AN: It snowed today! That might not be exciting for you, depending on where you live, but it was fun for me, my sisters are hoping for a snow day. I'm just hoping my Serigraphy class gets canceled, fingers crossed.

You guys are awesome! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, it helps keep the creative juices flowing when I know a lot of people like it. Editing. This chapter was edited by the amazing Blackandwhiteangel13, and I also read through it to make sure it made sense.

This chapter focuses more on what happens in the book, where in the movie phase two happens right after capture the flag I have inserted a little leeway, and a couple other things. So if you've only watched hte movie and something seems different, it's because it was in the book.

Enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter Six

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"Reeve!" Christina's voice pulled the girl from her thoughts abruptly.

The night before had been awesome, their team had won capture the flag, and she'd finally been able to get Eric back for all the things that he'd done to her up until then. Shooting him in the chest had been so satisfying she'd smiled in her sleep at the memory, but morning reminded her of future turmoil she'd tried to repress.

"Are you nervous about visiting day?" Her voice persisted still.

"Collin's going to come," Reeve finally let her voice slip out.

They were sitting in the cafeteria, Tris and Christina on either side of the red headed girl who had been more quiet than usual that morning. Even when they'd congratulated her again on a job well done the night before she merely nodded, and let a grim frown form on her face. Although they hadn't been expecting her to grin, and laugh with them a small smirk would have been accepted as normal, but she was silent.

"Naaaah, I don't think he'll show up," Christina tried to reason with her. "Not after you left them so coldly without a second thought," she muttered taking a bite of a muffin. In response to her comment Reeve glared at her darkly.

It wasn't true, that she'd left her family without even thinking of them. It had been years ago that she'd convinced herself Erudite wasn't right for her. Ever since Collin had chosen to stay with his family Reeve had considered staying, if only to protect her siblings from the man that was no longer the one they had grown up with. She'd stare at the dark purple bruise on her arm. Reeve asked herself if she wanted anyone else to go through the same thing she did, and she didn't want them to.

At first she was able to persuade herself that there was no other option than to stay with her family. She couldn't abandon them for a life with parents who didn't care, and an older brother who tormented them. Then Lou left, and Collin was quiet for a little bit until he began to bear down on them all a lot more, he'd lunge at Elaine or grab his younger brother Theo by the back of the shirt. It had been her job to protect them, but those years took their toll on Reeve, and she had the scars to prove it.

After a while she started to get angry. Jumping in to protect her siblings and never fighting back had changed her. Every time Collin struck her and she couldn't say anything back, her voice would be raw the next morning from screaming into her pillow at night. At the time of her choosing ceremony she had been worried that her aptitude test would say Erudite, that she would listen, and stay where she was. Only to finally snap, and throw her older brother down the stairs, or knock him unconscious, because even though she had been weak, her temper had been strong.

Leaving Erudite had been the hardest thing she'd ever done, and at the same time the easiest.

"I left because I was getting stretched too thin, if I had stayed in that house one more week with him," when she spoke again her voice was low. Reeve's mismatched eyes hardened until they resembled the same expression that the girl had been making when they first met on the train, determined and angry. "I would've snapped," her cold voice made the other girls glance at each other warily.

"Did you kill someone?" Al laughed, catching the end of the conversation. He could sense the tension between the three of them, and was only trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"You can always punch him in the face if he shows up," Tris murmured with a small grin. Christina gaped over at her friend, first she had been the one to capture the flag, and now she was suggesting harming someone else.

"Whatever happened to you on that Ferris wheel, I like it," she laughed, pushing against Reeve in order to push Tris. The long haired girl shoved back, jostling Reeve in between them who offered a disgruntled frown that they chose to laugh at.

"But seriously," Will interjected, sitting down next to Al in front of them. "If we're talking about your brother," he faltered, until Tris nodded tentatively. "Just hit him in the throat," his comment made everyone, but Reeve, laugh. As far as fighting went for their red headed friend hitting people in the neck was her signature move, and although she did like to hear them choke, she wasn't going to admit that to anyone. "You know you've always wanted to," he grinned, before taking a bite of food.

