Hello Folks! Welcome to my Inception FanFic! I've been planning this one for a long time, so, I hope all of you dreamers like it!

I do not own Inception. My mind may be brilliant, but not THAT brilliant.

Chapter One: Alyssa's POV

I grabbed the metal suitcase lying in front of me. The second I touched it, a dozen men in black suits and sunglasses came running at me. I sprinted towards the exit of the building, thinking of a paradox to use on these men.

I reached a staircase, and transformed them into Penrose steps. I ran around in a circle, and they gladly followed. When I reached the end of the steps, I stepped out of the way, and they fell at least twenty feet down. I smirked, and continued towards the exit.

Once I reached the street, there was a crowd of people. This wasn't something I expected, but when I saw them raise their guns at me, I willed a giant wall of concrete to surround me.

He's being harsh today. I thought to myself, but that thought disappeared when I heard music coming out of nowhere. I laid down, closed my eyes, and waited for the kick.

I opened my eyes, and I was back in my Dad's private office. He was writing down what I presumed was my information for today's trial.

"How'd I do?"

"You did fine, Alyssa. You actually handled that last part better than I expected."

"Good." I replied. He had a glass of water for me, and I drank it all at once. My father smirked, and put away the PASIV device. He was part of the dream-sharing business, and now I would be as well.

"I have to leave for a job tomorrow. You can manage, right?" he asked me. I nodded. "Good. I'll be working with some amateurs, so this job shouldn't be too rough."

"You're not working with Dom?" I asked him. He usually paired up with Dom Cobb, an excellent extractor. And when Dom was involved, so was Eames, Yusuf, and now Ariadne and Saito. I knew all about them, and their missions together. But, they didn't know I even existed. My father was good at keeping secrets, including me.

"No. Not this time. He just got home to Phillipa and James. He won't take any jobs for a while." My father said. He stood up, and began to leave the room. I followed him out, and he locked the door behind us.

My father started teaching me all about dream-sharing when I was six. I'm twelve now, and an expert for my age. He has taught me to be an extractor, an architect, and the basics of being a chemist and a forger. But I am best at the job he fulfills; point-man. Because I'm like my father, it's the easiest job for me to do. I'm detail oriented, and physically able to do the jobs needed. My father gives me missions twice a week when he's not gone on a job, and I usually finish them in record time. But, he also doesn't go as hard on me as he could. I guess it's just a fatherly instinct.

"Alyssa?" my father asks as we walk down the hall.

"Yes?"

"If I'm not back within the week, go to Dom's place." He says. We've arrived at his bedroom.

"But he doesn't know who I am."

"He doesn't have to." My father says. He begins to pack his small black suitcase. "If I'm in trouble, the first one they'll try to lure in to save me is him. He'll be looking for a point-man."

"Do you want me to…?"

"Yes Alyssa. He probably won't take you, considering your age, but you're the best choice available."

"That's just because you're the one getting saved." I retorted. My father smiled.

"Don't underrate yourself."

After that I headed to my room, as I always did, and fell asleep. No dreams entered my mind, because dreaming with a device cancels out the natural ability to dream. I woke up to find my father gone, with a note from him on the table, reminding me just in case I forgot.

But I couldn't forget. Who would forget anything having to do with their father, especially if your father was the all amazing Arthur DeCrette?