Thanks a bunch to SopranoandBass for helping me firgure out what story to write! I had a lot of ideas for a new ArthurxAraidne fic, and she helped me decide which one to start. Go read her stories if you haven't already; her story, 'Ms. Swan', is really good! :)
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Chapter One
It was quiet inside the warehouse.
The inception team currently didn't have any clients, but they had all felt the need to come to work, just in case anything arose. Sitting around doing nothing for a couple of hours, though, had bored Eames out of his mind, and he managed to persuade Cobb and Yusuf to check out the pub that had recently opened in town. Arthur had declined, saying that he was feeling tired, and Ariadne was quick to agree with him. She was actually feeling quite restless herself, and she knew that venturing out with Eames would lead to a good (if not illegal) time, but she wanted to stay with Arthur- The point man had not spoken to her since the Fischer case ended, and she was determined to find out why.
Much to her disappointment, however, Arthur had promptly fallen asleep after the trio left, his body lying on the old lawn chair, his breathing steady. Apparently, he actually was tired.
Ariadne left out a frustrated sigh as she watched his sleeping form. Arthur was avoiding her, and she didn't know why.
Did she do something wrong? Did she say anything offensive? The last time she remembered talking with Arthur was during the Fischer inception, right before he kissed her in an attempt to ward off their victim's subconscious.
Ariadne could still feel his lips on hers, smooth and perfect- just like Arthur himself. She had felt a deep connection to him since her first day on the team, the way he had looked at her when she woke up- warm brown eyes, laced with concern and worry- engrained in her mind. The architect had tried to push her feelings to the side, tried to bury them and keep them hidden, but it was no use. Once he'd brushed his lips on hers, she was in love with him.
And now he was avoiding her like the plague.
Ariadne let out another sigh as Arthur, still asleep, let his head droop onto his shoulder, the light coming in from the warehouse window surrounding him in a halo of gold. His eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were curved upwards into a small smile. He looked so peaceful, so content. It made Ariadne hurt inside, knowing that as soon as he woke up and saw her, that smile would fall of his face in seconds. She tore her eyes away from him, letting her gaze fall on the large, metal briefcase sitting on the table beside him. An idea struck, and she raised her eyebrows curiously.
She knew that she would get into big trouble. She knew that she shouldn't be using the extraction equipment for personal missions. She knew that Arthur would be furious once they woke up.
But Ariadne didn't care. She had to talk to him. And if he wasn't going to talk in the real world, she would make him talk in his world.
Grabbing a familiar bottle from the table and quickly walking across the room, Ariadne made her way over to Arthur, who was still dozing. She took the briefcase and quietly opened it, revealing the hundreds of wires and machinery that lay inside. The architect grabbed a wire and slowly, gently, placed it on her colleague's wrist, hooking him up to the equipment. She attached another wire onto her own arm, downed the contents of the bottle, and sat down on the closest chair, waiting for the sedative to kick in. Her eyelids fluttered, and soon she was fast asleep.
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