Eighteen Factionless, all armed, surround three more Factionless all with guns held to the heads of their hostages. An Erudite couple about my parents age both dressed in neat, tailored, navy blue outfits. The other hostage we were told was Candor but we were not prepared to find Jack Kang among those being held. There's a crowd of people gathered around the group of Factionless.

The Factionless appear to be waiting for us to arrive because when we do they all shift in a little tighter and raise their weapons. Before we could be seen Eric deployed some of our best guards, including Peter, into the surrounding buildings with instructions to take out anyone they could as soon as the risk to civilians was mitigated. I stayed with Eric and the rest of our soldiers. There are twenty of us that form a wall between the Factionless and the crowd that has gathered. Two of our guards tell the onlookers to go find shelter in the surrounding buildings and when the street around us is clear Eric stands infront of all of us.

He is pulled up to his full height with his hands clasped behind his back. If we weren't in the middle of an emergency situation I would be mesmerized by how powerful and sexy he looks. Eric faces the man who appears to be the leader of this particular group, "obviously there's something you need. Why don't we start with why your men are currently holding a gun to Erudite's top two research scientists and the leader of our judicial faction."

The man who steps forward to answer Eric is dressed in an Amity yellow t-shirt with Dauntless pants and boots, his hair is cut shorter than Eric's and it is much darker. When he speaks it's obvious he originated in Abnegation or has spent significant time with someone who has, "we were wondering when you Hellions would arrive. You and your pretty little bitch," he gestures towards me, "didn't have an problem killing a faction leader when she pissed you off. Why should we?

"Tris and I perfomed a planned, and approved, execution of a corrupt woman who used her power to manipulate others into doing her bidding and attempted to murder hundreds of our city's citizens." Eric says not breaking his calm façade. "Talk to me about what crimes you believe Candor's leader has commited and if we're in agreement that he deserves the ultimate punishment we will assist you in carrying it out."

Jack and the Erudites look disgusted at Eric's words and I try to make eye contact with Jack to convey in some nonverbal way that we're just placating them to buy time for our snipers to get into place.

The Factionless leader looks around at his group and then back to Eric. He never lowers his weapon as he steps closer and I draw my gun aiming at him. "Don't move any closer until you lower your weapon," I instruct him. Eric still hasn't broken his stance. He turns to me and offers a subtle nod of appreciation. The Factionless man hesitates before lowering the arm holding the gun. I let mine fall a fraction but I won't be holstering it any time soon.

"The loud-mouths are using a serum these two created to torture Factionless," the leader says.

"How?" Eric asks keeping his eyes on the dark haired man addressing him.

"They inject them, and then ask them all kinds of questions, if you don't tell the truth it causes pain," obviously he wasn't a part of the faction system for too long, if at all, since he doesn't recognize the truth serum used in Candor trials.

Just as Eric is about to answer Four's voice, low and controlled, comes through the earpiece hidden beneath my hair. "Your snipers are in place, let me know when I can give them the signal to take their shots," Eric is wearing a similar device pressed deep into his ear. He never skips a beat in what he's sayng to the Factionless as he gives the signal that I'm clear to give the order when ready with the hand hidden behind his back.

Four's voice is in my ear again this time more urgent, "Tris there's four of them in the buildig to your right all of them have guns aimed rght at you and Eric. Looks like you two may be the targets not Jack." I keep my eyes forward gun still relaxed before me and I watch Eric for any indication of what to do.

He holds an open palm to tell me to wait. "While I can understand how shaken your people must be having never been exposed to the truth serum before I assure you it is an approved instrument in our judicial procedings. There is no crime on Jack's part and the two Erudite you're holding have perfected the serum to ensure that it's effects are isolated and focused to mimimize any unnessary suffering. Your request for the execution of a leader is denied." Eric's voice is cool and calculated he gives me the signal to give the order when everyone is in place.

"Tris the four in the building are moving, and it looks like they're coming for you first." Four says. I hear the urgency in his voice and Eric must too because he's suddenly moving towards me. The Factionless in front of us throw Jack and the scientists to the ground and they all converge on Eric and I. I hear gunshots from high above us and the Factionless start to fall.

The Dauntless soldiers with Eric and I all draw their weapons and start to take out the people who lured us into a trap. I duck through the onslaught to check on the Candor Leader and his companions. They are all shaken but uninjured and two soldiers in black cover me as I usher them into the Candor building behind us. Once they are inside and I assure Jack that we were never going to agree to their execution I head back outside.

I look around and we appear to be winning but I don't see Eric anywhere. I activate my earpiece and call his name several times with no response. Finally I yell, "Four, I don't see Eric and he's not responding! Where is he?"

"He followed their leader south down La Salle, towards the bridge," Four responds. "Behind you!"

