Hi guys, do you despise Eric now? There were a lot of mixed emotions going on in the reviews, this means I did well, huh? I loved hearing from every single one of you :) Let me know what you think at the end!

By the way, I had just been able to watch the whole Insurgent movie at last! When I had started writing this story, I had only watched the first movie and seen snippets of Insurgent. Now I have seen that I kind of got some details wrong. Anyway, this is pretty obviously AU, so what :) Enjoy!

I do not own Divergent or any of its characters.

Climbing into the car after Tris, Eric made sure to shove her to the very far end of the row. Max sat down across from them and the rest of the men and women filed into the car as well. While the car started up, Eric absent-mindedly brushed the rest of the blood from his nose with his sleeve.

Max watched him for a moment and then spoke up with a smirk, "How was she?" He leaned forward and gestured to Tris, "How was it like to bang your enemy's girlfriend?" He smirked at his own words, "Was it easy to seduce her or did she put up a fight?"

Eric slowly turned his head towards her, "Well, for a Stiff quite nice." She raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes, "The best part of it was banging Four's girl behind his back, and her liking every single moment of it." Her face fell at his words and he looked away. He cast Max his trademark smirk, "That kind of revenge is delicious."

She wrinkled her nose when Max eyed her like a predator, "I can imagine." He shifted forward in his seat and grinning he placed his hand on her knee, "Before we turn her in - do you mind if I take her for a ride?"

Before he could even think about it, Eric had grabbed Max by the throat and pressed his gun to the other man's head. Max' eyes were wide and the whole vehicle fell silent. He felt all eyes on him and his mind was racing. Eric's glare was deadly and his blood boiled but through the red curtain of sheer anger he felt Tris' leg press against his. "Don't you even think about it," he hissed through gritted teeth and pushed Max violently back into his seat, "I don't share!"

Sitting back he noticed the pressure of Tris' leg against his was gone, she even made a point in shrinking away from him, avoiding his sideway glance.

To everyone's surprise Max chuckled and the atmosphere relaxed somewhat, "Alright, I got it! Never get between Eric and his prey." He cleared his throat, "Anyway, Jeanine will be happy to know that you took care of Four and that you're bringing back Tris to her. We have killed off a lot of Divergents already. They weren't worthy enough. Let's hope Tris is what we are looking for."

Eric eyed the other man, his hands formed into fists in his lap while he nodded. Slowly he turned his head towards Tris who purposefully looked anywhere but at him. After a moment he returned his attention to Max, "I didn't kill him." Max snorted and Eric raised an eyebrow at him, "What's the point in having an archenemy if you kill him off?"

Max laughed humourlessly, "Jeanine will be pissed about that."

He shrugged his shoulders and ground his teeth before he spoke, "I don't care. I could have done so the last couple of days." Leaning back in his seat he crossed his arms over his chest, "But Tris has always been my priority."

Tris spoke up after a few moments of silence, "Four will come and help me, you know." Max as well as Eric turned their heads towards her. Looking Eric straight into his eyes she pressed her lips into a thin line. Max narrowed his eyes at her confident tone and laughed arrogantly.

Eric regarded her and slowly an evil grin curled up his lips, "You know, Stiff, that's kind of the plan," his words were dripping with venom, "Let him come, so I can serve his head up right before Jeanine."

That shut Tris up, she looked away from him and for the rest of the ride they kept silent.

When they made it to Erudite headquarters, everyone filed out of the car and Eric grabbed Tris' arm. He pulled her up and Tris stepped forward to get out of the car, but Eric stopped her unnoticed by anyone. Breathing in his chest rose but his face was completely devoid of any emotion. Tris glared at him but when his nostrils flared, her lips curled up into a faint smile. His features relaxed somewhat and when she nodded her head, an involuntary smile broke out on his face for a split second.

Tris gasped when Eric shoved her out of the car, she almost stumbled if it wasn't for his vice-like grip on her arm. They made their way towards the building with Max next to Eric and again he had a deep scowl on his face, not letting go of Tris' arm.

