Drops it *runs away quickly*

Strange uneasiness filled my body as I was sitting down in the dining area. Everyone else would go on their normal day to day tasks with no care in the world for what was happening outside their safe compound. I had the unfortunate knowledge of knowing just that and the fact was making me uneasy or it was that what I wanted it to be.

The people around me didn't see right through the tough exterior and the stone mask that I'd put on but the uneasiness and the stress were there, making me sit put in one place more than a few minutes, impossible.

My leg was jumping up and down below the table from the anxious feeling stunk in my gut as I was scanning the room for what must have been the tenth time this evening. I was desperately waiting for something to happen. For Max to burst in through that door and give me the order to go after her, for her to burst in through that door perfectly fine as she makes her way toward our table to sit down and joke with Mike, for her to burst through that door all bloody and half alive but still somehow managed to come to safety. But none of this happened and it only increased my anxiety.

I even barely registered the strange looks that Mike and Jack were giving me from across the table. Sometimes they were just too good at reading me and I didn't like that one bit. It made a situation like this a lot harder on me than they should be.

"You seem tense" finally dared to speak Mike after long minutes of staring at me and calculating if it was worth pointing out or not.

"Why would I be tense?" I snort back at him but my leg was still jumping up and down below the table. My body was so tense ready to jump up into action the second something came up.

"Pff…I don't know. You haven't stopped observing the area for a few days now, your leg is shaking the whole table, spilling my water and you keep talking to Max in hushed voices even though I can hear you arguing with him about something" he ranted and he picked up his glass of water just before it spilled. "Where is Valeria by the way, I haven't seen her in two weeks?" He looked around like he might have missed her and she could be just sitting on another table but she wasn't here and he wouldn't find her. Two weeks, it'd been two weeks since she went on that mission, no one knew about, except me, Max and Four. Other asked, of course, no one answered with more than a few words. Some think she might be doing something important, other think that she was sick, some even think she was dead but no one was actually aware that she had gone doing a mission and it might not even get out of there alive. She might even be dead and Max still wouldn't give me the order to fallow her. It was pointless to lose more people just for the sake of bringing back a dead body, was his exact words when I brought up the subject. He reassured me afterword that she agreed to this without a second thought, he then patted me on the back telling me how I had to have more faith in her and give her more time to return. If she ever returns.

"Working" I only said. The worst thing was that, that was all I could think of. Not the initiates and their upcoming final test that would determinate who would stay and who would go would occupy my thought more than Valeria and her stupid suicide mission. And I hated it, I hated the fact that I didn't know what was happening with her. No one has seen her in the stupid cameras she put up for us, Max hasn't heard from her since she put the same cameras. I even went as far as ordering Four to show me the footage. The cameras were mounted on the spot and the shot didn't even pick up who was mounting them – just one minute everything was dark and another there was a perfect view of the street in front of their base. Four knew who was the one installing them, after all, he gave them to her and kept his mouth shut about it in front of the others.

"Where?" narrowed his eyes, Jack, as if he was suspecting something. He was fairly quiet for the past two weeks since she was gone. His eyes always watching like he was waiting to find an answer to my expressions or emotions but he always found nothing.

"Somewhere." I said sharply "Haven't you understood that I won't answer those questions?"

He averted his eyes to the food in front of him and didn't speak more for the duration of our lunch. With the corner of my eye, I could see Mike smirking at me and I was happy that we weren't alone on this table because no doubt he would try to taunt me about Valeria.

Suddenly I stood up from my chair startling the other two occupants.

"Where are you going?" asked quickly Mike following me with his eyes as I started walking out of the room.

"Somewhere"

My inability to do something was driving me crazy and I didn't know how long it would take me before I snap and just go after her.

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I burst in in the control room, scaring off the people working there in the process. I wasn't here for a couple of days when I search for some evidence that Valeria was fine, but she was like a ghost. Not a single camera she placed there or any of our other cameras were able to pick her up.

Four was launching on his chair, a pen in his hand making an awful clicking sound as he watched the same cameras Valeria installed. Four was the only one here with the special order to watch those cameras. Apparently, he was 'trustworthy'.

"Seen anything?" I stood behind him, my eyes scanning the monitors, which showed streets and one in specific showing the inside of their base. I don't know how she managed that, but it's very useful so far we were able to pick up a lot more information on the enemy than before.