His warning comes a second too late and before I can react there's a large man wrapping his hands around my throat from behind.

I can hear Four talking to the other soldiers in my earpiece, giving them my location.

I relax and let the rebel pull me back towards him a few inches before I jerk my head back forcefully. I'm rewarded by the crunch of his nose and his pained scream. He lets go of my throat but before I can move away he tackles me to the ground he has me pinned with his body weight and he's restraining my wrists.

His fingers are cutting off circulation to my hands and the heels of his hands wrest in the sensetive fleshy space between the bones of my forearm. The stench of him turns my stomach and I try again to hit him with my forehead. He jerks my arms up further and holds both wrists with one hand and his fist quickly connects with my face. I'm struggling furiously against this man who is twice my size but I'm having no luck. He tightens his legs and I feel the pressure on my ribs.

Nothing Eric taught me is helping as the adrenaline begins to kick in and make me dizzy. The man on top of me looks please with himself and he says, "Evelyn will be so happy to see your body among the dead."

Before I can even begin to process that he's just made no sense the loud crack of a gunshot just to my right breaks my daze. The weight on my arms disappears and at the same time the warm wet spray of his blood covers my face and neck. "Thank you, whoever that was."

"Anytime Tris!" Zeke.

"Tris are you alright?" Four asks in my ear.

I stand up and attempt to wipe the blood from my eyes, "Fine, where's Eric?"

"Tris your throat," Four protests.

"I said I'm fine Four! They are leading Eric into Factionless, how far did they get?" I ask taking off in the direction Four gave me.

"Tris take someone else don't go alone. If you don't Find Eric you're a sitting duck." Four snaps at me.

I hear Peter's voice in my ear a moment later, "I'm right behind her. Damn Stiff you look good from this angle."

"Shut up you idiot," Four and I both say.

"Just keep going I'll catch up," Peter tells me.

"How far Four?"

"Eric just crossed out of the last camera's range so a block north of the bridge. "

"Why isn't he communicating back?" I ask as I run.

"He's too far away from you, he insisted your device be the transmitter. He didn't want me to lose you under any circumstance." Four informs me as I push my legs harder.

"Peter you better pick up the pace if you intend to be of any help," I snap. "Four deploy a vehicle unit."

"Done, Eric is stopped just before the bridge. I just picked him up on one of the water transport cameras. It looks like he just realized where they were leading him. He should be in range any minute you're not far off." Four tells me.

"Eric!" I hiss trying to not to yell and call attention to Peter and I.

What I hear in my ear makes me so relieved I could cry, "what the fuck Stiff, took you long enough to get here. Four do you have visual on Factionless?" I keep running until I clear a tall crumbling building and I can see the bridge and Eric's large form ducking behind a building.

"No," Four says. "They disabled the camera again. I'm completely blind except for the GPS on your headsets."

"Do the others have the situation under control in Candor?" I ask stopping to wait for Peter to catch up.

"Four in custody, Seventeen dead, the one Eric chased down and three more unaccounted for. You three are the situation now, and like I said before, I think that was their plan all along." For tells us as Peter finally approaches me.

I've got Eric in sight and I am just about to start walking towards him when Peter grabs my arm and points to three Factionless men, all around Eric's size and armed, approaching him from behind.

I whisper into my headset, "Eric you've got three coming up on you from behind on the right. Don't move." I reach into my belt and pull three sharp throwing knives handing one to Peter. Peter and I throw the first two knives and they both hit their mark. Two large men fall the the ground hands over their throats. I throw my second knife an instant too late and it misses it's mark and ends up buried in the wall of another building. My intended target is aware we're here now and has picked up his pace towards Eric. This time I yell into the headset, "We missed one, move now!"

Eric spins just in time to catch his assailant with an elbow to the face but it's not enough to take him down. I draw my gun and run full out towards Eric, "Four please tell me the back up you sent is close?"

"About two minutes out do not leave the bridge." He tells me.

I aim for the man currently wrestling with Eric but I can't get a clean shot. I stay just out of earshot in hopes that being an extra set of eyes and a voice in his ear I can get Eric out of this alive. I keep my weapon trained on the Factionless man who is currently hitting Eric repeatedly in the stomach. I watch them move until I'm sure that if Eric just ducked to his left I could take out the other man. "Eric duck left on three, one, two, three," Eric ducks to the left and his sudden movement startles the man on top of him. I pull the trigger and the shot goes exactly where I intended. The man falls onto Eric lifeless and bleeding and Peter begins to run towards them.

I follow close behind and I reach Eric as he climbs out from beneath the body. "Are you alright?" I breathe out looking him over.

"I'm fine, nice shot," He compliments pushing the hair out of my face and looking me over, "did you have any trouble in Candor before you came after me?"

