AN: Hello everyone, and thank you for your reviews. I actually received a message on a different site that I have posted this story on requesting that I write a version in Eric's POV. I'm definitely interested in doing so, and wanted to see if anyone here would be interested in reading it too. Let me know, and enjoy the update. See you Thursday!

I nervously flip through my email as the train speeds along its tracks. My visit with Eric is still fresh in my mind, and it's not surprising that I slept more soundly last night than I have in months. It wasn't just the sex, which in all honesty was absolutely amazing, it was also that the weight of pushing my feelings down for months is finally off of my shoulders. I love him, and I'm now able to do so freely. I know we have a lot to work through, the most obvious being getting him out of prison, but this morning I actually feel light and almost carefree.

When my stop comes up, I exit with a handful of others and I walk up to the building that was my home over ten years ago. I take in the familiar surroundings of Dauntless as I make my way down to The Pit. I had agreed to meet Tobias here for breakfast, agreeing that the old restaurant famous for its greasy hangover breakfast food would be a good spot. Since Miles was still at Johanna and Pedro's this morning, I thought today would be the best.

They also make a mean iced coffee, full of dark chocolate syrup, and who am I to say no to that decadence?

I see him before he notices me, his head is buried in his iPad, but I'd know him anywhere. The dark hair that he continues to keep cropped close to his head, his olive skin and I see new tattoos on his forearms. He looks up and catches my eyes, smiling that lopsided grin I remember.

He stands up when I approach the table, neither of us are sure how to greet, so I break the ice by waving.

"Tris, it's good to see you," He remarks as he pulls a chair out for me.

"Likewise." I reply. "How are things?" I ask.

He takes a sip from one of the water glasses on the table, "Good." He replies. "How are you doing?"

"Good." I reply awkwardly. This is the same surface exchange we had when we ran into each other as I was leaving a session with his mother, and I'm not sure we can get past the tension between us. He rubs the back of his neck, another nervous gesture I'm quite familiar with.

Thankfully a waiter appears and takes our coffee and breakfast order, giving us a few minutes to collect ourselves.

"It's been a long time," He finally says.

"Yes, it certainly has been. I agree.

More awkward silence.

"We've managed to avoid each other for ten years, ironically your not so dead mother brings us back in the same room." I say carefully, ready to cut through the tension.

"Yeah. She told me that you were her court appointed therapist, and I must say I was surprised to hear it." He hedges.

"Yes, it was definitely a surprise to see her." I agree.

"It's not a conflict of interest?" He says a little sharply.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"A conflict of interest? You and I were married, she's your ex mother in law?" He presses.

"She's not my ex anything, and considering I never even knew she was alive during our marriage, she and I have no prior relationship to declare for review of conflict of interest." I reply evenly.

"I didn't mean to offend." He offers. I just stare at him, trying my best to school my expression, and he continues, "I know my mother told you some things, and I think we should talk about them, if you're ok with that." He replies carefully.

"I can't confirm anything that she and I speak about, however if you'd like to share anything with me that would be fine."

"I had been seeing her in secret for a while, during our entire relationship. I was keeping secrets back then, too." He replies.

I nod, and we pause as the waiter drops off our coffee order, and I take a long sip of the delicious sweet concoction that is unique to Dauntless.

Tobias continues, "She had reached out the first time before you'd even come to Dauntless, in a very coded letter. I ignored it because I just wasn't ready to talk to whoever this was, even though I suspected it was someone who at least knew her. She also shared some news with me in that letter that I wasn't sure how to process. She reached out again, making it more clear that it was definitely her. I obviously panicked, the mother I had assumed was dead had actually abandoned me, left me with that monster, and willingly lived factionless. At first, I didn't want anything to do with her, because I was so angry at her for leaving me with Marcus, but she wore me down when she insinuated that she knew what Jeanine was up to, along with other things." He glances up at me, and it appears he is trying to gauge my reaction.

"You wanted answers." I offer, and he nods. "Did she give you any?"

