A/N : Pretty new to this site, sorry if I screw up some, lulz.
Disclaimer : I do not own Inception. If I did there would be an Arthur/Eames established relationship. If only...
The first thing Arthur noticed when they walked into the wedding reception was the gentle music. Arthur knew the song, it was a classical piece; Dustin O'Halloran to be exact. His Prelude 2, a lovely choice. Everything at the reception (tablecloths, flowers, and most of the accents, along with the color of the room) was white. The only outstanding colors were a woman's yellow dress, the piano, and the cello at the front of the room, on an slightly elevated white platform stage. A woman was at the piano, a man at the cello, and they looked almost identical. When the song ended, Arthur bounded up to the stage, and tapped the woman on the shoulder. She looked at him.
"Cobb said you could help," he murmured and her smile disappeared and she turned serious immediately.
"Follow me," she said, giving her assumed brother a look that said, Stall please. She welcomed them into her warm colored office.
"So you're Dominic's "dream team", huh?" she asked with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. Arthur nodded and he guessed she knew what happened. "He found an out, didn't he?" she asked quietly. Eames nodded but said nothing, scratching the stubble on his jaw. Ariadne opened her mouth to ask a question, but Arthur gave her a look.
"We need an extractor, darling," drawled Eames, smirking. "He said you could help?" The woman nodded.
"I'm Alina, by the way. Call me Ali. I grew up knowing Dom, and he's a good man. I'm glad he found his way back to his children." She nodded and then teetered a small music note on her desk. It was a piece of wood delicately carved into the shape of an eighth note.
"I'll be your extractor, as long as I get part of the share," she said, twiddling with the music note. Arthur nodded and he reached out and took her outstretched hand and shook it.
"Welcome to the team, Ali," he said proudly.
Almost as soon as they got into the "office" she set to work. She studied the target endlessly and memorized Ariadne's extensive work. She even made coffee for everyone, Arthur and herself the only ones to drink it. The target for this mission, an inception, was the heir for a very rich thoroughbred stable. His father had terminal cancer and couldn't move anymore. His father also owned the most expensive racehorses in the world. No one knew that Ali was working against her best friend's family, and pushing their oldest son Jak Nelson to give up his secrets. She wanted to get her brother James to become partners with Jak and could own the stables together. She would be very pleased if it worked in her favor. She was working for her own father.
"Ali, darling," Eames called from his chair next to Arthur.
"Yes, Eames?" was her reply from reading up on more reports on Jak, even though she knew almost everything about him already.
"Since you're not exactly busy... can you grab me a cup of joe?" Eames asked with a playful smirk. Alina rolls her green eyes and gave him a glare that said, get it yourself. She was immediately engrossed in the files once more. For some reason, she reminded Arthur of himself. The way she acted so much like a point man instead of an extractor. They did test dreams with her and they themselves acted as targets and she easily weaseled out the information like it was nothing. She was a great extractor but the way she acted... it was a point man all the way. Arthur walked up to her Wednesday morning, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands, both black.
"Vietnamese?" she asked with a smile as she took the cup. Arthur nodded and looked at her fingers closely.
"You play the piano and the cello?" he asked, eyebrows slightly raised. She nodded, taking a sip of the rich coffee.
"Yeah, I do. It's a lot of fun. I love playing. It's one of my many passions," she said, glancing over a few files and discarding them to the side of Cobb's old desk. She yawned and checked the time. Arthur looked her over again and decided to ask about her point-man like qualities.
"Were you a point man some time in your life?" he asked and a small smile flitted across her face.
"My brother is a point man. It really influences me to act like him," she said, glancing around and taking in her surroundings again. Yusuf was trying out a sedative on Eames now and she tried to resist the urge to give him a tip kick. Ariadne was drawing up another map for a test dream. The real project started next Monday. Her and Arthur were talking, of course.
"Do you play any instruments?" she asked, eyebrow raised. Arthur nodded.
"I play some piano and cello. Also the viola. Well I used to, until I got into this business, and Eames got me hooked on guitar," he said with a disdainful look over at Eames.
