Fandom: Inception
Couple: Arthur / Eames
Notes: Oh, this fic. THIS FIC. Dedicated to put up with me cursing in twitter and in person. IS HERE. Based on the backstory where Eames and Arthur are known before the movie, having been military.
* : I edited this fic to take part in the end that, after rereading, I realized I was more than enough. \u0026lt;3
Warnings: finish at 6am. Without betear. Obstuso intentionally. Spoilers.small on the handset, calling her name. He reaches into his pocket and picks up his dice. He kneels down and drops three times: two, three and four.
- It is not necessary ... - Start, opening the window with a pull - How long?
- A couple of hours. - A
couple of hours. Christ, Eames ...
- Six hours, okay? Six damn ...
Arthur looks out the window and soaked from the waist up. Eames waves his hand, a tiny dot in motion, and the line in your ear becomes static. Ariadne
was pulled over before he had removed the line. His eyes red, but the dry face, fortunately. Arthur does not know what to do when the geneyou cry. Ready to many disagreements, but not for that.
- gave us an awful fright - Ariadne tapped his shoulder, smiling with his eyes still wet. Arthur
flashes.
- What ...? Dom
sits next to him, very serious, almost laconic. Between Ariadne and he are by unbalancing the chair.
- Never again - Dom squeezing too hard shoulder -. No more experiments - says, slow and serious.
Arthur shakes his head. All you feel is vague (family) seemed to have been traveling a long, long time:
Jet lag. Close your eyes and lean back to collect his ideas, but the grip on his shoulder becomes painful and over- Why do you care?
- I found you, honey. No Ariadne, with their sweet tones. No Cobb, which, let me tell you, it's really flattering. Dominic Cobb could not find you. And I found myself. In London!
Arthur is reluctant to pull the phone out the window.
- My subconscious is none of your - concerned.
- Ah, we are making progress. Admit, then, that your subconscious mind let me find you. In London
.
- London is a beautiful city, Eames. It's not you. Eames
is quiet for too long. Arthur silent silence since leaving her rolling on the floor again and again.
- were not in London - Eames says suddenly -. At first.Christ, Ariadne appeared in ... New York. Cobb was in Florence. Apparently the tower had a staircase Giotto endless. And New York did not stop rebuilding. All mirrors buildings and modern constructions. Nothing surprising about your illustrious party, of course.
- What are you talking about?
- London, Arthur. I'm talking about exact copies of the streets and the most wonderful ... constructions. Casas. I lied in the cellar, you know? It was more beautiful than the original version, dammit. Every bloody detail, every corner, was a more beautiful ...
- Are you drunk? Eames
laughs, sincerely cheerful and sparkling line.
- Like a fish, dear.
?
- I think you found in a labyrinth designed by your own subconscious. That speaks pretty close, especially emotional - his eyes sparkle.
Arthur has no idea why it works with this bunch of lunatics.
- You may have a point - it starts, taking a sip of wine. Ariadne raises his eyebrows -. Eames and I have more years of experience working together. My subconscious must be more adapted to their presence to other people, that is intolerable. Ariadne seems disturbingly
disappointed. Arthur does not mention that the only time he and Eames tried to work as a team, Arthur ended up shooting
sleep outside (not given, unfortunately). Only ho.
- seven years I've been thinking it was not worth it, honey. So, my apologies - it seems truly sorry. Arthur just stop frowning surprise.
- Sorry, Eames, but - coughs, trying not to smile, because this is absolutely ridiculous
-. Your approval is not exactly ... What are you doing here? Eames
passed a hand across his face, with another sigh. He reaches for the bottle of Gin.
- I've seen London in your head, Arthur - Eames tilts his head, pathetic expression -. And I've fallen in love.
Arthur knew he could not raise both eyebrows. Eames smiles, suddenly, with all the teeth.
- You have imagination. That meantand surprising. It is even appropriate.
- what, exactly? - Arthur makes a vague gesture toward his desk, but both know what you mean. Dom
frown, how choosing his words carefully. Finally shakes his head.
- I really do not remember anything?
- clearly no, no.