"She did. Marcus was awful to her, and when she was there he never once touched me. In her mind, if she were to leave, it would stop his aggression since it was always aimed at her. She didn't want me to sit there and continue to watch my father beat the shit out of her. She's right, for the first seven years of my life, Marcus was fine with me, it was all her. But when she left, he turned all of that anger that he had for her towards me. She didn't want to take me into the factionless, it was really bad out there before she was able to lead and organize them, so she thought she was doing the right thing. I believed her." He shrugs.

"You wanted a loving parent." I say and he nods again. Our food arrives, and we both begin to eat, "I knew something had changed in your life, but at that time I wasn't sure what it was." I admit.

"We exchanged messages for awhile, and then I finally starting leaving Dauntless to see her. Evelyn never liked you, even without meeting you. I now know it was because she felt you were a distraction at her attempts to get me to join her revolution. She wasn't pleased I was with you, she was downright furious when I married you, and when I found out you were pregnant I went to her that day to talk about it. I didn't want to just leave you like that, I mean I was very fucking angry that my wife, who I hadn't even had sex with, was pregnant by someone else. When I found out it was Eric, it was so much worse. I went there thinking she would agree with me though, that me staying with you and helping you to raise your child would give you and the child a better life. Eric's arrogance put him in jail, and I just knew the two of you wouldn't ever be able to actually parent your child together, so I wanted to be there. She obviously thought otherwise, and she talked me out of it. Hindsight, I know that I couldn't have sat there and raised Eric's child, but I didn't want to abandon you like that." Tobias explains.

"Why did you hate Eric so much? Why did you obsessively watch him like you did?" I finally ask.

Tobias' dark blue eyes are on me, and I see it: realization. Sixteen year old me wouldn't have ever understood the look he's giving me right now, but twenty six year old me knows it all too well.

"So how long have you known?" He asks.

"How long have you known?" I counter.

"She told me the year before you transferred to Dauntless, in that first letter she sent. I watched him because I wanted to know who the fuck he was. He has no idea, does he?"

"Idea of what, Tobias?" I counter.

He sighs loudly, "Since you're insistent that I say it out loud, Eric and I share the same piece of shit father. Does he know?"

"I told him as soon as I found out, unlike you." I spit.

"How'd you find out?" He asks.

"He was my patient." I reply evenly and he nods.

"I tried to talk to Eric when I found out. He and I have never gotten along, Tris. He was an asshole, the two of us couldn't be in a room without fighting. He hated me." He argues, "I'm sure he's told you all about how jealous he got when I beat him overall during our initiation. I know you can't talk about the things that you and him have discussed during therapy, but I did try to talk to him back then and it was impossible. Then once you were in the picture it was even worse. It was obvious that he had a thing for you back then, and he was pissed that I was with you." He sighs.

"It's been ten years though, Tobias. Why haven't you tried talking to him?"

"Who says I haven't, Tris? Didn't he refuse you when he was here in Chicago the first time? You were pregnant with his kid and he refused to see you, how do you think he reacted when I kept showing up to visit him?" He asks angrily.

"He never told me you tried to visit."

"I'm pretty sure he didn't know. Because of you, he had a standing order placed on his file that he refused all visitors. Trust me, I asked. The administration people flat out accused me of coming on your behalf." He explains, "When I realized what lengths Eric had put in place to refuse you, I wanted to help you, but by then I had completely cut off ties with you."

"It's awfully arrogant of you to have assumed that I needed your help, or that Eric wouldn't have ever wanted to parent his own child." I spit.

"How is it arrogant when I knew for a fact he was refusing you, Tris?"

"It's arrogant because you assumed I wouldn't be able to do it myself, or that he wouldn't one day be ready to be the father that our son needed." I bite back angrily.

"You're right. I can see now how it appeared that I didn't think you were capable of solving things on your own." He admits.

"Or knowing what my limits were and asking for help appropriately."

"I had a bit of a savior complex back then," He admits, "I went through my own therapy to work through some things."