"Hey Yusuf!" Alina calls, and the chemist looked over at her with a grin and knowing look. He gestures to Eames and she walks over, motioning for Arthur to follow her. They both put their hands on the chair and with a big grin and on Ali's count of 3, they pushed the chair over, listening to Eames's loud gasp of surprise and loud muttered curses.
"Jesus!" he yelled, glaring at them. "What was that for?" he growled, his icy eyes not leaving Arthur's.
"You did it to me, Eames. On the Fischer job. Remember?" Arthur asked with the grin of a satisfied cat. Eames just glared and Yusuf smiled.
"Well at least now we know that the sedative works," he said, and straightened the chair back into its original spot. Ariadne looked up from her drawing with wondering eyes, the look she gave made everyone smile. She had been completely into her work and hadn't noticed the event until it was over and Eames was yelling at Arthur.
Alina rolled her eyes before noticing all the unresolved sexual tension between Eames and Arthur, and then sighed. Maybe if that happened between James and Jak... Alina bounded over to her computer, quickly typing out something. It took a while and everyone seemed kind of shocked by the sudden movement. She passed out individual sheets to the team.
Ariadne's sheet said,
"Architect, Ariadne
While on the job, flirt with TARGET B [JAMES C. AZAR] to get TARGET A [JAKOB N. NELSON] jealous. If this works in our favor, TARGET A will try to resolve this by confronting TARGET B, turning into a lot of sexual tension being resolved. Hopefully this will work out to TAGET A and TARGET B becoming partners and owning the stables together, solving some of our problem. This will be in the first level of dream-share, it will be your dream.
-Extractor, Inceptor, and ex-Point Man"
Eames's said,
"Eames, Forger,
Make sure you befriend TARGET A [JAKOB N. NELSON] and ask him about TARGET B [JAMES C. AZAR]. This will be in the second level of dream-share, and it will be your dream. Remember not to sound too suspicious. Act natural at first, then move in with the harder questions. It will not be easy, TARGET A is hard to understand. But you're a forger, you should understand easy enough.
-Extractor, Inceptor, and ex-Point Man"
Arthur's sheet said
"Arthur, Point Man,
You will be the dreamer of dream-level 3, and you will befriend TARGET A [JAKOB N. NELSON] and act as if you were a fellow stable owner/rich guy. Suggest to him that it's better working with a partner, and introduce me. I will be disguised, and I do hope that TARGET A will not recognize. Remember to introduce me as LINA C. ARON, your wife and part-owner of your stable. Try to convince him of the easier work. If this works, when we wake up, he the idea will be incepted. Just keep hoping, Arthur.
-Extractor, Inceptor, and ex-Point Man, ALINA C. AZAR"
Yusuf's was the shortest and sweetest of the letters,
"Yusuf, Chemist,
You will stay in reality the entire time. Give us the kick after 600 minutes in [10 hours]. That is 5.41 days in dream-state. I'm sure this is enough time for us to complete our mission, for it is fairly simple and Ariadne should be smart enough not to mess with the structure of the dream. TARGET A [JAKOB N. NELSON] is very easy to upset. He's very attuned to his surroundings. Hopefully, this won't be bothered.
-Extractor, Inceptor, and ex-Point Man"
There were nods all around. No one shared their information with each other. They took questions and concerns straight to the Extractor, Inceptor, and ex-Point Man, Alina C. Azar. Arthur raised a brow, but asked no questions. Ariadne seemed kind of taken aback by her very un-ladylike task, but sighed and put it down, continuing to exam her maze. Yusuf's eyes narrowed and he glanced up at Alina, but seeing her gentle expression as she looked around the room, his anger ebbed away and he could understand why she saw no need in him being in the dream. Someone had to be in reality, and they didn't exactly had enough money to just hire up a someone to help. They already have James as a tourist. Eames just took it, read it, gave one of his half-smiles and settled down to read more information about James, just in case he had to fix something.
