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"Ariadne, not this agai-"
"Please."
"OK, what can I do for you pet?" Eames asks, keeping his voice low and calm. He's trying to apprehend your points, but he never listens, not properly anyway.
"He doesn't answer my calls." You say in a dejected tone, running a hand through your hair.
"Give the guy some space."
"I have."
"Well, give him more. He's stubborn."
xxx
You look up at the grey skyline. White, murky clouds illuminated by silent strikes of lightning. It's raining fiercely. The bitter, sharp drops falling harshly, soaking your hair and penetrating your clothes.
Then you see the back of Cobb.
He's slightly in the distance, head looked up towards a narrow, ash building. You try walking over to him but your legs don't comply, freezing on the concrete.
"Cobb," you yell, needing him to turn around, needing to know whats going.
"Cobb!" No answer, never an answer. The rains getting heavier, smashing into your face till red dots are visible on your skin.
"He can't here you." Says a smooth voice from the right of you. You don't turn around because it's always the same person, always the same accent, always the same scenerio.
"I'm sorry." You say because it needed said, because you'll always feel guilty no matter how many times you repeat it. Robert smiles down at you, the same assuring smile that always appears in this situation. Even now it brings you comfort, knowing your not alone in Cobb's shadows.
"She's beautiful, you know." He nods in the direction infront of you. You look at Robert, his intense, aqua eyes cast upon the very same ash building.
xxx
He's hooked up, dim and lifeless. The most peaceful Cobb's ever looked.
You hook yourself up even though he knows nothing of your appearance.
You enter his world.
xxx
"Why won't he turn around?" Robert puts an arm around your shoulder, embracing you in his arm.
"Why won't he turn around!"
"She's beautiful." He states.
"Robert-" He threads his fingers through your dark, chestnut waves, grasping gently at the back of your neck.
"He'll never hear you." The rain's flooding down now, more violent than before that it's pushing your body down till you're afraid it will crush your very being.
Even in the freezing cold with just a thin white shirt and unbuttoned waistcoat he's smiling, always smiling. The sky's becoming more clouded, shading ever ounce of light till your sight is vague and misty.
Robert's fading, walking over to Cobb till he's standing next to him but still facing you.
Your safe harbours gone and you're alone, you can't move, you can't breathe.
"Cobb! Robert!" You plea along with salted tears touching your lips and scolding your cheeks crimson.
xxx
"Sorry," a slight smile warms his face, "you're not a kid."
He leans down to kiss your lips softly and cautiously; wary of your reaction. Your anger at him bleeds through and you kiss him harshly, biting and sucking at his bottom lip.
He's surprised but continues with the same aggression, moving his hand under your top and clutching the bare skin of your hip, pressing you against the wall. You grab his neck for leverage, grasping his hair. The moist creases of his swollen lips trail feverishly along your neck, his tongue sweeping along your jawline till it meets your lips again. You wrap your legs around him, crossing them behind his waist and tightening your grip.
You panic at how fast it's moving. The kind of panic that rushes through your body, stops at your throbbing cliterous and arches your back till you fully against him, feeling him getting hard. His forehead rests against yours and he laughs, you do the same.
xxx
It's changed.
The dim, dusky sky with constant rain is still the same. But this time you're sitting on a soaked, wooden bench in the middle of a deserted park. No-one else around apart from him, always him.
"Why are you here?" You ask. He's of no importance in your life, just a memory that lingers in your head and eats at every truth you've known. Guilt so strong it's taken a form.
"Because you need me to be."
Silence.
"Why can't he hear me?"
"He chooses not to." The inevitable answer that always comes from Robert's mouth and no matter how much you hear it, it still stabs you straight in the stomach, steel lingering then pulled out quickly like a bandage.
"He's lost himself and doesn't want to be found." Robert says and smiles. Always that same damn smile.
This is new. Robert has never said this before and that helps, it shows you're getting somewhere, not just stuck in the same vicious circle.
"Why won't you wake me up?"
Memories flash like broken fragments of a once known life, reflecting ever piece of emotion you've ever felt.
It all disappears, just like that.
"You've lost yourself and don't want to be found."
xxx
"You've not called in a while, was starting to get worried."
"Give it time, you said."
"Cobb told me," pity oozes from Eames voice, "If I knew it was that serious Ariadne... you should have told me."
"He told you? It was one time, it meant nothing."
Liar.
"And here's me thinking you were bloody saint."
xxx
"You infected my mind!" Black gun angled in hand, rain drips from his sleek hair onto his face. Mixing with his not so subtle tears.
Your face is buried in your hands, tears leaking from your eyes, "I'm sorry."
"I don't know who I am."
You look up. He changes the direction of the gun and points it towards his temple. You run at him, grabbing his arm and forcing it down so the gun can do no harm.
"Limbo!" You scream, not wanting to be alone, not wanting him to be forever trapped.
He smiles, that same, stupid, comforting smile while he pulls the trigger.
xxx
"FRIENDS CONSIDER FISCHER JR MENTAL STATE AFTER-" You look at the bold, black headline, another episode in the Fischer scandal.
Robert's memory and mind conjuring up events that never happened, Roberts Paranoia, Robert's depression.
The papers lie. Well, you hope they lie.
xxx
He's standing in the distance, perfect as ever. The closer you get to him the hazier he gets, but you still manage to grab onto his shoulders and for the first time, look at his face.
"You're waiting for a train." Cobb says, desperation in his eyes.
"Ari!" Robert yells from behind you.
"Cobb, listen to me-"
"A train that will take you far away." An onslaught of rain bombards down, splashing roughly on every dark surface.
"We need to get out of here!"
"You know where you hope this train will take you."
"Ariadne, nothings real!" Roberts desperately calling you, getting closer. The thunder's started, faintly blackening the sky till it's black. Never light.
"But you can't know for sure," Cobb smiles now, pressing the pad of his thumb to your cheek.
"We need to wake up, together!"
"Yet it doesn't matter." He's still smiling. Everything about him content.
"Cobb, stop it!"
"Now tell me why?" Cobb asks, bracketing your face with his palms, blue eyes intent on your answer. Your crying because there's nothing else to do, nothing else to make sense out of because nothing does make sense.
"Where are we?" You say calmly. Smiling weakly and resting your hand around his neck.
Robert's got hold off you now, arms wrapped around your stomach, pulling you away from Cobb. You resist, kick, scream and scratch while Cobb just smiles. Just smiling at your desperation to be close to him again.
Your faraway now and crying, tears streaming into Roberts white shirt as you crumple it in your hands, pulling it close to your face. He's warm from running and his hair wet and sticking up in all directions due to the rain. You cry more. He rakes his hand through your hair, hooking his thumb under your chin.
"Time to wake up."
He smiles, always smiling. You smile back, a petty, sad smile, but a smile all the same.
"I wonder what would happen if the sun went out." He says.
