A/N: The prompt for this fic was provided by Silvanelf. *waves to Silvanelf* I'll give the gist of the prompt at the end of the fic because if I do it now, it will give the plot away. bwuhahaha! :D But I WILL tell you that this will have mucho angst...I can't do fluffy fics...well, I can, but this is much more fun! :) Anyway, sorry this is rather short. This teaser is just to get me back into writing as I just got back this afternoon. :D (My mission trip was AWESOME btw!) I hope to write the rest of this within the next few days, but we'll see, as I'm going to have to get ready for college (and catch up on my rest). Anyway, enjoy!
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Beginnings
Arthur gave a quick flick of his wrist, sending the small red die skipping down the table.
Six.
He sighed. There were some days—no, a lot of days—that he wished reality were a dream…that he could immerse himself into the world of the dream and create for himself a new life. Too bad things didn't work that way.
Rubbing his temples, he reached for the loaded die and twisted his fingers back and forth around it. His eyes drifted aimlessly around the interior of the warehouse. He and Dom were in London again, working another extraction job. It was more of the usual—break into a business man's mind, steal his company's secrets, deliver them to the rival company. It wasn't ethical, but it paid the bills.
With a sigh, Arthur got up and walked over to his whiteboard covered in notes. The jobs seemed to run together these days. He figured it was because they were so similar. The dreams themselves were usually fairly boring; many businessmen had yet to have their sub-consciousness trained against extraction. Still, he lived for the rush one got when entering a dream. No matter how boring the dream, it was always better than reality.
It kept him from remembering.