"You're not wrong," Reeve mumbled.

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"Tris and Molly, how about a rematch," Eric almost sneered as he said their names.

It was the last day of fighting before visiting day, and the start of phase two, mental training. No one was saying it, but they were all a bit relieved that they wouldn't be training to beat each other to death anymore. Although, Reeve's mind was a bit preoccupied with what the next day would bring she didn't fail to miss the dark expression Eric was sending her way. It made her smirk to see him so bitter and upset, probably about the night before, it reminded her that she had been successful in shooting the man. Although, there was a small part of her mind that told her to be careful, to stay away from him today. After all he had been about to threaten her before she'd completely ignored his words, and pulled the trigger.

"Technically you've already beat her," Christina muttered, as Tris passed by them on the way to the ring. The long haired girl looked ready, her eyes set in a hard stare as Molly walked up the other side. Reeve had a feeling they weren't going to be at the infirmary for their friend later, the thought made her smile softly.

"Who do you think going's to win?" Mal's voice said from behind. She glanced at him when he stopped next to her.

"Tris," she murmured to the doctor. He nodded thoughtfully in response before their conversation caught the attention of Four, who was standing a few feet away. Somehow Reeve had a feeling that the young man had some hidden feelings for Tris, even if the hints were subtle she could tell he cared for the girl.

"Why do you say that?" He asked, stopping on the other side of Reeve. On either side of her were two men who were much taller than she was, making her frown at the memory of her sister who was two years younger than her, but already taller. A silly memory that gave her a soft expression, as her mind went back to the conversation at present.

"Her eyes," she commented, making the two men glance at her friend's cold gaze. "She's not about to lose," her voice was stern.

"What does that say about you?" Mal questioned, glancing down at the red haired girl. Her grey, and green eyes looked up at him curiously, uncertain of what he was trying to get at. "You always have that look in your eyes," he chuckled. Reeve turned an icy, and irritated glare at the medic next to her, before throwing her body into his in order to throw him off balance. Four grinned next to her, while the Dauntless doctor only seemed to laugh harder.

"It says I'm not going to take any of your crap," she replied coldly.

"You do always seem to wear that expression," Four commented, making Mal nod at him in approval.

In between them Reeve crossed her arms bitterly, growling unkind words under her breath before turning her attention towards the fight that just started in front of them. Despite feeling worried for the next day, her mood had changed for the better after Mal showed up to mess with her, for some reason he seemed to like it. Sometimes the act reminded her of how Eric liked to pick on her, but this was different, and very similar to how her siblings had often made jabs at each other while they were growing up. They aimed to get the other person angry just for fun, if only to get an upset scream out of the person, and Collin had always been the easiest target. Whatever had been his aim Mal had successfully cheered her up, and if anything she was looking forward to possibly seeing Elaine tomorrow.

In front of them Eric was furious, not only was Reeve ignoring him completely, it seemed she was perfectly okay with Malachi, and Four surrounding her like dogs drawn to a slab of meat. She looked comfortable between them, as if this was a common thing that happened between them, he even saw her smile a few times. The only time Eric had ever seen the girl make that sort of expression was when she was smirking at him, getting ready to kick him in the crotch, or shoot him in the chest. He'd never been able to elicit such a soft smile, and quite frankly couldn't even imagine how to go about getting one of his own from her.

He hated her right now. To make him feel so worthless and inadequate compared to the two men across the ring from him. He was the Dauntless leader. Surely a medic, and a wimpy initiate trainer held no standing against him, and yet the one person who had taken his interest seemed adamant on provoking him. Reeve even went as far as shoving the doctor next to her playfully, something Eric had never even imagined she would do with him. Although, after seeing the way Malachi seemed to light up at the contact Eric wished he was the one by her side, instead of the gangly man currently there.

His own thoughts stopped him short, and his expression turned even darker towards Reeve. Never had he been one to wish something like that would happen for him. Usually, if he wanted anything he would go get it. Even if he had to pry it away from someone else, he was sure to rip it from their hands. Here he was wishing, he never wished. A wish meant that it might not happen; in fact wishes were more of an imaginary thing that people would mutter under their breath knowing it probably wouldn't come true.

