing the plastic container on the foot of the bed and watched as Hel curled the last bit of her hair in loose curls. Standing to face her friend, who was now watching in almost awe at her.

"Damn girl, I don't know what Eric did but he is going to be super pissed he did it."

Letting out a sigh, she joined Rena sitting at the foot of the bed.

"If only that were the case."

"How so?"

"With the stress of literally everything, maybe I'm just seeing things?"

"What? What do you think you saw?"

"I don't even know for sure if it was Eric."

"So you saw someone who may or my not be Eric do what exactly?"

"I don't know I didn't stick around."

"I see, I'm guessing that's why you've been spending more time at my place then here." Leaning back on one elbow, opening the plastic container, and the two ate the syrupy bread.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you in an awkward place."

"Oh honey, I get it, I know you'd do the same for me."

Both enjoying equally large pieces, Rena replaced the lid. Getting up the pair made their way out. Leaving the remainder of Rena's party favor on the counter.

Like most nights the Pit was on engulfed in a sea of people, music, and booze. The bonfire in the corner was an added touch, signaling the end of the first round of initiation. The bread taking effect long before the pair passed through the doors. Eric and Four both gave their speech's from the railing of an upper level. Addressing the crowd for their accomplishments and menial failures. The other sharing plans for the future of Dauntless.

The serum giving everything a slight hazy feeling, without numbing the senses completely. Choosing to take it easy on anything with alcohol especially when familiar hands grazed down the sides of her body. The stubble of his jaw line grazing the length of her neck. She couldn't hide the smirk as she ordered a drink. One of his hands made its way around her stomach, lightly sandwiching her between him and the edge of the bar. Warming chills she didn't know she had.

"If I didn't know any better Mr Coulter, I'd think you were happy to see me."

Kissing her jaw then tucking his chin into the crook of her neck. He was freshly shaven, his cheek was smooth against hers.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know."

"I've missed you, a week is way to long."

"I figured you'd have some super busty redhead balls deep in your bed by now." Taking a double shot before asking for another.

"I'd rather be balls deep in you."

"That's rather hard to believe."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" This time turning her to face him. Confusion heavy on his face. His hands on the bar boxing her in.

"Because, Eric, I saw you near the chasm."

"Okay? I still don't see what your getting at?"

"Well how does this sound? I saw you with a super busty red-head looking awful chummy." Shoving him away from her.

"Woah, woah, wait. What red-head?" Grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to him.

"The one from fucking Candor." The statement burrowed up his brows even more. He honestly had no idea what she was talking about. She felt like she was yelling over the music. Trying to focus her eyes.

"Hel, I seriously have no idea what the hell your talking about." Angry yet sincere, even with the blissful high pleading to regain its control she could see he was telling her the truth.

Allowing him to pull her with him up the stairs to the upper levels of the chasm. Away from prying eyes and ears of their current business. Standing in the alcove in front of the tattoo parlor. The music could still be heard but now it was muffled. Allowing for a less yelling kind of conversation. The dim light above it made it ideal at that point in time. Tori and Bud had long closed for the night, probably joined the others for a drink or two.

She leaning against the wall, staring down at her feet. Eric check if the coast was indeed clear. He took her hands in his, causing her to look up at him. A pained yet glassy looking back at him with blue eyes.

"How are you so sure it wasn't you I saw?"

"When did you think you saw me in the Chasm?" His thumbs traced circles on the backs of her hands. Not helping her a bit in the resistance of the peace serum.

"About a week ago, it's why I've been staying with Rena."

A smile crossed his lips, not his usual devilish smirk. It was weird, she had only seen it once or twice before. Her confusion grew when he started shaking his head.

"When was the last time you remember seeing me? Before this afternoon."

"Wait, you tried to steal my coffee that morning before you left."

"Right, then what?"

"Work, then I was heading back to my place, when I saw..."

"How sure are you that it was me?"

"I can't be sure, but I was so sure."

"I'm positive it wasn't me."

"Oh really why is that?"

"Because after Four and I left that morning, I headed out to do patrols. I've been training patrols all week."

"None of this makes any sense. I've been so swept up in everything. I just wish I could go back to the way things were before I had the shit beat out of me."

"Before everything? Including this?" He gestured with his finger back and forth between them.

"I don't exactly consider drunkenly flashing you at 2am the start of a relationship." A deep blush felt like it covered her whole face. Halfheartedly looking away from him.

"What about that hot and angry kiss in your office?"

"The one where you almost had me on top of my desk?"

"Yeah that one."

