So this is a story for the 100th reviewer of To Fix Something Shattered, and this is requested by crowchick4. And they wished for another Eric and Tris pairing, so I hope they do enjoy this. This is a No War AU, as requested and will not be close to head cannon.

Pairing: Eric/Tris (Beatrice Prior)

Rating: T

Any copyright materials don't belong to me they belong to their respective answers.

The Divergent Trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth.

Everything and everyone was much larger than her at this time in her life, the buildings towered over her like titans and the crowds of people swirled over her like the clouds in the sky. Though they are not a solitary color, there are five of them always reminding them of their place in society. While many dwelled in a sea of blue, the wild patterns of black, the clusters of red or yellow, maybe even the straight forward black and white; she though marched on in the gray. Her head was kept down low and she was never to think of herself, for her mother said that her main goal in life was to think of others. Though the young girl could hardly understand why, for in the mind of a child everyone was born equal.

Then they were raised with different ideologies, in the gray faction she would have to learn selflessness. Within the citadel of blue she could strive to become the brightest and smartest of them all. Maybe she might go to the scales of black and white, where they weighed in the truth before anything else. Though the peacefulness of the red and yellow was hard to learn and she doubt she could smile that much. Though the alluring waves of black drew her to them like moths to a flame, where she could become the strongest to protect those who needed protecting.

For now she kept her eyes to others, always seeking to aid them in someway. Thats when she saw him, a young teen in the blue of the intelligent; someone who held their head in the air and looked down upon others. His blonde hair was combed back and his eyes were set straight forward, and he analyzed his surroundings constantly as if he was expecting an attack. She knew not his name but she saw him at school every now and then, it was only when he was searching around his desk for something she went to help and then she learned his name.

"Do you need any help?" the girl asked cautiously, and he rummaged his things around even more.

"What do you want Stiff?" he sneered as she came closer. She looked on as he searched all over for something and soon he grew defeated and groaned. "Still here Stiff?" he asked as he lay his head on his desk, lunch was nearly over and he wasn't eating. Quickly she deduced that he lost his lunch and pulled hers out, "Here you go." He looked up at her and tilted his head slightly.

"Why are you giving this to me?" he had asked and she shrugged, not really giving him an answer. When he didn't take the package immediately she laid the meal on the desk before leaving. She didn't get far when she felt a tugging on her gray dress, and there the boy stood with the meal and his belongings in his hand. "Lets eat this together. I'm Eric," he said.

She smiled slightly and said, "I'm Beatrice."

Eric had pulled her to the lunch room and they both sat together in an underpopulated corner and at the tasteless meal together. The next day he sat with her again, and the day after she sat with him. Soon they fell into a routine that was strange for the fifteen year old Erudite and the thirteen year old Abnegation, but they had yet to care.

From then on her world wasn't so gray and he was the only splash of color in her forlorn world; Eric was more than happy to be her friend and she was as well. A year passed since they met and she was fourteen and he sixteen, the duo soon realized that their time was coming to a close. In order to have a bright memory of their friendship Eric decided that they have a day together before his Aptitude test.

No matter the odd looks he received as he led Beatrice passed Erudite Headquarters and to the Amity fields where a large oak resided, and on his back was a deep blue backpack filled to the brim. He refused to tell her anything and groaned about not giving the Abnegation anymore surprises, since she was too selfless to accept it in the first place. He knew this first hand when she rejected a necklace for her birthday, in her mind someone else was much more deserving of the beautiful precious metal than she was. It was then Eric learned not to give her anything of value, and to make up for it he decided to arrange a little picnic for her.

If not for her Eric didn't know where he would be, or the sort of person he would have become; Beatrice saved him from loneliness and the pain of not wanting to wake up the next morning. The best part was was that she didn't seem to notice that through her selfless actions of keeping him company that he fell deeper for her.

For her it was quite the opposite, Eric had been the only ray of sunshine in her monotone world. If not for him then she would have nothing to think about as her brother gives her little lectures on being selfless, or her father makes her seek out aid for the factionless. He made it worth it for her to get up in the morning, not that he knew that.

Eric hopped over a small stream of water and held out his hand to help her and only chuckled when she jumped over without his help anyway. Beatrice was so independent and proved that she didn't need to rely on him constantly. Nor he would rely on her for he wouldn't let himself burden her with all his problems, no she was too innocent for that. Abnegation led a simple life, so there was no room in their culture for violence against women, children, or men alike.