"Yes, just a few minutes ago I saw a figure moving through the streets but I'm not sure it was her," he said, straightened up his back before he started typing something on the keyboard. Intreagued by Valeria's sudden appearance on the cameras I leaned on the desk my eyes scanning the monitor.

"Why didn't you tell me the minute you saw it?" I asked a little bit irritated but tried to make it sound like I didn't care.

Four shrugged "It was just a figure dressed in black, walking in the shadows of the building in a hurry. No one was following the person so there was nothing really to tell" I took a deep breath trying to calm myself when Four spoke again.

"There," The video played for a while before the dark figure went into the frame. The person was making big strides alongside a building where the shadows cast from the sun, were making enough cover and darkness from unwanted eyes. The person was wearing a black hoody over their head and his face wasn't visible, but I knew it was her. The backpack was the same on her back and if you watch just close enough, you could see a single red lock going out of the hood and shimmering into the light.

"Just that?" I asked not hiding my irritation and disappointment. I wasn't sure how to react to this. I felt relieved that she was fine just a few minutes ago and there were no visible wounds on her but at the same time I was worried, because she was caught on one of the cameras and that was unusual. For two weeks she was nothing but a ghost until today and I couldn't help but wonder – what changed?

"Well, there was an Erudite car entering the base this morning. The camera inside couldn't quite pick up what was delivered and by lunch, we picked this figure on the camera." He answered as he told me one more thing I wasn't aware of.

"Why would Erudite deliver something?"

Four shrugged as he typed a few times on his keyboard and the live feed turned on again. "Was that her?"

"Yes, it was," I said sharply straightening my back and glancing once again at the cameras. "Did you report the car entering the base?"

Four glared at me with the most offended look I'd ever seen on him "Of course, what do you take me for?" he huffed.

'An idiot' was my best answer but I swallowed back the sharp remark as I started walking out of the room. "Report if something changes," I said before I exited the room and headed straight to the training room.

I had a pent-up frustration that needed to go away and the helplessness I was feeling was making the matter even worst. I was so close to just packing up and finding where she was and just get her out of there but at the same time I stood obediently and waited to be ordered to do so.

My fist connected hard with the pushing back, letting out all the frustration. She was fine, there was no need for me to rush into it, if shit got crazy I would go. Another punch went at the bag and another one followed as I repeated in my head like a mantra that she was fine and there was no point in going after her.

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After the long training session, I was calmer than I was at lunch but the stupid uneasy feeling in my gut was mocking me still. I made my way to Max office desperate to see what he thought about the Erudite car. I knew that Valeria had some issues with them, concerning the poison that nearly killed half Dauntless but that was all just a theory and I didn't want to point any finger without evidence.

Knocking on the door I waited outside before I heard Max's voice from inside telling me to come in. He was slumped on his desk buried with paperwork for the upcoming initiate's last test.

"What do you want?" he asked but there was a hint in his voice telling me that he didn't have time for whatever it was. I sat down slowly on the chair in front of his desk and kept quiet waiting for him to look at me but his head was still down. "If you came for one more argument about searching Valeria my answer is still no," he said sharply.

I stayed silent watching him scribble something on a piece of paper before he sighed and looked up.

"She has been spotted early today" I monotonically informed him.

"Good now you'll stop bothering me. I'm telling you even if she's in trouble there is a chance I won't order you to follow."

My jaw tightened from the way he said it like he didn't care and it took me everything from arguing. Gripping the armrest of the chair tightly I replied "I know, you said that before"

"So if that wasn't the thing you wanted to talk to me, what is it?"

"About the Erudite car. What do you think they were doing there?"

Max shrugged so calmly that made my irritation with him grow. "We'll know once Valeria is back. The camera didn't pick up what it was, but I'm sure she knows"

I shook my head as to how ridiculous this was. Here I was nervous out of my mind, for some reason, about what could possibly go wrong with Valeria. I didn't like the way I was feeling and I had the sneaky suspicion that it was starting to show, which made me more unhappy. And here it was Max, all calm and collective like he didn't send one of his leaders on a mission. Our job was taking risks and make the city whatnot better but it was still so unraveling to sit and wait for something to happen.

The door to Max's office burst open pulling me from my thoughts as Four came barging in. "They are sweeping the area around their base, I don't know why but I think it has something to do with her hurrying early today. They waited until sunset to act." my head quickly shot toward Max waiting for him to just give the order.