Suddenly, Dom and supports leans his forehead against her hair. Arthur sighs and closes her eyes. Mal Strange as pain, phantom limb. Oh, Mal would be on them, calling them foolish children, telling Arthur that he was lucky and is not counted twice, with his crooked smile. Kinda like
Eames.
No, Christ, what is thinking, nothing like Eames.
- I was looking for something - he admits, very sharp. Dom sighed over it, deeply tired.
- Your totem? Arthur
focuses on the image as turning on a flat surface, showing five and over. Inhale and for the first time, focuses on the gap that appears every time you try to remember.
- Yes No. I had my totem. I was looking ...
- ... to save it. Hide - Dom mumbles and Christ, that is, Arthur shrinks himself, memories and flashes of light behind her eyelids - Arthur?
- I'm OK - raising a hand, without opening his eyes and can feel
Dom
how he relaxes on -. I'm fine. Just ... I'm fine. Dom
seats againstor routine.
- Are you sleeping with Cobb? - Welcomes the familiar accent.
- Eames - answers. Then processes - What?
- I have first-hand, baby, that were being
cuddles during office hours. It is truly shameful and unprofessional, I must say.
Arthur hangs up and drops into bed. I let it ring until it causes headaches.
- What the fuck you want?
- Are you sleeping with Cobb? - Repeat, too gay, completely incongruous.
- No - replied, half horrified by the mere idea, half knowing that the hope that this response is satisfactory enough to end the convs, Arthur. We have a job - is Cobb, sounding vaguely amused - Can you fly to Los Angeles in the morning? Arthur
can not avoid taking the die and run it on the nightstand. Cornering
Yusuf at night after the first day of the next job. Yusuf's face becomes a masterpiece of resignation and drama. Arthur probably expected to kill him.
Arthur is quite proud of its reputation, in fact.
- It was not your fault - he says, shrugging. Yusuf -. raises eyebrows I volunteered for an experiment. You said that the dose was unstable, as well as powerful. He knew what he was doing.
- ... there are some questions you would like to makeconstituents that have evolved from and what exactly Somnacin giving him, causing him to fall by the metaphorical hole. Tide will try to follow every angle, but finally understands just what it should take is to Yusuf and his sober expression, his eyes bright and phrases intrigued. He says enough about what really happened and will not stop to understand in words, not only in details like that. Da
another drink your vodka and drop the tie.
Yusuf is interrupted by Eames, suddenly sitting next to him and yelling at a waiter. Arthur coughs into his fist, surprise. Yusuf raises an eyebrow at him, amused.
- Cobb said he would be here. Do not want to miss the fun - a chicdivine justice do, Mr Eames.
- Oi! - Arthur groans and laughs and stops a taxi for two.
Eames Arthur is kissing the wall of the bathroom in your hotel and have not even turned on the light. Faced with seemingly every damn piece of furniture in their way and Eames complains with "uff" to hit the sink, laughing in his open mouth and strokes his cheek with his nose. Arthur can feel their laughter among them, the movements of his chest when breathing.
- Sky - whispers Eames, dropping to his neck with your jaw scraping -. Arthur.
- quiet - so short, but with smile on the pitch, in spite of himself. Eames
kisses him again and again Arthur push againstLXC
is a possible job in South Dakota, dated a couple of months to years. Saito recommended them.
Arthur has his heart pounding and moist lips, and every time you close your eyes hear a damn phone ringing, you can feel the walls transformed beyond its hands, beyond its perception as a whole.
Close the door behind him.
slumping on a bench opposite the beach. Ironically, your mind insists remind Middle Eastern scenes. Eames has got the face of Miller in the head and is distracted trying to remember when he met
Mallorie, Mal, s'il plaît you. Her beautiful eyes and impish smile. When Mal-s'il-te-plaît introduced him to Dominic Cobb, Doto him.
- Trying to guess where you can be, to go for you. A track would not be ungrateful here, honey.
- You're not serious.
- Or I'll call me or Cobb, Arthur. You have no idea what I'm serious now. Arthur
mouth opens and closes a couple of times, baffled even the loss of their vocabulary. - I have not slept in nearly forty days - he admits, finally, too tired to really think about anything else -. Not without liabilities.
can hear again the same string of insults muttered away from the headset, now with the sound of a door.