Originally, he'd planned to make the top fighters in the class go up against him, which would include Reeve, to show them that just because they may be ranked top in their class they still had a long way to go. He was going to save the red headed girl for last, and then take his time beating her down. Touching her as much as possible in the process, if only to see a bit of crimson flash across her cheeks, to see her grit her teeth angrily, and the uncertain glint of awkwardness flash in her eyes had been something he was anticipating. After seeing two men on either side of his Reeve, such plans were blown precariously out the door.

The only thoughts rushing through his mind now were the ones screaming to finish the day quickly so he could get her alone, it didn't matter where, as long as she was by herself. If she was alone he would be able to take her down, and manipulate her with his hands, maybe this time when he touched her neck she would gasp. Even the image of Reeve shaking beneath his fingertips wasn't enough to satisfy Eric, he was too anxious, too bitter about the scene in front of him. Taking back what he originally thought about the girl speaking to others, if she was going to react like she just did, he was against it.

Letting a bitter frown carve into his features, Eric focused on the fight in front of him, doing his best to ignore the thoughts raging around in his head.

Across from the young Dauntless leader Reeve glanced over at the man just in time to catch his deep frown, noticing the way his gaze would sometimes flit in her direction. Reminding her of the threat he had begun to spit at her the night before, she hadn't let him finish, and gave it no further thought. Except now, she was staring at how angry he was, Reeve became a little uneasy. The only time Tris had spoken against him Eric punished her by having the girl fight Peter. It had caused her to be unconscious for about a day, and a half.

What did that mean for her?

It meant that she was going to stay as far away from him as she could manage. There was the option of hanging out with her friends for the rest of the day, and even at night, but Reeve had never been one to hang around people even if they were her friends. Or perhaps she could loiter around Mal, and hope to find something to occupy her time, as long as she didn't see Eric she should be fine, right?

It wasn't really a surprise, but Tris won, Four left Reeve's side to stop Tris from completely beating her opponent to death, and Mal moved to help Molly to the medical bay. Although, she didn't like the girl all that much Reeve wasn't about to leave herself open for confrontation from a certain someone, so she decided to help. A burning gaze watched her step forward to dab at the blood that trickled out of the injured initiates mouth, Molly was a little shocked to see her step up at all.

"I thought you didn't like people," hazel eyes chuckled at her.

"Oh stuff it," she growled, glancing back at Eric for a second. He was glaring at her darkly, and although Reeve didn't react to his hard expression she had to fight against the urge to smirk at him as she walked away. Certainly an act like that would do nothing, but rile him up even more; in turn making her life at Dauntless more difficult than it had to be.

After tending to Molly they came back to help Myra who had fought against Drew, she was out of it with a bit of blood trickling down the side of her face. Without too much thought, Reeve took off her jacket, and used it as a makeshift bandage. It was something she would do at home if anyone ever hurt themselves. It was just clothing, things that didn't matter in the long run if the deciding factor had to do with someone's health. What she didn't notice as they were walking back to the infirmary was the small amount of gazes on her skin as she was leaving, as the tan top did little to hide the thin lines of a tattoo peeking from underneath.

Mostly it was Will, and Peter who were wondering what the rest of the tattoo looked like, and if they would ever get to find out; Eric had noticed something different. There was something about the tattoo's that she had gotten that bugged him, so far he had seen three tree rings. One of her right forearm, one on her left ankle, which he had seen the night before during capture the flag, and now there was one on her back. If he knew the red haired girl at all he was certain that nothing she did was random, there was something about where the ink was placed that made him wonder.

It also made him think about something else, the way her pale skin contrasted so starkly against the black lines of the tree ring was almost sensual for him. It made him think about the clear skin of her neck, untainted, and smooth. There was a new urge within him that needing squashing down; though perhaps, the only way to rid himself of it was to complete it. He would need Reeve for that.