"How many are they?" he asked still as calm as ever.

"At least five teams with four people each with weapons"

I cursed under my breath "Max!"

Max leaned back in his chair staring aimlessly at something so deep into his thought he might not have heard me. "No" was the only thing he said making me jump on my feet.

"What?!"

His eyes left the spot on his desk and looked at me with a determination on them "I said no Eric, I'm not giving you the order"

Anger was quickly filling every inch of my body, my hands were into fits griping tightly. "For fuck sake Max, I can go alone and still be better than the factionless."

"Yes and they have the poison that nearly killed you" he shot back, his eyes daring me to continue the argument.

"I'll take the antidote from the infirmary"

"No, you're still entering their area. One of our leaders caught is a problem but two can mean war and we are not ready for something so drastic." He placed his hands on his desk slowly but confidently he stood up, making his authority in this room known. "We still don't know what kind of weapons they have, how many are they. I'm not sending you or any groups with you to attract more attention to yourself, Valeria or Dauntless. Am I clear?!"

I laughed bitterly "And how will you get the information when you'll have a dead spy?"

He just shook his head "I'm not giving you the order, she's smart and she will escape them. You'll only attract more attention to Dauntless and her. They'll get suspicious of why we are spying and this can quickly escalate toward a war we are not ready for, just because we sent a search party in their area, for a person who may or may not be dead. Don't get me wrong, I don't like it as much as you do but she agreed to this and she's more than capable of handling it" this time he was calm as he sat down his chair and looked up at Four behind me. "Report if anything else happens"

Four must have nodded because the only sound that came behind me was the door closing. I pressed my lips, still feeling the anger pulsing inside me. Everything in me was screaming to just go and disobey but I knew better- there would be consequences the minute I leave the compound without the authorization. The question was – was it worth it?

"Don't do anything stupid, Eric." Max said shaking his head "She was taught well by her previous mentor and by you after that. I'm certain that she'll return without a problem"

Not wanting to speak with him anymore I stormed out of the office. Once outside the dark corridor I cursed under my breath and leaned my forehead on the cold wall. Everything was so fucked up. While I have every faith in Valeria, considering what she had been through in her past, I couldn't stop the stupid unfamiliar feeling of helplessness that overtook every inch of my body, screaming at me to just go.

And I cursed myself because I knew very well what those pushing emotions meant and I continue to curse myself because I slipped. At the same time I was mad at myself from even feeling that way, mad because I was stuck here and who knows what was happening with her now, mad because Max was too diplomatic and cautious, mad because I knew the only way for this emotions to stop was to make sure she was safely tucked in her apartment or mine.

Squsing my eyes shut I mentally analyzed what everything meant and I was happy that there was no one here to see my breakdown.

"Fuck this" I sharply said before I started walking down do corridor determined to do something I haven't done ever since I came into Dauntless.

Disobey an order.

An hour later I was already packed and leaving quickly the compound through the barrier. Being a leader no one questioned where I was going or what I was doing. One of many pleasures of being on top.

The device in my hand was working the minute I stepped out of the compound and into the empty streets. The soft glow coming from the small monitor was telling me where Valeria was or more where her device was. It wasn't précised it was a small lead to where I needed to go.

I was thankful for the cover of the night as I didn't want to be spotted by unwanted people. The least I wanted was to make things worst. It was bad enough that I disobeyed an order from Max, it would be worse if I get caught by factionless. I didn't want to think what was going to happen to me once I return but I refused to think about as my mind was going in overdrive from the possibilities that might or might not happen between now and when I find her. I didn't want to even think about what condition I might find her or if I will, for that matter.

I walked for what seemed to be an hour or two before the device in my hand finally showed she was close, I couldn't explain how was it working but I was thankful that it existed. The abandoned building looked very ominous when I approached it slowly. I wouldn't think past the fact that there might be guards around here, after all, they were sweeping the area – for some reason. Placing the device in my pocket, my fingers brushed up the handle of the gun strapped to my chest but quickly thought otherwise. It was too quiet if I shoot the sound would echo through the silent streets and only raise more alarm. So I had to settle with a knife.

I slowly approached the building, looking up toward the dark windows, my ears tensely listened for some kind of noise. I didn't hear anything until I entered the building, avoiding crunching any glass or whatever was on the floor, with my heavy boots. There were muffled sounds coming from a few stories up and I knew I was in the right place when I heard a soft feminine voice.