"It takes a lot to admit when you need help." I offer.

He nods, "I realize that I did that with you. I tried to fix you, and also blocked you from getting the professional help you needed after the war."

His admission shocks me, and a well timed appearance by the waiter dropping off our breakfast gives us a break.

"I was able to get the help I needed once we separated. I also believe that we both desperately held onto a relationship that wasn't necessarily compatible or working, because of the dire circumstances we were thrown into with the war. I do appreciate you for thinking of protecting me, but had you stayed you would have hated me, and resented my son."

Tobias nods his head, "I would agree with that statement, we weren't together for the right reasons, we were together because it was comfortable. Is our incompatibility what led you to be with Eric?"

The moment of truth, and I realize that he thinks I had been involved with Eric for much more than I had ever let on, "Tobias, do you think that Eric and I were carrying on an affair?"

"Weren't you? He was obsessed with you when we were in Dauntless. He got you pregnant and you had to confess." He replies.

"No. Well, yes he did get me pregnant, that is obviously not something I can or will deny, however Eric and I had very little interaction at all prior to that one day in Erudite. He did kiss me once back in Dauntless, before you and I had gotten together, and when you'd told me that he was a divergent hunter I avoided ever speaking to him about it. The encounter in Erudite was a one time thing." I reply.

"I find that hard to believe." He scoffs.

"Would it be fair for me to assume that you and Christina had been involved too? You married her as soon as the ink was dry on our annulment papers, and you had her pregnant almost immediately too."

"You know me better than that, Beatrice." He scowls.

"Do I? Because the Tobias I know wouldn't have believed me to be carrying on an entire affair behind his back. We knew nothing about sex, our parents didn't teach us anything! Everything I knew about sex I had learned during girl talk in initiation. The extent of my interactions with Eric were arguments, one of which led to a kiss after the knife throwing incident in training. He had tried to talk to me privately a few days after that, but I gave him the cold shoulder because I thought he was after me for my divergence. Eric and I did interact a lot throughout my initiation, but once I started seeing you I had kept him at arms length. He had no idea I had been caught or brought to Jeanine, he didn't even know I was there, or that I was the one she was looking for. You know Eric had begun to turn against her before she started her sim early."

"Yes, that came out in testimony." He agrees.

"Something finally snapped in him when he was there, I cannot go into detail, but he decided to get back at his mother by finding her pure divergent. He went through her files, found out not only was it me, but I was being held there for weeks right under his nose. He hatched a plan to get me out of there. Eric had already tunneled into their duct system to escape in case things went sideways, he had an entry point in his apartment. He knew he had to get the cameras in his apartment turned off so that we had a window of opportunity to make our escape. His way of doing that was to make it appear we were having sex, he went to Peter and Drew, promised them they'd have a turn with me when he was done if they could just turn the camera off once we were in the act. It wasn't supposed to go as far as it did."

"How the fuck did it, then?" Tobias asks, angrily.

"We had to make it believable. Do you really want details?" I ask.

"No, I actually don't. Just make me understand this, please." He asks in a much calmer voice.

"What happened with Eric and me that day was maybe some suppressed curiosity or feelings, the fear of dying and adrenaline. It's not something either of us had planned on happening."

"I remember the day you found out you were pregnant and you told me what had happened between the two of you, I was just so angry. I've admitted I had a savior complex, but I also had an issue with not being in control of a situation as well. If I'm being honest, now that I've had time to reflect on everything that happened back then, there was a part of me that was relieved that we were over." He's no longer looking at me, and I can tell by his uncomfortable body language that he feels bad for admitting that.

"Tobias, I felt the same sense of relief. I felt awful for hurting you, and I want to apologize to you for that. No matter how distant we had gotten with each other, I feel awful for betraying our relationship the way I did."

"Were you in love with him back then?" He asks.