After lunch, and more training, Eric announced that they were done for the day, and not to forget that visiting day was tomorrow. Christina pulled Reeve over to the ranking board to see where they were at, Tris was more than proud to see her name above the red area, mostly due to her performance in capture the flag. Reeve was next to Will, near the top of the rankings, while Al, and Christina were somewhere in the middle.

Thankfully, Christina was taking the lead, and proceeded to pull all her friends towards the cafeteria for dinner. Usually, they would eat, then wander around for a couple hours before going back to their shared living quarters to pass out, tired from a long day of training; but today had been the last day of phase one. Al and Will, didn't hesitate to cheer, and grin at everyone as they all nestled into a steady thrum of chatter, telling stories about how wary they had been, and who they still wanted to beat up. Mostly it was Christina, and the boys talking at each other, occasionally Tris would make a comment or two, but Reeve just didn't care for menial talk.

They'd only passed the first round, there was still another phase to get through, and already they were celebrating. Perhaps it did feel good to get past part one. Did they really need to shout about it though? Really, it came down to how much Reeve enjoyed the company of other people in comparison to just one person who was able to hold a decent conversation with her. In which case, she could only think of a couple people in Dauntless, whom she had met anyway, who had held her interest for longer than they were in front of her.

Mal and Four. Although, Four was a tentative conversation partner, because he'd only just decided that the red haired girl was worth his time, Reeve had responded in kind.

She found it rather boring, to sit next to people who were obviously excited to have passed, but still feel so nonchalant.

Instead of listening to her friends drabble on, and on, about how they should throw Peter off into the gorge she snuck away from them in favor of going towards the medical ward. When she was with Mal he would sometimes let her take care of the next wounded person that came in, if only to make fun of her for doing something wrong. He excelled at making her angry, but it was more fun than what her colleagues deemed a good waste of time.

She hadn't seen Eric since they had left the training room, which was either a good thing or a bad thing. With the young Dauntless leader it seemed anything that had to do with him was a bad thing, the fact that she was even wondering where he was at the moment couldn't be anything good.

Pushing the man from her thoughts Reeve entered the infirmary quickly, half expecting to see Mal lounging in one of the beds trying to catch some extra sleep. He often said that most of the time the cots in the medical ward were more comfortable than the ones they issued new members of Dauntless, he claimed his was awful. Instead of being greeted by the usual hazel eyed trickster that was Mal, all Reeve could find was a note with almost cryptic handwriting that she assumed read, be back in ten.

The least she could do while she was here was check on Myra, they'd put her in one of the back rooms that morning, because the beds in the front were occupied by a handful of random initiates who had been injured the night before. Apparently, some people got really into capture the flag, and beat the other team a little more than needed. Reeve didn't have anything against Myra, even when they had lived in Erudite the girl had never be mean to her, it just so happened she was friends with a bunch of butt heads. Imaginably, if they had met before Collin had gotten bad there would have been a bit of benevolence between them, but they hadn't.

Her room was empty, which meant that she was well enough to get out of bed, or one of her friends had come to help her get up. Either way, it meant that she again had nothing to do until Mal decided to come back. She didn't think about it at first, but somehow it was strange that there was absolutely nobody in the med bay at all, almost always there was at least one person passed out in a random bed.

Reeve hadn't even heard anyone moving behind her, before she felt someone shove her into the room forcefully. Hearing the door slam shut she turned around with a growl to see Eric smirking down at her triumphantly, his eyes hard and angry as he stared at her form in front of him.

"You should have stayed with your friends in the dining hall," his voice was low, and husky.

"What do you want?" She questioned, turning to walk away from him towards the other side of the small room. It was just big enough to have a bed, a shelf with bandages, and a chair in it, Reeve chose to sit in the chair, and stare up at the man defiantly.

"Just a rematch," he said, letting his eyebrows rise in fake innocence. "Last night was hardly fair; if Four hadn't shot me I would've won," he muttered. It sounded like he was trying to reason with her, but Reeve had already tired of the conversation.

