DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION! No matter how much I wish I did….

A/N Real quickly I have to say this is kind of a different version of the movie The Proposal only with Ariadne and Arthur and like there are different reasons and motives but basic idea came from that I guess… but I don't own that either. Sorry had to do Arthur/Ariadne Romance story…. HAD TO… here…. Sorry rambling:

"There," I flung myself onto the bed, "Finally done unpacking."

It had been a week and I had finally gotten around to unpacking all of my things. And that was only because it was raining and everything I had wanted to do was interrupted by the storm. My apartment was finally clean. Now what was I supposed to do? Summer break was just beginning, and I didn't feel like going all the way back to the states to see my family. I had been all over the place in the past two or so months. Ireland, United Kingdom, various areas in the states, I had even gone to Russia. I was tired of traveling and I was glad to be back in France. The storm was somewhat soothing. It blocked out the sun completely making it look like night and the rain tapping against the window was music to my ears.

There was a knock at the door. I groaned and got up. I left the bedroom and went into the living area.

"Who is it?" I wasn't expecting anyone.

"Ariadne it's me, Arthur," I almost fainted at the sound of his voice. I hadn't seen him since the Fischer job. I felt like it had been years earlier but that was only because he was on the first team. The first team I had worked with anyways.

"Arthur," I swung the door open quickly. "What are you doing here?"

He looked horrible, well not horrible, but tired and wary. Everything was soaking from his hair all the way down to hi expensive designer shoes. I couldn't help but feel bad. He always took such care to look his best and dress in nothing less than suits.

"Can I… um… come in?" he asked quietly. I couldn't help but stare before I nodded.

"Thanks," he said. He stepped in, pulling two suitcases behind him. I closed the door and motioned for him to follow me.

"Need a towel?" I grabbed one from my bathroom and handed it to him. He smiled gratefully and took it from me.

"You look like hell," I remarked with a quiet laugh. He looked up at me, "Thank you."

"What happened?" I asked, helping him take off his suit jacket. There was no use though, everything was soaked. I sighed and pulled him into the kitchen. I got some more towels and tried as best as I could to help him dry off.

"Well… I was running and I guess I just found myself here." He answered quickly. I smiled, when he was in danger the first person he thought to come to was me. How sweet.

"I knew you would at least try to hide me since you… understood," he coughed.

"This isn't going to work… take off your shirt." I didn't mean for it to come out so demanding. He looked up at me, one eyebrow raised. I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my waist, "Don't be a little kid."

"Fine." He reached for the bottom of the collared shirt and pulled it up over his head. I averted my eyes for a moment then quickly looked back. Now I was being the little kid. I took the shirt and jacket. I would have asked for his pants as well but that was pushing it a little too far. I ran to the washing area and threw the things into the wash. I grabbed my robe and came back in. I draped it over his shoulders and he looked up, "thanks."

"Do you want something to drink. Hot chocolate, coffee… something alcoholic perhaps." I reached into my cupboard and looked around.

"Definitely something alcoholic," he laughed. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the few bottles I had. Pouring myself a glass and him some. I set it down in front of him and took a seat.

"Sorry," he said as he took a large sip.

"Not a problem… I was bored," I answered. We sat there wordless for a moment. I didn't know what to say. Could I ask about the others, would that make it look like I didn't care about him? Did he even care about talking or was he just stopping by for some help? I hadn't seen him in a long time and it made me forget how handsome he was. Even though he looked like he had just stepped out of the shower, it didn't hurt his appearance at all.

"How is…. everyone?" I broke the silence.

"Mmm?" he looked up. I had interrupted one of his deep thought sessions.

"The others?" I smiled hopefully. Then his familiar smile returned. It was that small one that he had shared with me before. When he was proud of my work or was just looking at me, "Yes the others… Fine… all fine."

"I hope you don't mind my asking… why are you in France?"

"My parents want me to come home this week…" he shuddered.

"Are they that bad?" I asked a smile coming across my face.

"No, they aren't bad at all," he put the drink down on the table. I frowned and moved to take a seat across from him. He waited for a moment.

"They think I'm married," he laughed.

"And you're not?" I asked, my eyes falling to his hand. There was nothing there.

"Of course not," he snapped offended, "I just had to tell them that to get them to stop trying to fix me up with people. That and I needed an excuse to why I rarely come to visit."

That didn't sound like a half bad idea. Though I could see many holes in the story. If he didn't have pictures or the fact that he didn't invite them to the wedding. Those could be problems.

"Problem is they expect me to bring her with me this time… and I don't even have a girlfriend to speak of," He was deep in thought now. His brown eyes stared at the tablecloth's pattern. Was he waiting for me to say something?

"Do you want me to do it?" the words slipped out of my mouth before I could really think them over.

"What?" he looked up at me. He wasn't the only one that was surprised. I sat back and avoided his gaze, "Um… yeah… sure… would you want to?"

"I really have nothing better to do," it wasn't a lie at least. I looked around the apartment.

"That would mean you would have to pretend to be like… married to me," he stammered.

"I understand," I laughed. Was it really such a bad idea? Why couldn't we just pretend that we were married. It was only going to be for a week or two. How horrible could that be? Plus it wasn't like there wasn't a little something there. He obviously liked me or he wouldn't have tried to kiss me. I could have liked him, he was charming and sweet, why couldn't we be a couple? It could totally be believable.

"Thank you so much!" He jumped up and came around the table to give me a hug. I laughed and pushed him away from me, "We're not husband and wife yet."

"Sorry about that," he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. I stood up and sighed, "Where are you parents?" I really wasn't looking forward to traveling more. It was going to suck to be on another airplane and or train. The ride always took forever, even when it was short. I was fed up with traveling in fact.

"They live a little while outside the city. Short drive," he said casting a glance to the window. Rain still tapped against the pain. It was dark even though it was only the afternoon. I flipped on the kitchen light and smiled.

"You can hang here till then, I guess." I said gesturing towards the rest of the apartment, "Seeing as you have nothing else." I looked over towards the two suitcases he did have. One was the large black box that I immediately recognized as a PASIV holder. The other was a small one that I knew he kept his belongings in.

"Thank you… I really didn't mean to push this on you," he apologized.

"Like I said, I have nothing better to do," I laughed. "Wait."

"What?" he froze.

"Aren't we going to make this official?" I asked turning in my seat. He laughed and got down on his knee. I tried to ignore the fact that he was soaking wet, without a shirt on with only a women's robe to cover him, because otherwise I knew I would laugh. He took my hand and looked up at my eyes. His were gleaming with laughter.

"Ariadne," a laugh broke through, "Will you do the honor of marrying me?"

"I would love to Arthur," I pulled him into a hug. This time I didn't care. He pulled away and laughed. "Better get ready. It's going to be a long two weeks."

I watched as he headed into the other room to change his cloths. "I look forward to it!"

Oh if you read any of my other stories I have a note:

I unfortunately can no longer continue three of them. Two have already been removed from my profile because I just didn't know where I was going and I have to take off one of the others To Remember or Not to Remember because I didn't know what to say or do. I am sorry if you hoped for updates with that story but I just couldn't the same with The Dream and I dreamed that Love would never die. I just didn't know what to do so they are all going to be removed. That will leave my favorite inception stories and this one… so just a heads up!