"No, that day in Erudite was just sex, as unbelievable as it may sound coming from a former Abnegation. However, Eric put his own life and freedom on the line to save mine. He could have just let me out of Erudite and told me to figure it out, but he left with me. When those factionless guys got to him on the train he screamed for me to run, not to help him, but to save myself. Eric literally sacrificed himself to save me. I obviously had some conflicting emotions based on his behavior that day."

"You wanted to be with him back then." He makes a statement, and I nod my head.

"Had Eric and I both made it to Amity, I wouldn't have left him." I agree.

He nods, takes a deep breath and trails his dark brown eyes on me. I no longer feel uncomfortable with his stare, I feel a sense of peace.

"I'm sorry, for my arrogance, for not respecting your feelings and for not understanding that you needed therapy and not a man to swoop in and fix you. I'm sorry that I didn't respect your strength." Tobias says sincerely and for a moment I am too stunned to speak.

"I'm sorry too, for not being mature enough to talk about how I felt, and for disrespecting your feelings and our relationship with my actions. Even though we can see the true nature of things as adults, as former Abnegation we thought what we had was love, and that marriage would be forever. I owed you a better conversation back then." I reply.

"We owed it to each other." He retorts.

"Agreed."

"I'm glad that we're finally having that conversation now. I want to thank you for being willing to talk about what happened. I know it wasn't easy for you, and you may not understand, but it helped me to know that you hadn't been with him the entire time. I can understand lust and hormones, that definitely led me to pursue Christina so quickly when leaving you," He admits.

"That was hard for me too. No matter what our circumstances were, it was shocking that you two got together so quickly," I reply.

"It definitely started as just sex," The tips of his ears blush, just like I remember, "But I fell in love. It happened quickly," He replies and I nod.

"I can understand that. Eric and I started as just something physical too. I get it, I really do." I say and he nods his head.

The silence returns, and so does the bit of awkwardness we had at the beginning of this visit. I'm determined not to lose our progress, "How is Christina? Your kids? I'd heard there are three, right?" I ask.

He smiles in relief, "Chris is good, she's actually at work right now. She works up in The Pire, running one of the restaurants, she actually is a majority owner of it. She had suggested we come there, but I thought that may be overwhelming."

"She wants to see me?" I ask and he nods.

"She does, she is who has been encouraging me to reach out to you. It's been a long time, Tris." He takes another nervous sip of his coffee.

"I can't believe it's been ten years." I agree, "We were honestly just kids back then. Thrust into an adult world. Now here we are, raising kids ourselves."

He nods, "Chris and I have three kids, with a fourth on the way. Jayde is almost nine, Kendall is six, Micah is three, and this one she's expecting is another boy. I think we're going with Callem for him, since it's Chris' maiden name. How is Miles?"

My eyebrows lift, not realizing that Tobias even knew his name, "He's great. He'll be ten next month, very smart, very busy. I'm actually glad you agreed to breakfast, I have to have Miles at the prison by 1:00 for our visit with his dad, and we can't be late."

"Wow… that's… well… that's a lot of progress." Tobias says, "How is that going, or is that too forward?"

"No, it's fine. It's going extremely well. Eric and Miles have really bonded, and he's stepped right into fatherhood naturally." I sigh, "I can imagine it's strange to make small talk about him."

"He's a part of your life, you two have a child together, you're the parents of my nephew. It feels strange to use that word." He replies evenly. "Besides, we're here to clear the air, right?"

"Right." I reply, nervously sipping on my iced coffee.

"I don't expect anything to go back to what it was before, I wouldn't even want it to. I can say I'd like to start over if we can. Before you and I made a ill advised decision to begin a relationship, we were good friends. Maybe one day we can get back to that."

"Even if Eric is in my life?" I ask.

"He's always been a part of your life, and like I said he's Miles' father. We all hated who we thought he was, and we all now know that he wasn't that person."

"No, he never was," I shake my head, "Does this mean you'd like to get the chance to know him as your brother?"

"I'd be willing to get to know him, yes." He replies carefully, "Does Eric want to explore this familial connection as well?"

"I'll have to let you know." I reply.