It truly was a perfect day for such an activity, and Eric was confidant that the food he made was much better than the bland cuisine she was raised with. As they approached that giant oak he gazed softly into the distance. The fields of green were filled with the hats of yellow and scarves of red, and there was peace that he's rarely experienced before. Peace it may be, but it is a false won peace.

The Amity may claim that is peace, truly and fully, but all knew besides them that there was no actual peace in that faction. An artificial peace had been made and distributed into the food that was consumed there. It was this reason that he would not get any food from that place for her, so what the next best thing was? It was Erudite food of course, and he made only the best for her.

He opened his bag and took out a deep blue blanket for them to rest on before pulling out the food he made. It wasn't as good as he hope it would end up, but he made the best he could. Beatrice smiled as he pulled out ham and cheese sandwiches and a huge bowl of salad followed by some soda he got at headquarters. He may not like the simplicity of Abnegation food but she was happy to see that he tried to put in some food that she was used to eating.

She helped him serve the salad and distribute the sandwiches he made and they had a peaceful afternoon all to themselves; it was filled with laughter, jokes, and conversations of all kinds. As the sun set there was something more than just friendship between the two, a small bud of love was beginning to bloom between Beatrice and Eric.

~.~.~.

There was no forgetting someone when you had the chance to truly meet them, and as time passed Beatrice Prior by she can honestly say she has never forgotten her first friend. The first year with Eric was hard and lonesome for she had gotten used to sitting with him in the cafeteria, but the second year came and went like a summer breeze. Soon she was as curvy as the Dauntless girls who flaunted about in tight clothes, while she hid in her baggy grey clothes. Beatrice longed for the dark haze of the Dauntless, where Eric had left the seas of blue for, since it was much better than the monochrome grey she was born into.

In her world of grey Beatrice blossomed and soon she was laying in the chair waiting for her Aptitude test, staring directly into the mirror on the wall adjacent to her. The woman in black who was getting her test ready looked over in curiosity at the young Abnegation who stared openly at her reflection. "Never met a curious Abnegation before," she commented and Beatrice turned to look at her.

Young and fit, was the first words that she thought when she saw her. Long black hair and tight black clothing adorned her with the occasional tattoo here and there, her eyes were sharp and they spoke of a deeper sorrow. "What does the tattoo stand for?" she asked, but was ignored and had a small vial was pushed into her hands.

"What is it?"

"Bottoms up."

Beatrice downed the liquid quickly and felt woozy, her eyes closed once and fluttered open again to the sight of the mirror staring at her. Instead of looking away like she should have, the young girl got up and walked over to the mirror in something akin to curiosity. Why should she and her faction forsake the reflection of their own being? It made no sense to her, but she followed the rules nonetheless since she didn't want a punishment. Turning around Beatrice was surprised to see another her staring straight at her.

She circled around the reflection and found herself staring at her back and tapped on the shoulder in front of her. Not expecting to be tapped on the shoulder she spun on her heels and stared into her blue eyes. "Choose," the reflection said.

"What?"

"Choose."

The mirrors reflected many bowls of meat and knives and everywhere she looked there was something to grab onto. Without hesitation Beatrice grabbed a knife and turned back to where she last saw her reflection and was shocked to see a gangly dog staring her down. As it advanced on her Beatrice held her hands out with her palms facing outward, hoping to placate the dog. Though with the knife still in her grip it deemed her a danger and charged at her; she followed her instincts and slammed the knife into the dog's head.

As blood splattered her dress she saw the world around her melt into a bus, a tight cramped bus. A Candor stood next to her as she sat and without missing a beat the girl gave her seat to him. As they traded off she saw the picture of her brother in the newspaper another Candor was reading. "Do you know him?" the man asked, but she didn't reply. "I said, do you know him?!" when she looked back at him she found herself staring into her father's eyes.

Steeling herself Beatrice looked to him and coldly said, "No I don't."

The bus came to a sudden stop and she was flung to the floor, he Abnegation moved her arms to shield her head but woke with a start in the chair she started out in. A relieved sigh escaped her lips and she looked to the Dauntless woman, Tori, she reminded herself and soon found the woman was desperately typing something into the computer.. "What were my results?" she asked and Tori looked at her and moved to get her out of the seat.