"Maybe not everything."

"Then where do we stand then?" Both now shifting uneasily.

"If I were to hook up with someone else, would you be mad?"

"Border-line murderous." His voice was husky. She bit her lip, part of her hoped he wasn't completely serious. Then again he had killed people before. Justifiably not his fault and she wondered if the guilt of not being able to control or stop what happened was eating at him. In the months since her incident she had seen him shut down or change the subject.

Pulling her to him as he leaned against the opposite wall, her pupils widening. Her battle against the peace serum was a quickly losing one. Her breath caught in her throat, a small hushed gasp escaping her lips. His fingers grazed the exposed skin of her back. His other trailing up the side of her thigh, goosebumps followed the chill in its absence. Cupping the side of her face, his hand now holding to the back of her neck. Kissing her slow and commanding. Letting her be the one to break it first.

"So this is mine?" - She turned it up a level. Sliding her hands down his chest, stopping just above his belt. He nodded in response. - "And this?" Her hand glided over his zipper, earning a growl and another nod. She watched as his blue eyes darkened dramatically. His breathing hitched this time, rubbing him teasingly through the layers of fabric separating them.

Releasing another growl, he pushed her off of him. Before she could blink, he had her pinned against the wall of the alcove. His fingers lightly dug into her shoulder, his forearm pressed across her collar bone. The initial nervous shock replaced with a smirk. He worked dangerously slow with his free hand, it felt like slow motion. Allowing the smallest of gasps to escape her lips, greedily removing her panties in a quick swift movement. Continuing to hold her, his fingers moved in rhythmic motions. Her last bit of control snapping as he pushed his fingers into her folds. In and out, rubbing her nub with his thumb. She panted for breath as his lips met hers, moaning into his mouth. If he wasn't holding her up she'd probably be walking like a new born giraffe.

Shifting his position, the hand he used to pin her was now massaging her left breast. She grabbed hold of his arm, in a mixed attempt of stopping him and urging him on. Undoing the front of his pants, she released his throbbing appendage from his boxers. He hissed as she stroked him. Licking her lips as she stared at his face, she slowly lowered herself. Shaking his head he brought her back up.

"No, not here."

"Why? You afraid someone will see us?"

"Because you're better then some darken alley blow-job."

"I didn't know my big scary boyfriend was such a gentleman."

"I'm just full of surprises." That damn smirk of his making her weak in the knees. Rubbing her folds once again then grabbing her knees and returning her back to the wall. After some minor adjustments, they both found the release they'd been searching for. He fucked her til her eyes rolled back; clinging to him as she rode his cock.

Waking the next morning Hel woke up in her bed. Half tucked under a cocoon of covers. Her head was still foggy and she ached all over. She tried to will herself to sit up, but her body felt heavy. She was grateful for the dream but was she still in it? Was it a dream at all? Sadly, the hangover was all to real, the headache disproving that quickly.

The insistent ringing of its awaiting notifications made it impossible to ignore. Managing to rolled slightly to face her end table, sloppily swiping her hand across the glossy screen of her tablet. The sight of the first set of messages made her stomach churn. Bolting upright against her body's aching protest, almost a dozen pictures from last night. Up against the wall, dress hiked up past her ass, legs around Eric's waist. Her jaw hung wide in disbelief as she took in the images.

Her sex life was no one's business, but it still bothered her that someone took it upon themselves to take pictures. Much less send them to her, like a fucking stalker. It irked her to no end, was it someone's sick attempt to blackmail her. Scanning the multitude of messages for some sort of hint, some indication as motive or why. Nothing. The frustration was driving her nuts, she spotted an email that had come in hours before. But unlike the creepy wordless pictures she knew who it was from, the twins. It was short and simple almost nice. Whatever it was that the mystery girl had injected her with was no longer in her system as far as they could tell. They had ran every test they had and a few they created all came back negative. They could not tell what it was. Until they had anything more to go off of they would back burner it.

Double tapping the attachment, she rubbed at her neck waiting for it to load. Her eyes wildly scanned over documents, the blood types of her, her parents. It confirmed that she and her dad shared the same blood type, but the woman listed under mother Emily Gavin had O-. Making the chance she was her birth mother were just over 6%. It was something, not exactly proof that she wasn't Four's sister. She needed to talk to both of them.

Her shower was rushed, as was getting dressed. Not looking like a complete hot mess was something she was grateful for. Pulling the hood of her jacket just over her face, uncomfortable with the thought of who else might have also received the pictures. The tablet gripped tightly in her fingers as she headed for Eric's office.