It took everything in me not to dash upstairs and get her out of here but I remind myself that I needed to be calm and focused on the task, so I wouldn't get killed.

The voices grew stronger as I made my way up the stairs. As I was midway to the floor I wanted to be a shadow next to the staircase caught my attention. Peeking through the railing I could see a man standing between two doors with a gun in his hands. He looked bored, like he wished to be anywhere but here, while the voice inside one of the rooms was probably having the time of his life, judging by the way he laughed bitterly and talked with amusement. For his answer, there were soft moaning, which was not the good kind I was used to hearing.

It didn't take a fool to guess that she was tortured, there was no struggle so I would guess it was nothing that bad but her silence could only mean that she was weak or tied up.

As the 'guard' could be more foolish or just bored he started walking down the corridor huffing and sighing and it was just my luck when he stepped with his back toward the stairs.

Fool. I thought myself as I quickly climbed the stairs and grabbed the person from behind, my arm going around his neck in a tight grip. He started to trash his body, his week hands desperately clung to mine trying to pull it out so he could take a breath but it was useless. As he was so into trying to pray my hand off he didn't see me pulling my knife and sticking it into the side of his neck. He gasped and the sound of his body hitting the floor no doubt caught the attention of the guy down the hall. As on cue, the voice from the room stopped and heavy footsteps slowly approached.

"Curt?" the voice called it sounded somehow familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. The figure stepped into the long and narrow corridor enough to see me and register that it wasn't Curt. His hands went quickly around his weapon as he raised it at me. In a matter of seconds, I was already in the closest room when the gunshots hit the spot where I was. The shot stopped but the approaching steps only got closer as a low chuckle escaped from the attacker.

I waited for him to be close enough before I grabbed him, more bullets were shot but this time aimed at the floor, thankful that it wasn't my foot. We both struggled for a short time for the weapon before it went flying into the room and the fistfight began.

Just from the way he was attacking and carried himself I could see he was more experienced than the previous guy and I could clearly see Four's technique in it – definitely ex-Dauntless. Getting the upper hand quickly I punch him in the face, he took a few steps back before I heard him chuckle.

"Good to see you too Eric." The voice still sounded familiar but with the darkness around us and his bloodied face, it was very hard to identify him. "What, you came to save your little pet?" he chuckled again as we started to circle each other, while I was being careful where his weapon was and try to prevent him from going near it. "I have to say, she gave me a pretty good fight. A leader too. I was going to be in her spot if it wasn't for you!" he spat blood on the floor giving me a bloodied smile before launching at me. His arms went around my body pushing me at the wall. The impact took the air out of my lungs but I acted quickly elbowing him on the back. He fell with a grunt on the floor, giving me the opportunity to kick him in the ribs. His weak body rolled facing me as I finally looked past the bruised and bloodied face and saw who he really was.

"You lost the post yourself!"

He chucked again "I see you remember me" he tried to stand up but I didn't give him that chance, connecting my boot with his body again.

"How could I not, you were the most obnoxious, greedy fucker I have ever seen getting into first place, demanding leadership" I spat while my boot kept connecting with his ribs and stomach. He tried to escape and cover himself but it was no use. If Valeria riled him up before I came, he was exhausted and already hurt I was the one to finish him.

The bitter chuckle once again came from him "You were so happy to watch me get kicked"

"And now I'm going to be happy watching you die," I said coldly pulling out my gun and pulling the trigger with no remorse.

The minute the bullet hit his head I started walking toward the room where Valeria was in. Entering it quickly I saw her crawling weakly on the floor her hand barely reaching for the gun and before I was able to speak she was already pointing the gun at me.

She was laying on her back, her hands that were always steady when holding a gun were now shaking weakly as she pointed it at me. It was very visible that she could barely hold it at this angle but did it anyway and there was no doubt in my mind that if I was her attacker she would have shot by now.

Slowly I made one step inside the room with raised hands, the minute her eyes saw me she sighed audibly and dropped her hands beside her the gun sliding out of her hand. Her body relaxed instantly. Going closer to her, my eyes inspected the damage. She had one cut on her leg that was bleeding and her jacket was ripped exposing her chest and stomach where more cuts were soaking the thin shirt. Her face was covered with sweat drops like she was running on high fever, her green eyes barely open watching me move but her look was so distant that shook me with fear and I fell on my knees near her.