"Are you sure about that?" She let a smirk play on her lips. Eric froze for a second in front of her before taking a few threatening steps towards her. "Of course you would have won, you're twice my size, although you are a little slow," she murmured. Even though she had done her best to avoid the man he had caught her, and since there didn't seem to be any room for an escape the least she could do was mess with him a little bit. "Perhaps, it's your hobby to beat up the weak," she stood up slowly, as Eric began to walk towards her again. The way they were dancing around each other with their words reminded Reeve of all the times she messed with Collin, save he was much easier to anger than Eric.

"Weak," he grinned at the word. "That would be true if we were talking about Christina," he stopped, a step away from her with a sneer on his face. "I'll give you a chance," he said, making Reeve look at him curiously. "If you can open the door I'll let you go," he sounded playful.

Without a second thought Reeve lurched towards the wall next to them, and pushed off of it quickly, giving herself quite a bit of momentum that caught Eric by surprise for a second before he recovered. He'd been expecting her to go for the throat, but instead he dodged just in time for her to miss his shoulder while he tried to knock her off balance. Much to Reeve's frustration Eric was very good at blocking every punch she threw at him, and yet he wasn't throwing any of his own. If he wasn't going to fight back, then why was he even here in the first place?

For a moment, it seemed as though he finally had a hold on her wild form, he'd wrapped his arm around her neck, and drew her backwards until his chest met her shoulder blades. Thinking he had the victory already Eric moved to whisper something in her ear, before teeth dug into his forearm viciously. Grunting in pain, he threw Reeve away from him, taking a glance at her mouth as she grit her teeth together anxiously, she'd not hesitated to use everything in her arsenal against him. The act made him smirk all the more, as they stared each other down before moving towards one another once again.

Finally, it seemed like one of her kicks was going to hit its target on his ribs, but he grabbed it at the last second, and pushed her backwards until she hit the wall. He was upon her at once, grabbing her thin wrists, and pinning them to the wall easily while she struggled against him ferociously.

"Did you call me slow?" He mocked. She snarled, dangerously, and didn't fail to notice that right behind him was the foot of the bed. If she could force him to take a step back, even if it was a small one he would lose his balance, and there would be enough time to make it to the door. What she could do right now was give Eric what he wanted, for her to give up, and let him do whatever he wanted until she could strike.

"What if I did?" She questioned, in a breathy voice.

Eric had to stop himself short; the tone that her voice had taken made something within him stir anxiously. He'd watched all of her fights during training, waiting for something about her indifferent demeanor to slip, and fall away. When it had happened the change had been subtle, a small difference that twisted the curve of her lips in a strange direction, but it had been enough to sate his curiosity. Now as he looked down at the girl in front of him, he got to hear the soft sound of her voice and how it washed up to his ears something changed.

It was the feeling of how everything after this moment, that had been sufficient before, would no longer be good enough to satisfy him. It was surprising to him, the strength that Reeve had shown him in her struggle to get away, the ferociousness that made her bite him to get away. There were teeth marks in his skin. That had given him a moment of pain, but he couldn't help but think of how her lips had been on his skin, someone so unwilling to touch other people had lashed back against him so strangely. It reminded him of a wild animal, doing anything within its power to get away, but the girl in front of him no longer looked so rabid.

"You bit me," his voice was raspy. The way Reeve responded to such a comment made him shiver, her tongue flitted out to lick her lips quickly, as if to get rid the taste of his flesh on her taste buds.

"You taste bad," she muttered, letting a disgusted expression twist the side of her mouth. He chuckled at her answer, and liked the way her face had changed as a reply to his voice; did he have to let her go at some point?

He tried to think of something else to say that would make her lips quirk towards another angle, but there was nothing that came to mind. Instead he moved one of her wrists to the other hand, and reached towards her, aiming to run his hand up near her ribcage. That was when she jerked forward, and he moved away just as quickly, her goal had been to head butt him, but he'd moved away just in time. Still the back of his legs caught the bed behind him, and he went toppling down, while on the floor he grinned at how unexpected it had been. Even pinned down in his grip Reeve did not cease to amaze him.