"I'm fine no trouble," I tell him. "What about you?" I look over him and there's a cut over his eyebrow and his lip is bleeding but otherwise he looks alright.

"Nothing serious, Is any of this yours?" He gestures to the blood covering my face and clothes.

"Not much," Eric rolls his eyes at me and then I see them focus in on my neck where I'm sure a bruise is forming.

A truck full of Dauntless arrives just in time to save me from Eric's questioning and we set out in groups of three to sweep the area for any remaining Factionless Rebels.

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As it turns out more than a little of that blood was mine. When that idiot took me down he did so into a pile of broken glass that needed to be removed and the wounds checked to make sure I didn't need stitches. I'm in the infirmary waiting patiently to be discharged when my communication device signals a message.

CoulterE: No trouble at all? I just saw the video, you almost died.

PriorT: If that's the case so did you. That's what we signed up for Eric.

CoulterE: Where are you?

PriorT: Will just finished my exam, no stitches. I'm leaving the infirmary in a few minutes.

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When I finally climb under the hot spray of a shower I'm overcome by the events of the day as I watch a strangers blood rinse over my skin then down the drain. I scrub at my exposed skin until it's raw and red. The bruising at my wrists is disturbing to say the least.

When I step out of the shower I look over my body in the mirror. My back is bruised from the take down, there is a large bruise at my ribs where the large man's legs squeezed tight to hold me in place, my cheek is cut where his fist made contact, the srapes from the glass run the back of my shoulders and arms , but the most disturbing of my injuries is the large multi-colored brusing that surrounds my neck. It is darker at the sides and I can tell just from looking at it that it won't be fading anytime soon.

I pull on a soft pair of shorts and I find Eric's hoodie at the back of my closet. As it slides over my head I breathe him in. I've done this many nights since the day he gave in to me. It's become an unhealthy obsession but despite the ache in my stomach when I think of what I heard last night his scent is comforting and soothing. I'm just about to settle into bed when there is a loud banging at my door.

The banging continues until I swing the door open and Eric is standing at my door his arm raised to continue his violent assault on my door. "Eric it's been a really long day. I'm too tired to fight tonight," I hold onto the door and look up into his eyes.

He is looking me over franticlly until he notices what I'm wearing. His lips curl into a familiar smirk and he pushes his way in through the door. "I just came to make sure you weren't lying about the extent of your injuries. You look far from fine." Eric runs a finger along the cut on my cheek.

"It's just a scrape," I say batting his hand away.

"This shirt looks awfully familiar," he tugs at the strings around my neck.

I feel the embarassment color my face but I'm determined to hide it. "I just found it in the back of my closet, I must have forgotten to return it."

"Tris, did you know that when you lie your eyes turn down?" He asks stepping closer.

I make eye contact and I am instantly lost in the deep grey staring back at me. "Did you want it back?"

"No but I want it off you now," he says. Erics hands, warm and rough, slide under the hem of his shirt and lift it just slightly. I hesitate for a moment worrying my lip with my teeth. "I want to see the rest of your injuries Tris." He pushes more forcefully upwards and this time I let him push the heavy cotton up and over my head.

The white tank top I have on doesn't cover much but Eric doesn't seem to be interested in what's beneath it anyway. His eyes find the bruisng at my neck and he runs his fingers over them more gently than I ever though him capable. Two fingers lift my chin as he examines the rest of the damage done. "Anywhere else?"

I nod weakly and turn my back to him. I hear a sharp intake of breath and then an angry growl. "What went wrong? I've had you in that choke hold dozens of times."

"I honestly don't know. I hit him hard enough to break his nose, it actually made me dizzy, but it barely phased him. Before I could get my head straight he was on top of me and he was so heavy." As I'm talking to Eric I feel his fingers slide under the straps of my shirt. He pushes them down my arms avoiding the small cuts littering my skin. When I pull my arms free I feel him tugging at the fabric covering my back. I realize he's asking for my permission to push it off and I nod.

Eric's fingers are warm against my skin as he pushes my tanktop until it's at my hips. His fingers trail back up until I feel his hand splay out over my bruised ribs, "I'm sorry Tris."

"For what?" I ask him. I turn my head so that I can see him and I see his eyes are focused on the large bruise covering my ribs.

"I should have waited for you. I shouldn't have left you alone." His eyes travel back to the injuries on my back.

"Alone with thirty soldiers all under my command, one of whom saved my life." I remind him. I turn to face him well aware that I am half naked now, I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my nails over the short hair at the nape of his neck. "Eric I know we have a lot to talk about, but I'm tired and sore. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

Erics eyes wander to my bare breasts and back up to meet mine. His pupils are blown and his arms wrap possessively around me pulling me tight to him. I can tell he's placed his hands in such a way that he won't hit any of my injuries. "Tris, we can't do this." His voice is low as if he doesn't trust it.