"Are you two," he begins then shakes his head.

"What did you want to ask?" I press.

"I was going to ask if you two were together, but it's not my business." He shakes his head again, "I'm sorry."

"You're right, it's not your business, but I'll answer. Yes, Eric and I are together. I had to stop treating him because I had fallen in love with him." I admit.

"It almost feels better, knowing that you actually love him. That must sound ridiculous."

"No, because I feel better knowing that you and Christina have true love. Maybe that's a bit of the closure we both needed." I offer.

"I believe that it is," He smiles and I return the gesture, "I ran into Jack last week, it was good to see him," He says, changing the subject, "He said he's heard wonderful things about Eric's rehabilitation progress. He shared that he has a pretty good hunch that Eric will be home rather quickly."

My heart pounds in my chest, if Jack has a hunch, it's usually based on a good source of information, one that he purposely can never talk about with me, but Tobias is able to share. For all of the hurt and anger that has been between us for the past ten years, he's showing that he does actually still care. The war, for as ugly and horrible as it was, bonded us, and it's very evident in this moment.

"I am so ready for that." I say in a shaky voice.

"Happiness looks good on you, Tris. I wish you and your family nothing but the best, and hopefully this can be the catalyst we need to move forward." He smiles warmly.

After breakfast, I pick Miles up from the Reyes house and we head to the prison, his excited chatter about today's activities bring a smile to my face. I know Eric has booked time in the outdoor exercise area, and Miles cannot wait to climb the rock wall with his dad. It's all he's been able to talk about for days now.

When we finally make it to the inspection station, a guard shakes his head after I give him Eric's name.

"No session scheduled today," He says and motions for the next in line to move forward.

"I'm sorry, can you check again?" I ask. Miles looks up at me and back at the guard.

"We're here to see my dad, you know me I come here every weekend," Miles says to the guard.

"I definitely know you Miles, but unfortunately you guys aren't on the visitation list for today, sorry little guy." The guard says and he steps away to help the next family.

"Momma, what's happening?" Miles asks and I gesture for him to follow me.

"I'm not sure what's happening sweetheart, can you just go sit in one of the chairs over there while I go talk to the person at the desk?" I ask. He nods and walks over to the hard plastic chair very close to the admin desk.

I explain my situation to the woman at the desk, and she checks her computer, clicking between many screens and frowning. She picks up a phone and I can hear her asking questions to whoever is on the other side, but it doesn't seem as if she's getting any answers.

"Miss Prior, I'm sorry but all I can tell you is that the visit is showing as a revocation status." She says.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"I cannot answer that, however you can fill out this form and we will send it off." She passes me a clipboard and I fill out all of the fields she has highlighted and pass it back to her within minutes, "Someone will call you," She says as she slides the window closed and walks away with my form.

I am trying my best to hold it together in front of Miles, but inside I am losing it. I text Jack, simply letting him know I can't speak on the phone since Miles is with me, but tell him the current situation and ask if he has any way to get more information as to what may be going on. He texts me back that he will, and Miles and I walk back to the car.

"What happened Momma?" Miles asks once we get closer to the car.

"I don't know, they wouldn't tell me anything." I reply and we both get into the car in an almost state of shock.

My phone vibrates and I check the text alert from Jack.

Jack: It's an administrative hold.

Tris: What does that mean?

Jack: I'm trying to get more information.

Tris: Jack, whatever it is, please just tell me, what do you think?

Jack: This is usually the type of revocation and holding pattern when they move prisoners from facility to facility.

Tris: They're moving him out of Chicago?

Jack: It's quite possible. I have a meeting, but I have my contacts working on it and I will text you as soon as I've heard more. Be strong.

I do everything in my power to school my features and look over at Miles.

"Jack is looking into it." I say carefully and he nods his head.

"Good, Jack will fix whatever it is." He replies with a smile, then opens his reading app on his tablet.

I start the car and focus on the drive home, with my stomach in knots and my heart in my throat. What if last night ruined everything?