Immediately, she moved towards the exit, and he launched forwards to follow. She'd just gotten her fingers on the handle when he crushed her against the door with his body, trapping her hands in front of her body. Eric hissed sharply into her ear as she writhed against him venomously.

"I was not expecting that," his voice rumbled against her. Reeve gasped softly at the sudden contact made, she could feel his heart thudding against her back, and the hardness of his chest on her shoulders. His hot breath ignited against her exposed skin, and she couldn't help the red fire that blazed across her cheeks, Eric only saw the way the tips of her ears turned crimson. Wanting to get more out of Reeve he leaned down into the smooth skin of her neck, the faintest touch of his chin on the nape of her shoulder made her freeze. He stayed in that position for a few seconds before moving up towards her earlobe, his eyes were trained on her expression, but all he could see was the vacant look in her eyes. As if what he was doing was something she was used to, and could easily ignore, but he knew better than that.

For a second his eyes strayed down the pale flesh of her neck before he let his mouth close around the spot he had chosen to mark. Beneath him Reeve made a small sound of protest, something that sounded foreign to Eric, but stirred him on all the more as he bit down on her sensitive skin. Making sure that when he was done there would be something to be seen, and to show others not to mess with Reeve because she belonged to someone else.

Reeve didn't know what to do, always she had an answer for things, ignore it, fight it, laugh at it, do something, anything. At the moment there was nothing going through her mind except the feeling of the man behind her, the sensation of his wet tongue on her skin made her blood heat up at an alarming rate. There was nowhere to go, no room to hide in away from him, she was trapped against him, and couldn't help but feel his teeth nipping, and grazing against her skin.

Something like this had never happened to Reeve before, in Erudite people didn't generally want to talk to her or ask her if they could be friends. Her family was really the only people she had ever gotten close to. Even then she only really liked her younger siblings, Lou, and maybe the occasional teacher at school. Otherwise, it didn't matter to her, companionship didn't really seem to be necessary, but being in Dauntless had changed that, here there were people that challenged her old lifestyle. The only thing was that she wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing. Or a bad thing at the moment.

He bit her roughly again, drawing Reeve from her thoughts with a small whimper that she muffled almost right away, finally Eric pulled away from her after what felt like years. The place where his mouth had been felt cold, saliva glistened on her skin, and even though he had done relatively nothing to her Reeve felt like she had been ravished.

She was a small fox trying to get away, and Ha was an eagle who had seen the perfect moment to dive down for a kill.

"If you bite me, I'll bite back," he rasped, making Reeve jump slightly at the tone. His voice sounded low, urgent, as if he couldn't wait for something to happen next.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around the front of her form, and pulled her backwards with him slowly until they had moved enough for him to pull the door open. In a last ditch effort of defiance Reeve twisted in his grip, and pulled out of his hold on her. Growling softly she launched herself through the door, and out of his sight. Eric chuckled into the sudden emptiness around him; the tingle of his lips was a satisfying feeling after seeing the redness of where he'd latched onto her neck.

That small bit of skin that had been so inviting to him, so open for someone to mark up with bites, and bruises, had been tainted.

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That night Reeve couldn't sleep, she'd bypassed all her friends, even Mal, who had run into her when she had been fleeing away from the medical bay. Her hand kept traveling up to her neck whenever she thought about what Eric had done to her not three hours sooner. It made her body heat up to think about the way his lips, and tongue had felt on her skin. Even in the dark, wrapped in her blankets, Reeve could feel her face flare up.

When she woke the next morning Reeve was groggy, after tossing, and turning in rage, and embarrassment for hours she'd finally gotten to sleep, the dreadful leader plagued her dreams. It was still early when she walked into the clothing store, hoping to find something that would cover the spot on her neck that Eric had tainted with his touch. The only other person in the vicinity was the woman with long blonde hair folding shirts near the front door; she greeted Reeve briefly with what looked like a tired expression on her face.

In the back there was a small shelf with six different solid colored bandanas, red, green, blue, black, pink, and brown. Almost immediately, she reached for the black one only to be stopped when the store clerk came over with a dark brown long sleeved cardigan that was lined on the inside with a silky dark blue fabric.

