Author's Notes: Hello everyone! I got inspired to do another story. But have no fear! I am still working on my other one as well. Anywho, please enjoy this little story of mine. I plan on making it with multiple chapters if it's received positively.

Well, with that, I do NOT own the characters, I do NOT make money off of this thingy, but yeah, I DO have ownership of this little plot thing.

So, happy reading to all who read!

Summery: Eames feels that Arthur lacks a healthy dose of adrenaline, but it isn't that easy to get it into his system.

Lack There Of

Chapter One: Just Jump

Staring over an edge.

It was a heck of a way down. Hundreds of feet, most likely. At the bottom of the cliff there was the sea, thrashing against a wall made of rock. If one were to take the leap and not die half way through the free fall, the moment they'd hit the water a slow and painful demise would be their future.

Their last future.

Arthur was the one looking down at the ocean. The wind felt like it was blowing a hundred miles an hour. He felt cold, but he didn't necessarily mind it. It wasn't like it was real. It was just a dream. Well, of sorts anyhow.

Him and Eames were just kind of there, waiting for the rest of the team in an abandon warehouse. And there was the PASIV. Eames suggested they take it for a spin, have some fun to pass the time. Naturally Arthur said no, that they should wait and be patient. And naturally, Eames wouldn't take that as an answer. He started calling Arthur a chicken, saying he didn't know how to live, and that risks were necessary in life, even if it were a small one. So Arthur heaved a sigh, and went into Eames world.

Arthur wasn't sure why Eames dreamed up this place. He looked up at the too blue sky and observed the idealistic clouds. He then looked down once more, looking at the perfectly transparent blue water, wondering where Eames could have been. He kept looking down, leaning over just a wee bit more.

Before he could step back he felt his body going down. A million thoughts raced through his head. Though he was only in a dream, he still feared for his life, and the unavoidable pain that would soon fallow his plummet. He then felt a hand quickly grab him by the back of his suit jacket. He was then pulled into an embrace, something he would normally push away. But he just couldn't think straight, not after his near death, as it were. He subconsciously let his arms wrap around the beings waist. He buried his head in their broad chest. He could hear a rapid heart beat. Could you hear heart beats in dreams? He supposed so.

"Please darling, don't die on me yet. We just barely got here."

Arthur pulled his eyebrows together. That voice. Smooth. English accent. Arrogant, even. Arthur looked up and saw that smile.

That smile.

Eames.

Arthur was just about to pull away again when he amazingly remembered almost falling down, so he pulled his arms from around Eames waist, and carefully unwrapped Eames arms from around him. He walked around the forger, and stood where he knew he wouldn't be going anywhere.

The forgers eyes followed the point mans form so his back was now to the edge.

"So Arthur," He spread his arms to either side of him as if he were Moses. "What do you think?" So Arthur told him to some extent of what he thought.

"I don't get it."

Eames shrugged.

"Well, I thought since your short life lacked adrenaline, we'd have some fun."

After only a moment Arthur picked up on the hint. Cliff diving? Seriously? A frown set deeply in his features. He shook his head furiously, and lifted his hands up in front of him, putting a barrier between him and his… friend?

"No. Eames, just—no."

He then crossed his arms, giving what he said finality.

Eames let his arms drop pathetically. Just once he wanted Arthur to feel the thrill, but he had to be so damn stubborn and ridiculous.

In truth, Eames cared for Arthur very much, loved him really, but he could never know what the other felt. He was always trying to get the point man to smile every once in a while, but only ever succeeded once, making him throw his head back in laughter, showing actually teeth. He liked it when he laughed and smiled that smile of his. He still looked like himself, just from a different time almost. A time before he started going to school as a child, before they start to kick the imagination out of you.

Eames now knew that it was going to take time to get Arthur to see what he saw. He needed to be patient with him, and only take baby steps, not huge leaps like he just did. He nodded his head, a look of understanding and realization spreading across his features.

"All right Arthur."

Arthur stared back in disbelief. Where was the fight, or the counter argument? This was very unlike him, but he was relived.

"Thank you."

Eames responded with a halfhearted grin.

"Sure thing darling. Well, we best be waking up now. Here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, followed by a small glass vile. He walked over to the point man and handed him the two items. For a moment their hands grazed each others, and for that moment, Arthur felt something, though he couldn't pin point what it was. All he knew was that it was… something.

He lifted up the vile to his eyes, examining it.

"What's this?"

Eames put his hands in his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet.

"Just a little something for a quick and easy death. Don't want Cobbs to find us playing games now, do we?"

And with that, he turned around and dove head first off the cliff.

Arthur kept looking where Eames jumped. He then shook his head, bringing himself back to his dream reality.

He rolled up his sleeve, filled up the syringe, and stuck the needle in the crook of his arm, releasing the contents. With that he saw blackness. After a second he realized that his eyes were still closed. He opened them.

So there he was. Still waiting for the rest of the team to show up. He looked around and found Eames sitting at the end of the lawn chair he was laying on. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge so they were both sitting next to each other. He heaved a sign.

"Well," began Eames. "That was fun. I think we should do it again."

Arthur nodded.

"Except I pick where we go." With that, he headed to a door, needing some fresh air.

Well, thought Eames. It was a start.

Author's Notes: So, how was it? Any grammar mistakes? Spelling errors that I missed? Let me know! :-)

R&R