"We've already done this," remind him as I pull him down to kiss me. He is slow to respond but when he does it is chaotic and frenzied. His teeth scrape my bottom lip and his tongue fights with mine for dominance. I'm lost in the feeling of him, his t-shirt rubs against my sensitive nipples, his fingers tangle in my bunched up tank top making it tight around my stomach, and as he kisses me harder the satisfied hum he lets out makes me want more. I pull back to breathe and I look over the man in my arms. He is strong and masculine, powerful, confident, and most of all he is irresistably sexy.

Eric shifts away from me and I'm afraid he's going to withdraw. I grab at his shirt and say, "please."

Eric takes the shirt that's loose around my hips and bunches it together with the waistband of my shorts. He tugs it all in one motion down over my hips and lets go. When it all hits the floor I step out slowly and take Eric's face in my hands. "How is it that I always end up naked and you stay fully clothed?"

Eric smirks at me and kisses me roughly for just a moment before he says, "I think I owe you for saving my life." He's on his knees again and this time when he licks his lips he reaches out and pulls me towards him by my hips. I stumble and catch my balance by holding his shoulders. He looks up and his grey eyes meet mine, his tongue wets his lips before he leans close and kisses my hipbone. It sends a tingle through my skin and I tighten my grip on his shoulders. Eric drags his nose over my lower belly and bites at my other hip bone. I breathe out his name as his lips trail lower. He's moving quickly over my skin and before I'm expecting it I feel his mouth close around me. He sucks gently and I almost lose my balance.

Erics hands steady me as his tongue traces lazily over my folds. I'm moaning his name and trying to stay on my feet as he begins to run his open palms over my inner thighs. When he roughly pushes two fingers into me I push my fingers into his short blonde hair and hold him to me. I'm moaning loudly and trying to stay on my feet, Eric's tongue and fingers work in perfect rhythm until I know if he keeps going I won't be able to stand. "Eric, I need more."

He's on his feet in an instant and as he starts to pull his shirt over his head I grab his belt and tug it free of his pants. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me as if I will disappear. I fumble blindly with the button and zip of his uniform pants and I shove them with his boxers down over his hips.

Eric is toeing off his boots, stepping out of his clothes and pulling me towards him. I feel him hard against my belly and all I want is him inside of me in this moment. Eric's arms wrap around me and he lifts me off the ground. I lock my legs around his waist as he moves us from my livingroom into my bedroom. He lays me down on the bed. Eric climbs over me and as he settles himself between my thighs I arch up towards him. As my shoulders press into the bed the events of today flood back in the form of pain shooting through my body from the bruise at my back. I let a whimper slip past my lips and Eric stops.

"Tris I'm sorry," he scrambles back off of me.

"Eric don't, It's just my back." I sit up and push him backwards crawling over him, "you'll just have to let me do all the work this time."

He looks as though he's never seen the situation from his current vantage point before and I have to smile. "What?" his voice is rough as he asks.

"Have you ever let a woman take control?" I ask as I shift myself so that our bodies are perfectly aligned for what I'm dying for.

He grabs my hips and shoves me down so that he's buried inside of me, "you're not in control," he growls out. Eric's fingers dig into my hips and he sits up so that our chests are pressed together. "If you weren't hurt this wouldn't be happening."

I nod my understanding as he thrust his hips up into me and I'm done talking. I lift and lower my hips slowly over and over until Eric's head falls back. I lock my legs behind his back, cover his mouth with mine, and start to rock my hips hard and fast against him. His strong hands grab my ass and he pushes me hard against him as he shoves his hips up roughly. "Fuck, Eric." I call out as I lose control.

Eric's head falls to my shoulder as he groans my name. I feel him still as a warm rush fills me. He falls back onto the bed and pulls me with him. I settle in beside him expecting that any minute he will get up and leave. An hour later he has turned onto his side and wrapped a strong tattooed around my waist and pulled me into his chest. His breathing has evened out and I fall asleep to the sound of Eric's rhythmic breathing and heartbeat.

If I had known months ago all it would take to get Eric to spend the night in bed with me was a near death experienece I would have marched into factionless and picked a fight with the first overweight man I saw.

SOOOOO there it is! Part 2. This was my first attempt at real action so please let me know if it worked or if it needed work. This chapter is shorter than the last but it was uber hard to write.

This would have been up sooner but I started watching Footloose with Miles Teller and got distracted by his cute self and bad southern accent, and then I started watching That Awkward Moment and realized that if Jai Courtney never comes around I would settle for Miles Teller :)