"I think this would look awesome on you," she said holding it up for the redhead to see. "Oh, wow," she stopped short upon seeing Reeve's mismatched gaze. "I was going to say to pick the green one to match your eyes, but there's only one green one isn't there?" She laughed good naturedly.

"Maybe the blue then?" Reeve questioned, taking the cardigan between her fingers. "To go with the blue inside," she said, reaching towards the piece of cloth. All of the colored clothing around them was on the darker side, like all clothing in Dauntless it would be easy to hide in the dark.

"Oh, that would look nice," she muttered, as Reeve slipped the sleeves over her arms. "Let's see," she murmured, while the initiate in front of her tied the cloth around her neck. "Here," she motioned over towards a body length mirror resting on the wall.

The bandana did its intended purpose, and hid the mark on her neck while the dark brown cardigan fit snugly on her form warming her arms nicely. There were even pockets that she could drop her hands into, she'd never been one that liked shopping or even going to get new things, but it felt good. It was less constricting than her training jacket, and still felt like decent protection against the cold draft in the room.

"With that gaze, you're sure to catch someone's eye," she flipped her long hair away from her face, showing off her long locks.

"Oh, I hope not," Reeve responded, a little sarcastically. It made the woman smile, and Reeve thought it ironic, but did not mention that much her to prolonged dismay she had already caught someone's attention.

Everything after getting her clothing seemed to blur together until she was looking down at the pit that was teeming with people wearing different colored clothing from all of the other factions. Christina, and Will went in front of her before Reeve started walking towards the small section of people clothed in blue. She immediately recognized Elaine who was running towards her with a smile on her face, her eyes scanned the crowd for anyone else who looked familiar before her eyes stalled on the familiar features of her brother. He had the same stiff shoulders that pulled back strictly whenever he was talking to someone, the same sharp angle of his nose, and wild curliness of his hair. He was chatting with what appeared to be Edwards parents, as the other initiate came up to greet his family.

"He wouldn't let anyone else come," Elaine's voice found her ears as she enveloped the girl into her arms. "Mom and dad were too busy," she muttered, glancing around at everything curiously. "I barely recognized you with this haircut, I always knew you would look better with short hair," she mused, with a grin on her face.

"Me too," Reeve returned the expression. Her stare turned back towards where Collin was still wrapped up in his conversation before she turned away, and took Elaine's hand in her own. "Let's talk somewhere else," she spoke softly to her sister. They'd almost made it around the corner when the man she hated more than anything called out to her.

"Are you really going to run away without greeting your brother?" He shouted after her. Reeve's soft expression turned dark, and cold as she turned to look at her older sibling. "Don't you think that would be a little cruel Samantha?" He questioned, with a dangerous smirk on his face.

"That's not my name anymore," her voice was icy. "And I won't answer to it," instinctively, she pushed Elaine behind her when he stopped a few feet in front of her. At first the other visitors had stopped to see who Samantha was, but seeing it was Reeve they turned back to their own conversations.

"What did you change it to?" Elaine asked, sheepishly from behind her.

"Reeve," she muttered, as if it was common knowledge.

"I like i-," Collin cut the younger girl off.

"Was something wrong with your old one?" He asked letting his eyes darken towards her.

"Yeah," her voice earned a more playful tone. "You ruined it," she offered him a cold stare. After what she had been through during Dauntless training she was no longer afraid of what would happen to her. She could handle it. His expression fell at her words, and his hand shot out to grip her upper arm tightly, it was a familiar feeling that she had not missed the past few weeks away from home.

"Watch how you speak to me," he whispered, so the others around him could hear nothing of their conversation.

"Not here," Elaine hissed bitterly.

"You're right," he tightened his grip on her. "Let's go talk somewhere else."

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AN: So? What did you think? Do you like the Reeve and Eric development? I must have spent at least two days trying to figure out how he finally cornered her, 48 hours of staring off into space and ignoring my teachers.

You also met Collin finally, he's such a butt face.

Don't forget to review and tell me what you thought of the chapter.

Thanks for reading.