- I walked down the main street near the hotel - continued, throwing itza back and watching the sky -. Wait five minutes. Then back to my apartment. Eames
laughs.
- And how were you walking?
- At least half an hour - smiles -. See, Mr Eames.
- Son of a bitch - enough to hear, in a soft tone.
Close your eyes and keep the phone in the pocket of his jacket.
- Eames said that has not been sleeping well - Dom says, leaning on his desk -. O sleep, in general. Ariadne
turn from their models, with an expression that clearly asks "What Eames know about your sleeping habits because ...?"
- I can sleep perfectly well when we are working- Evade, Ariadne giving a look of frowning. Ariadne, which often abuse their status of "child prodigy" sticks out her tongue. And these are the best criminal enterprise-level intelligence in the world, God -. While I appreciate your concern.
Dom smiles with wrinkled eyes. Arthur sighs. Dom's return to parenthood is influenced too much on areas where it is frankly ridiculous.
- I'm fine.
- You're saying that very often. - are acting as mothers, Cobb - leans back in his chair and raises it is reviewing the report -. We work.
- I will not explain why the brain needs sleep natural, Arthur, you know - Sun rises from the deskwe talk, you mentioned that the feeling of fall meant a loss of control ... - Yusuf stops, looking at the expression of Arthur and starting again, with greater caution: - You have more control over space and clarity on waking. This can cause an effect "reset" on your level of sleep, which is what has changed, right?
- OK - Arthur answered, avoiding looking at the group while on the chairs.
Eames sits next to him.
- I'm with you - now all eyes are focused on him, but looking directly at Arthur Eames - Do you really want to list my reasons?
- You can go to hell, Eames, and could not care less - answering, opening and pulling LIABILITIESlines, ignoring as Dom striding out of the noise floor, Ariadne behind him farewell with a smile.
- This looks good. Already sounding like you before. Arthur
makes an obscene gesture. Eames laughs and grabs his wrist, to place the line. - I must admit I honestly want to see what is there further. "Germany? Is Russia? - With the other hand he struck his forehead with a finger. Arthur
tapped his arm and then the neck, almost in one motion particularly fast. Something I learned in the East. Eames complaint back with eyes wide open, but begins to smile almost immediately.
- Fantastic.
- Fuck you. Yusuf
and feeln an ice in the middle of the two, smiling, as both have just reached their own lines. Eames seems particularly amused by this. - Equivalence is a hundred and twenty-minute die as though escape is possible, I'd rather not proved it yet. "Two minutes?
Arthur Eames looks before answering.
- Five - sounds quite resigned, even his own ears. Eames smiles too -. Five minutes. Yusuf
smiles even more. Arthur
close your eyes to refrain from shooting them both in the face.
Arthur opens his eyes in an amusement park they visited in Glasgow, before traveling to Paris: bright lights, deafening music. Eamesholds his hand, his eyes wide open, without trying to hide printing. After a long, very long silence, Arthur begins to try to get loose.
- What?
- Congratulations, love - Eames whispers, barely audible under the noise of the games and holding her hand stubbornly -. You just officially back
interesting. Not that you were not before, mostly, but ... - Eames whistle. Arthur
pushes and takes his trip to explore the surroundings. No projections and beyond the park boundaries, there is only land, flat and without vegetation, as far as the eye.
- There is a fucking haunted house! - Eames seems to be to applaud - Mugs crazy! Wheel fortuna!
- must have had a very sad childhood - said Arthur, slurred vocals. Eames
laughs, as if he would have answered something funnier.
- Arthur - begins with bright eyes, gasped -. There is a haunted house. In an amusement park. In your subconscious
. Arthur
crinkles her nose, giving the point. Dreams of a green expanse, beyond the exit, along with a number of buildings. Begins to walk, trying to ignore Eames behind him. It does, until you reach the fence, mostly because Eames is very quiet, carefully observing every detail. Arthur dreams of a gun in his belt, just in case. When it returns, andat the door, grateful to have done, because Eames is no longer behind him.