"You're going to go home and tell your family that the serum made you sick and I sent you home early. Okay?" she said as she herded Tris to the back door.

"But what were my results?" Beatrice pressed.

"Abnegation," and Beatrice slumped in disappointment, "And Dauntless and Erudite." The teen was stumped, three factions. Three? She never heard of such thing and before her mind could process it all she felt Tori lay her hands on her shoulders. "They call it Divergent, and its extremely, extremely rare. People are afraid of them, since divergents can't conform," she explained.

"What should I do?"

"Don't tell anyone. Not your parents or friends. Good luck kiddo."

Beatrice wasn't thinking as she left the building, her mind elsewhere as she trudged on home and she didn't care about the Factionless that she passed. They were so used to anyone in grey helping them that they were shocked when Beatrice walked on, not stopping once to help a single person. Taking detours to pass the masses of grey, black/white, red, blue, and black she soon found herself in the dilapidated part of the city. Some time ago she had found a peaceful spot to rest when she was tired of all the pressure of her faction. Buried under rubble was what used to be a basement that was filled with items from before the war that destroyed most of the city.

Inside were things that she bet none other had seen: an old TV that wasn't a projection on touch-screens, some plastic cases that had old scratched up discs in it, and magazines. While she could guess the discs were video games from the titles on front, but she would never know what an Xbox was or a PlayStation. Some were bright cases of green with even brighter pictures such as: Assassin's Creed and Minecraft. While other's were gruesome and weird like: Evil Within and Dead Island.

She was fifteen when she found this treasure hoard, and was amazed at the things she found though instead of the games and TV Beatrice was captured by the magazines. They dated back to before the war in the year of 2015 and in it were pictures of unknown people. Out came questions like were princesses real? What is the United States? What in the world is the Age of Ultron? Over the years she got the TV and some gaming consoles to work, then she realized what an Xbox was, and played the games. Over dozens of them were finished over the course of a year, and there were still many to play.

Today though she didn't play anything and favored the idea of laying on the couch to clear her mind. How could this happen to her? Tori said it was dangerous, so what would happen if people found out about it. She could never find Eric if it became public knowledge that she was a Divergent, so Beatrice resolved to keep this as a secret. One that she would carry to her grave if need be.

This won't get in the way of her finding Eric, she refused to be left alone in this hell-hole. For tomorrow she would shed the drab monotone of Abnegation for the sleek Dauntless styling.

~.~.~.

"Beatrice Prior," Marcus Eaton called out and she looked to both her parents before standing up. Her father moved out of the way so she could get to the aisle and the hopeful look in his eyes made her guilty. Beatrice could hardly believe that her perfect brother would leave his comfort zone for the elite crowd of blue, but all her father could hope was that his only daughter stayed with him. She couldn't therefore she wouldn't.

As she walked down to the bowls with her head held high, ignoring the whispers of the other factions she accepted the knife from Marcus easily. The sharp blade pierced her skin easily and she looked to the three bowls that held her future. The pink tinged water of Erudite, small grey stones that were covered in blood, or the coals that burned away the traces of the others before her. Beatrice looked at the blood that was pooling out into her hand and gripped her fist above a bowl, all she heard was the howling of the Dauntless. Opening her eyes she looked into the bowl of coals before accepting a bandage; she looked over to her father who was seething at her choice.

There was no turning back now as she was accepted into the ranks of Dauntless.

The rest of the ceremony passed her by and she was suddenly aware of all the Dauntless running towards the doors, with one last look to her father she turned her back on her old life. Light hit her harshly as the doors were thrown open and the faction were sprinting onto the main street; Beatrice could only grin as she matched her pace with a Dauntless-born with bright silver hair. All around her people were parting for the oncoming onslaught; many laughing as a bunch of Erudite fell to the ground in their haste to get out of their way.

Beatrice laughed as she reached up to pull her hair out of the severe bun it was twisted into during the morning and let it flow behind her as she ran. The Dauntless slowed down as they came to the support beams for the train tracks, and the transfers watched as the Dauntless began to pull themselves up the steel. Getting the idea she began to climb the beam at a slower rate with a Candor following her. When she got to the top a boy pulled her up by the arms, and she smiled at the tanned teen.