Max chuckled watching Eric and clapped his shoulder, "It's good to have you back and see that Amity didn't break your spirit." The only acknowledgement Eric gave him was a half-hearted smirk.

As soon as they stepped through the doors of Erudite, Tris' eyes widened when she saw Peter stepping in the way. An arrogant grin plastered over his face he watched them approach. Eric stopped in front of him and scowled at him, but Peter looked at Tris, travelling his eyes up and down her body. He licked his lips and grinned when Tris wrinkled her nose in disgust, "It's so good to see you again. We had finally found out about your hiding place." He turned his attention towards Eric, "You failed on such a large scale, Jeanine didn't appreciate you slacking. Thank goodness Four led us straight to their hideaway on his way back from the factionless sector."

Tris winced when she felt Eric's fingers tighten around her arm, "Congratulations, Peter!" He eyed his black and blue attire, "Seems like you're one of us now."

Peter laughed, "Yeah, since you've been gone for so long, Jeanine appointed me with the task of finding her." He scrutinized him from head to toe, "You know, Amity doesn't suit you. I hope they didn't soften you. You used to be such an outstanding warrior."

Scoffing in exasperation Eric rolled his eyes and smirked, "I'll lock her away and then I can show you just how much I have softened." Not even waiting for an answer from Peter, Eric shoved Tris past him to the elevators. The doors opened and Max and a few guards followed them.

Eric felt her eyes on him but he made a point of not looking at her. Max turned towards Eric, "We will lock her away for a day or two. Jeanine is currently out on business matters. By now she should have already received word that we managed to get Tris." Eric's fingers flexed around her arm and he nodded curtly.

A soft ding announced their arrival at the prison level and Max excused himself, leaving only one of the guards with Eric and Tris.

When they arrived in front of a cell Eric pushed her inside. Stepping inside he grabbed her hands and took off the handcuffs. Regarding her he lingered in front of her.

Her eyes were searching his, "Eric?" she whispered in hope that he'd say something, anything that would assure her he wasn't going to let it happen.

He glanced over his shoulder to see the soldier still standing at the door of the cell in case she would try to escape. He sighed and turned, "Fuck off!" he instructed but the other man hesitated.

Tris exhaled sharply when Eric suddenly pushed her against the wall, his hand on her throat and his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath. "Leave us alone," Eric growled, not taking his eyes of of her and Tris' eyes widened in horror. The other man chuckled and left.

Eric's eyes softened as soon as they were alone and Tris realized to her surprise that he didn't use any violence to hold her in place. Relaxing she even noticed his other hand rubbing her arm to comfort her. He just stared at her, emotions storming through his eyes Tris couldn't place. Her face softened and she looked up at him, not able to say anything. Trembling she raised her hand to cup his cheek and she relaxed eventually when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch with a soft sigh.

Opening his eyes he brushed his hand to the back of her neck drawing her to him. Squeezing her hip he kissed her passionately. And when she kissed him back with equal fervour a soft moan escaped his throat. Breathing heavily they broke apart and Tris saw compassion mixed with desperation in his handsome features.

"I'll get you out of here," he murmured against her lips and latched onto her mouth again. He poured all the feelings he had developed for her into the kiss to ensure that she believed him. He had been too late to prevent her from getting captured by Max and his troops. Now he had to play along, disguise himself as the old Eric. The man he thought he was able to leave behind when he had decided to start a new life.

When he moved to turn away she grabbed his arm to hold him back. He grabbed her by the waist and pressed his forehead to hers. Sighing he whispered, "I promise. I have a plan." He heaved out a sigh, "Four is part of that plan. He'll come." He captured her lips once more before he whispered, "No matter what I say or do, remember that I love you, Tris."

Tris felt tears sting her eyes when he bit his bottom lip. She nodded and tried to say something but before she could he walked away and locked the door. Without looking back he was gone.