Cupping her cheek I moved her head so could see what was the problem better.

"Anti…dote" she whispered barely and her week hand was pointing at her bag. It took me only a second before I pulled out the antidote I had on me and carefully lifting her head up so she could drink the dose. "Wounds" she reminded me with a weak voice. Ignoring the small fear that crept in me, telling me that she was dying in front of me and I might not save her, I started to clean up her wounds and apply the cream on them.

"Somewhere else?" I asked as my eyes scanned her body for more cuts I might have missed. She shook her head and tried to stand up. "Whoa…where do you think you're going? Lay down" I ordered pushing her body back on the floor. She scowled at me before laying back down.

"What happened to the men?"

"Dead"

"We should hide the bodies and get out of here" she was starting to look somewhat better but there was still this distant look she had on her face that told me she was not yet in good condition for the walk back.

"I know but you're not okay yet"

"Someone might come" she started to shake her head stubbornly and attempted to stand up again.

"Damn it, Valeria, give yourself a few minutes, let the antidote work. You have a lot of cuts on you" I yelled at her but I knew there was no point, she would do whatever she wanted and she was not one of those people who wait to get better.

"There were gunshots, Eric, someone might have heard" she hissed back. I had to admire her, here she was high on fever, she could barely stand up or look but she was arguing with me about the dead bodies.

"Don't you think I don't know that?" I snapped back "I'm risking mine and yours' life by staying here but you're not in a condition to just walk toward the compound, so just relax for half an hour and we'll go from there" she watched me silently for a minute before finally nodding and closing her eyes. I highly doubted the floor was comfortable for sleeping even though she looked quite well. With a sigh, I leaned on the wall next to her and straightened my legs in front of me.

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Getting rid of the bodies was not an easy task, considering Valeria's condition. We had to drag the bodies out of the building, through the streets and onto the river bank which was fully covered in plantation. The plan was easy but we had to stop more than a few times due to the fact that Valera was on verge of fainting but stubbornly continue to pull the man that died first. She could barely lift her body and still was able to carry another, something that amazed me and by the time we arrived at the river bank her face was as white as chalk and drenched in sweat drops. She was breathing heavily like she ran a marathon and weakly dropped on the ground beside the man's body.

I was standing watch looking around us for some kind of indication that someone was close, but everything was so quiet. The night hid us well and besides the distant glow of a street lamp in the distance there was barely any light.

The sound of items being shoved into one another caught my attention back to Val as she had her one arm deep into her bag and head barely in it too searching for something. The hair band was barely holding her red hair behind her head, there was more hair loose than caught as it made a curtain hiding her face.

"We have to hurry," I said quietly as she finally found what she was searching and drank the content of a small bottle. She threw me a weak look before pushing the empty bottle into the bag once again and sighting. "We're too into the open"

"Do you think they will be found?" she asked and pointed at the two dead bodies.

"Not until the end of the summer," I answered looking at the small water in the center of the river bed. "No one comes that far anyway"

"Once, that was filled with water, now look how miserable it is"

"Like those guys?" I kneeled down at the ex-Dauntless one and searched his pockets. Valeria didn't answer the question just stood beside me watching my hands as they went from one pocket to another.

"This one gave me a hell of a fight. He was more trained than that one" she nodded toward the one beside her.

"This one was ex-Dauntless"

"Yeah, I figured" she sighed as she leaned back on her hands and closed her eyes in content, the moon shining on her tired face. She looked so peaceful considering where we were and the two bodies beside us and I stopped myself from breaking that little moment of relaxation.

Standing up I pushed the body with my foot as it fell down rolling a couple of times and stopped somewhere but there was so much grass and plants that it was hard really to see where.

"You found something on him?"

"No, they had just their weapons" I picked up the second body and threw it after the first one. Happy with the fact that our traces were hidden and we were alive and almost well I finally turned toward Valeria. "Come on let's go home," I said as I helped her up to her feet. She didn't waste time leaning on me as I instinctively wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling and we started walking toward the Compound.

It took us more time getting back than it should have but we made it in one piece. The slow and no doubt painful walk to home was spent in silence between us as both of us were too deep into our thoughts to even speak.

I wasn't sure what ran through her head but through mine ran at least ten different scenarios of how bad I'll pay for leaving the Compound.