"Whoa! A Stiff going to Dauntless?" he asked and she nodded. His smile was infectious and she couldn't help but to smile back, "My names Uriah? You?"

"Beatrice. Beatrice Prior."

"Why join Dauntless?"

"Why not?"

A sudden yell got them to break their conversation to look around, and they saw people lining up on the side as a train sped down the tracks towards them. "Get ready," Uriah told her. The grey bullet shot passed her and she looked to the others for help, but they already started to run. Every time her feet hit the wood she felt herself grow even more tired then she already was. The adrenaline was seeping out of her and soon the last car of the train was near her; she tried to block out the people screaming at her to get on.

Taking a leap of faith, Beatrice jumped at the rail on the side and clutched it like a lifeline as she watched the siding of the tracks disappear under her feet. Warm hands pulled at her waist and she fell in the car; a young Candor girl slid her next to the door and she let out a sigh.

"Thanks," she breathed out.

The two looked to each other before bursting out into laughter as they took in the other's appearance. Beatrice's wind blown hair was plastered against her mouth, while her clothes were ripped and torn in places. The Candor looked no better, the rust from the beams stained the white of her jacket and her black hair was stuck to her face at all angles.

"Christina, nice to meet you."

"Beatrice."

Christina looked to the now closed door and grinned, "Are they trying to kill us?"

"I have no clue," she replied.

So there they sat and relaxed as they traveled through the city, the others in the car were mainly transfers with a few Dauntless born mixed in here and there. Without warning the doors opened again and people leaned out to see what was going on, Beatrice got up and leaned her head out the doors and gasped. "They're jumping!" she cried out and everyone not at the door ran to it.

The building the others jumped to was approaching quickly and the transfers began to freak out, "What if we don't?" one person asked.

"Then Al, you'll be Factionless," another answered before jumping out. He was soon followed by Al, and Beatrice looked to Christina and they nodded.

"Together?"

"Together," Beatrice linked their hands together and the walked to the back wall before running out to the door. She used her other hand to shield her face from the wind. Christina clenched her hand tightly as they sailed through the air, but let go once their backs hit gravel. Beatrice rubbed her arms to soothe the pain but laughed with Christina as they stood on wobbly feet.

Joining a forming crowd they saw a tattooed man, his brown hair and dark eyes stood out against his slightly tanned face. His baritone voice stopped many in their tracks, "Here begin's stage one, down there is the way into Dauntless. My name is Four, and I will be your instructor from now."

Some transfers looked over the edge and saw a large gaping hole staring back at them, "Is there water at the bottom or something?"

"Why don't you find out?" and when no one volunteered to jump he added, "Or not. The choice is yours? So who jumping first?" Beatrice looked around to see if anyone was brave enough to go, but none stepped forward.

"Me," she shocked herself by saying that but he relented and gestured for her to do so. She shakily took off her jacket and threw it to the side, completely ignoring someone's jab at her. With a deep breath she looked down before stepping off the side, and there was no screaming for her. Only a sharp gasp when she hit a net, and bounced back into the air before settling on the net. A giggle escaped her as one side was pushed down for her to slide off, she gasped once more as she looked in blue eyes.

Those once kind blue eyes she knew from the past were gone and instead was dull ones. His combed back hair was shaved at the sides and the piercings in his eyebrows and ears told her he was a new man. "Name?" he asked.

"It's Bea-" but she cut herself off at the last moment. Causing him to tilt his head at her, with an eyebrow raised.

"Is it a hard one?"

"Tris, my name is Tris."

The new Eric looked at her sharply before calling out, "First jumper Tris!" The cries of the Dauntless congratulating her fell on deaf ears as she stared in his eyes. He lead her to the side away from the net, and before leaving he murmured into her ear. "Its great to see you again Beatrice," he pulled away from her quickly as a blur of black and red fell into the net with a yell.

So she stood there as he walked away, and she couldn't help but to feel a little betrayed.

The once dazzling temptation that the Dauntless held was blown away as Beatrice found herself in a sea of black shadows. Lost with only her one friend Christina as her hope, but she didn't see Eric's wanting gaze on her. As Christina came to stand next to her all Beatrice could think of was how much her friend had changed.

Hope you guys like this! Just a side note I may not be updating this often, due to me being busy.

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