WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS
What follows here is a collection of short 'Inception' ficlets based on conversations between myself and the lovely Miss Burke. They're little something-somethings that she suggested I share with the world, and so here they are. Hopefully they'll amuse you as much as they did us.
Heads up for language, adult themes, exasperated Dom, a lack any sense of or respect for continuity, as well as Arthur and Eames being absolute cads.
Part 1: Test Run
Gasping awake, Eames moved quickly from the shock of being killed to frustration with being awake.
"You're back too early," Dom observed. "Something go wrong?"
Eames frowned in the still-sleeping Arthur's direction.
"He did."
Before Dom had the chance to ask what the hell Eames had meant, Arthur sat up and neatly removed his IV line. Eames yanked his out with far less delicacy.
"And what on God's green just happened?"
"It was a dream, Eames. A test run. A chance to iron out some kinks. We found one, and now we can fix it. There's a problem here?"
"You shot me!"
"I'll make sure the safety's on next time," Arthur said, brushing a possibly non-existent piece of lint off his sleeve as he pulled it down.
"You pointed damn thing at me and shot."
"Like I said, safety on next time."