Arthur is alone, in the space beyond the entrance to the park where the grass begins just created.
- I think we're not in Britain, Toto. Arthur
not shoot because it takes nearly seven hours looking for him, but tempts him while his hands are shaking. Eames is smoking, leaning against the ledge of a building that Arthur went on impulse, a reproduction of several in which Sheraton has stayed as long as a last resort. Architectural franchise hates and hates the damn Sheraton. Although not as much as he hates Eames at this very moment. Do not know if you hated someone so much as now Eames, CHTMLX, And steals a cigarette.
- Miller, Mallorie, Raoul ... - Keep your head down -. Eames Definitely not the beloved Great Britain, no. Arthur
not ask where is wrong or is doing. Instead he plays with the views of the buildings, structures created between them impossible. The projections, like a flock of sheep, nor flinch.
- How much is left? - Eames question, taking the cigar with a movement so fast that you do not feel your fingers.
- Three hours and a quarter or so.
Eames
And finally smiles, and playful wolf.
- Want to explore?
- Can you think of something better? - Asked, shrugging. Eames laughs throwing her headfollow.
will have to ensure that Saito is the first to know. Dom
touches the sides of the head.
- Do you think it worked? Arthur sees
Eames
up and walk toward the exit of the corner of my eye, but not moving.
- It worked - he says, without really knowing if he's lying or not.
Two days later, has stayed a few hours each night. Dom questioned him as if it were part of the job.
- You can quit, seriously - laugh, because hey, even woke up last night listening to a phone that does not really exist. Dom smiles at him with raised eyebrows, curious, but no questions asked.
- Eames, could you ...? - The vAriadne oz is lost in a flurry of metal - Oh, God, Eames! Are you okay?
Dom and Arthur turn quickly, but only Arthur da strides into space after several pillars where Ariadne has set up his workshop.
Eames is on the floor, blinking in surprise, with several thick iron bars at his side.
- were put there - Ariadne gesturing toward one of the pillars, explaining to Arthur for some reason -. Should have removed them, but ...
- Hey, hey - Eames smiles, with a little tight in the corner of his mouth -. I'm fine - raises his hands and fingers move -. In addition, it was my fault. I should have fixed. Ariadne
tilts, but Arthur is faster, giving pasos missing and stretching a hand to Eames, who no longer look at Ariadne, his hands raised and a smile stupidly ridiculous honestly.
- OK? - Insists Eames.
- Oh, well. Someone would say it was about me that
fell almost two tons of iron, God - Ariadne shakes his head, laughing. Just looked away, Eames stands alone with a tight hand on his thigh, from Arthur, who shrugs and straightens instinctively easily pretend indifference.
- OK? - Repeated in a whisper low, just Ariadne turns to revise their models have been damaged.
- Perfectly, Arthur - Eames replied, shaking his pants casually -. Perfectly. CHTMhur. Many unexpected, many others ... - Eames drops his arm with a jerk - You want to tell you what I saw?
It's like going to fall, like falling thirty, fifty stories to feel. Arthur could shake. God, who will put the idea of teamwork? Do you originated an idea triggered a Fischer? "It originated some Eames, being in your mind?
Shake your head, slow, clumsy. Somewhat embarrassed.
- No.
- Ya - Eames looks up and puts his fists in the pockets of his coat -. London was not in any case. That shit was not London. It was a bastard child of London and New York and clueless, Paris, perhaps Mombay. It was to go mad, if we are not and everyone. Arthur
shakes. A brisit does not. He stays in the same corner, with Eames coat over his shoulders, an atrocity and cruelty plush animal, fifteen minutes.
For once, the phone really awake.
- Hi - I answered, without opening his eyes.
- Arthur - is Eames. Sounds extremely drunk. Arthur opens his eyes and sits up in bed -. Dear
. If you had said something ... if you had ...
- Where are you? - Question. Even heard, for over a stupid buzzing in your ears.
- Uhm? No idea - Eames laughs, honest and cheerful and oh, God, Arthur is so, so screwed.
- Do you see anything familiar?
