Arthur took in the sights around him. There was a plunging cliff, a vast ocean, and a beautiful sunset. It's only a dream, but he enjoyed it anyway. Ariadne stood near him, also admiring the sunset and the ocean. Due to their work, they don't always get chances to relax. After the job was finished, Ariadne and Arthur decided to stay back a little while. They hated to let a good dream go to waste. Their hands intertwined- but only for a moment.
"Bloody beautiful," a familiar voice said.
Oh yeah, and of course there was Eames, always there and ready to ruin it.
Arthur sighed and tried to ignore him. Eames felt extremely put out. How could he possibly stand there and not try to get Arthur's attention after watching him give Ariadne the sexy eye during the entire mission? And Ariadne, always smiling back.
It was starting to piss Eames off.
So when Arthur continued to ignore him, he really couldn't help himself. It wasn't entirely his fault. Personally, Eames blamed it on hormones. Arthur blamed it on Eames's personality. Either way, it happened.
Eames whistled innocently and bumped his hip against Ariadne's. She stumbled in surprise and slipped right off the edge of the cliff, falling, falling, falling towards the water.
Arthur turned and looked, horrified, down the edge, and then made a furious face at Eames. "Eames! What the hell!"
"It was an accident!" he tried to say, but he was smiling. He at least had Arthur's attention. "Don't look at me like that, Love."
"Oh, well how am I supposed to look at you right after you push someone off a cliff? There are rocks down there!" Arthur was really, really angry, which only delighted Eames even more.
"Darling, this is a dream. She'll only wake up."
"That doesn't mean you can go pushing people off cliffs!" Arthur ran a hand through his hair. Sexy.
Eames gave Arthur's side a slight pinch. "It's only because I wanted alone time with you."
Arthur jolted and pushed him away. "Seriously Eames, how do we put up with you?"
"Because you love me," he said with a cocky grin. "Come on, admit it."
Suddenly Arthur frowned, crossed his arms, and stared. It was the perfect pose of determination. "You know what you need, Eames?"
"Besides you?"
"You need a taste of your own medicine."
Eames raises his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Arthur had pushed him off the cliff. The air was rushing in his ears, but he could still hear Arthur's voice.
"That would be a push!" he bellowed down the cliff.
Eames woke up with a gasp and a spasm. When he opened his eyes, Ariadne was standing there, staring down at him.
"What happened?" she demanded.
"Arthur pushed me off the cliff!"
"Good!" she then kicked him as hard as she could in the shin.
"OWWWW!" he wailed as he grabbed his shin and rocked back and forth in pain. Everyone must be in a bad mood today, he thought. They're actually fighting back.
He smiled again to himself once the pain went away. Maybe having Ariadne around wouldn't be so bad after all. He liked having someone to compete with.
Arthur remained in the dream a little longer, taking in the peace that would not be interrupted by Eames. Again he wondered why they put up with him and his shenanigans. He couldn't help but smile, but he quickly frowned again. This was not funny. Finally he sighed as he sat down on the edge and looked down. It was time to go scold Eames like a little kid. Again.