I disobeyed an order and knowing the consequences and I went anyways. To be honest when I left that wasn't in my mind at all. All I could think about then was how I had to find Valeria, alive, and bring her home. But now as we walked through the corridors, me almost dragging Valeria toward the apartments, it all caught up to me. I was screwed, no doubt. Max wouldn't be happy and I expected the worst from him. I've never pulled such a stunt like this before and for what? Risking my life as a leader to find another leader that might or might not be dead? Was it worth the risk?

I tightened my arm around Valeria's weak frame the only thing I could feel was a relief, relief that she was alive and I knew it was worth it. She was close back then from dying. A few minutes more and she would have been.

The Compound corridors were empty at this time of the night. It was a few hours before sunrise and everyone was still asleep which was perfect for us. There were no prying eyes, there were no stupid questions and I could see the relief on Valeria's face as we walked. I wouldn't want people to see me in this condition too, if I was in her spot.

A few minutes later we were in her bathroom as I filled her bathtub she was sitting quietly on the toilet, her eyes following every move of my hands.

Dipping a hand for the final time in the water to check the temperature I turned toward her. She raised her arms slowly toward me like a small child waiting to be picked up and I quickly caught her, helping her up to her feet.

"Do you need help?" I asked with the most tender voice I could muster because she looked just so fragile and broken, that it made me want to wrap her in a blanket and keep her safe. She nodded tiredly and barely visible. With shaky hands, she unzipped the dirty and ripped jacket, but I could see how much it hurt her when every time she moved, her beautiful face was pulled in a painful grimace.

I helped her with the jacket as it fell on the floor and her bloodied shirt followed after, revealing the cuts that were already healed but still red, reminding me that they needed to be taken care of once she was out of her bath. I ghostly trailed a finger over one of the cuts watching her whole skin erupt in goosebumps. I knew it wasn't from the cold and it brought a small smile to my face knowing that I was the reason.

Lifting my eyes to her face I saw her looking at me with curiosity but we both stayed quiet as I continue to remove her dirty clothing one by one.

Even with all of her cuts, bruises, scars or dirt on her skin I couldn't help but think she was beautiful as my hand went to her side, finger brushing up the vine tattoo and the scar that it covered and stopping below her right breast where the vine ended. She held her breath still watching me, her hands weakly holding mine for stability and she let me have that small moment. She was too strong and yet fragile at times that it makes me want to push her to do better and at the same time wrapt her in a blanket and keep her safe.

I kept telling myself that it was just to help her into the bathtub but my hands didn't leave her body even when she was in the hot water and me kneeling in front of the tub. Here in the privacy of her apartment I could relax and do things I never did before – take care of something like this and I knew she didn't need me anymore as she was relaxed but I just couldn't help myself and she seemed like she didn't mind.

She sighed audibly, her head leaning back in the tub, her eyes closed and relaxed.

"For a second there I thought I'll never be able to take a bath again" she spoke quietly only the sound of splashing water, as my hands moved against her body could be heard. "You have no idea how many times that, that exact same thought has run through my mind"

"Probably many" I answered just as quietly. A small smile formed on my lips when my fingers trailed her inner thigh, more specifically my tattooed name there. Valeria was right, Tori did a good job writing it. The letters where beautifully twisted in more feminine style but were rough at the same time.

"Do you like it?"

I nodded as I kept trailing my fingers through the letters.

"You better be, it's there forever. Probably no one will want me because of it" she joked "I imagine it will be a huge cockblock for anyone that isn't you"

I chuckled "I can see you are much better, now that you're joking" I joked but I didn't like the thought of someone touching that exact same spot.

"Much" she sighed yet again relaxing even more into the water, that now had a dirty color form the dirt and blood until it reached her chin. She once again closed her eyes before she spoke.

"Can you prepare a few things for my wounds, before I leave the tub?"

"Sure" I agreed, way too quickly but stood up anyway, ignoring the pain in my legs from kneeling. "Just don't make it a habit"

She chuckled softly, her eyes still closed "It's my turn to be taken care of, it can't always be you"

"Finish your bath I'll get the things you need. Call if you need help getting out, I don't want my rescuing mission to go to waste if you break your head on the tiles." I was at the door when I heard her laugh again.

"You just want to see me naked when I stand up"

"Maybe" I smirked opening the door and I heard the water splashing behind me as she sunk fully into the water.

Damn, he has feelings. Who knew?! O.o

What do you think Eric's punishment should be, give me ideas?