- joking, honey. I'm outthe bar where we went the other day, with Ariadne and Yusuf y. .. had a very pretty girl, Arthur. Very, very pretty. Endless legs and tits ...
- Where - insists, while using one of its mobile parts for Ariadne and Yusuf send text messages
dnd bar were the NAWS c / Eames? IMPORTANT
- I wanted to dance with me - continues Eames - as ... as Mary. Michigan was as Mary, Mary Miller. Eme. Eme's
Mallorie! - Eames severe coughing a laugh, delighted.
- Aha - Arthur replied, eyes fixed on the mobile.
- And I could not stop thinking about you, how much I wanted to touch. So I said no thanks, no. What do you think, love? I'm still thinking ... - Eagrowls months, abruptly, low, very clear reasons. Arthur
opens and closes the mouth, but nothing comes out, nothing crosses your head, rather than
shit, motherfucker, damn
. Lower hand to readjust. Just for that.
- and it sucks, you know? It sucks, all you have there. All that damn beautiful, all those damn ideas and shadows, and Mallorie, amid all ... You know what I said?
- Did you talk to Mal
? - Quacks. Eames laughs, probably him, wet and mangy.
- What if I talked to Mal .. God, love, you have no idea. You have no fucking idea. And it's a fucking shame, because I have not seen a single damn thing in your head that explains why ... CHTMLor shadow, to the smallest detail around and there was ... were. In a ... home - to Eames seems to cost to put their ideas into words -. All. With them.
Then the phone in your hand vibrates and Arthur opened his eyes to the direction of a bar a few blocks from his building. He gets up and walks to the window, opened it with a jerk.
There is a point of color in motion against the wall of the building next door.
- Eames, are you out of my building?
- almost, love. Almost there.
Arthur swears under his breath and closes the window, holding the phone between your shoulder and your jaw to put on shoes.
- Tell me - ordered -. Tell me about, of that house.
ion so good for your spine, or neck. With eyes closed and still half asleep, conscious of the presence in his apartment, but also aware that his confidence is (surprise, surprise), Eames catches it off guard, putting a hand on his back.
Arthur starts, but fails to turn. Eames squeezes her shoulders a bit as a warning, mostly trying to loosen the muscles taut like cords. Stupid metaphor, but ridiculously noises suitable for Arthur Loose, unable to contain them, just awake and somewhat disturbed by ... everything. Eames and his apartment and am in the same equation. Presses her lips, but his throat vibrated with serious groans trailing down her back in earthquakes. Elove the note, obviously. Turn over the couch and climbs sharply Arthur with the same speed. She kisses him, however, gently, as trying anything, as if they had all the time in the world.
- I have two tickets to London - said, kissing her cheek - and I want you with me. Arthur
close your eyes and instead of answering, put his hand under his shirt. Eames grabs her hair and pulls.
- I know you have an enviable ear, baby. That was a question. Now you answer. Arthur
just opened her eyes and smiles, as irritating as possible. Eames raises his eyebrows, his face distorted by a smile mangy. Lower your hand slowly up his thigh, his knee, his head buried in his neck while muXC - I know your whole personality is based on emotional repression - murmurs, rough and with a tone too desperate for words, resting their foreheads together - but I really think that would help our work plan as the best band in the world of corporate espionage without ending all dead, which stick out a few things to light, from time to time. Arthur
separated from it, to study its expression: funny, serious, solemn, sarcastic and a bit nervous.
- How long have you ... - Panting, breathing in the corner of his lips - ... preparing that speech?
- We went to acorralarte tonight - Eames lopsided smiles and kisses him.
- Ok - Arthur shrugs and attacks the muscle notifLXC
- I hate it. With passion
- Eames smiles, nodding -. All my family is there. Arthur
pushes her shoulders, feeling her eyebrows deforming face.
- Are you saying you want to introduce to your family?
- We had a procession of centuries
love. I still do not see why you can surprise - uff! - Eames complains to fall over against the back of the chair, while Arthur runs to the chair where his jacket to make the die. After making it turn a little over ten times, try to change the architecture around it. Eames
When he realizes the reason Arthur was interrupted
a preamble for a pretty decent
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