"Ariadne, let me check the maze again," Alina says as she walked over to the architect and examined it. "It's better, but it needs to be more... I don't know. Spontaneous, out-there. Something the projections wouldn't be able to follow." Ariadne nodded, but then stopped and looked at the slightly younger woman. (She looked to be around 19. Ariadne is 21.)
"Do you have evil projections trying to sabotage everything?" she asked, and Alina couldn't help but smile.
"So you know about Mal, huh?" she asked and Ariadne nodded and narrowed her eyes. "Almost ruined everything, that woman," she said angrily, "and she almost killed our target and our client." She seemed genuinely mad at Mal, and Alina just guessed it was jealousy. She then shook her head.
"My subconscious is clean, Ariadne. No worries," she told her. Ariadne glanced at Yusuf, then looked back at Alina. "Me and Yusuf have been wondering... how old are you?" It was a sudden question from the Architect, but Alina didn't seem bothered by it. Instead, she laughed.
"People ask me that all the time. I'm 23, turning 24 in November. Lots of people think I'm 19 or maybe younger because of my appearance." What she said made perfect sense. With her big green eyes and hair that looked like Mal's but a few inches longer and more curly, she passed off as an older teen. She wasn't exceptionally short, but she was average height, 5'5"-5'7".
"I have a question, Eames," Alina said breaking the sudden silence. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that said continue. "Will I get weaponry training? I know how to use a sword and shoot a rifle, but I'm not all that great at guns..."
Eames grinned at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'll give you some training. Do you want to learn how to use and operate more heavy machinery like grenade launchers? Or are you just going to dream small like Arthur over here who uses a FN-SCAR L?" She contemplated his question for a moment.
"Both, if you don't mind. I could teach you people a thing or two about using a sword. It'd be fun. I could take you back to 1191 AD in Masyaf if you want. Sorry for the Assassin's Creed reference beforehand," she said quickly, giving a sheepish half-grin. "I'm a nerd when it comes to video games." Arthur glared at Eames before returning quietly to his work.
It was now well past 12am. Alina, Arthur, and Eames were still at the workshop. Alina and Eames doodling on different sides of the warehouse, Arthur scribbling notes in his notebook. Alina would look up every so often and scan the room before returning to the drawing, the relaxing sound of pencils and pens against rough drawing paper the only sound in the room. Alina wrote something on the page, and then flicked off her lamp. She still had the drawing in her hand. As she walked by Arthur, she bid him goodnight, placed the drawing on his desk, and disappeared, the sound of the garage opening and her Lamborghini driving smoothly out the door and into the Parisian streets the only noises of her departure. Arthur had glanced up as she left, giving her a nod and looking back down at his neatly organized notebook. He grabbed the drawing, careful not to smudge the lines and examined the picture. It was a drawing of him. His hair was perfectly slicked back but everything else about him was completely relaxed. His eyes closed, face soft. His tie was undone and hanging around his neck with his clean white shirt disgruntled and winkled, three buttons undone at the top. His suit jacket was behind him on the chair he was sitting in, but his pants were still nicely pressed. On the desk behind him everything was perfectly organized to his liking, his notebook laying open. There was a card on the desk, it was opened, facing him. Inside it said, "You are perfectly imperfect, Arthur. We all are. Just remember - "Finally brothers, good-bye. Aim for perfection, listen to my appeal, be one of mind, live in peace, and may the God of love and peace be with you." (2 Corinthians 13:11)" Her watermark was on the card, the flowing flag of the eighth note standing perfectly balanced, casting a shadow. It was solid black. Beside it was a small die balancing on one of its corners. The corner between 2 and 3. It also casts a shadow. Beside the die was her signature; she had beautiful handwriting.
Eames was getting up now, and he had his drawing in his hand. From what Arthur could tell, it was a drawing of a horse and a very pretty one at that. He also had a picture in his hand and Arthur could clearly see the resemblance of the horse in the picture and the one in the drawing. Alina had probably asked him to make it for her. Eames also bid him good-night and strode away, leaving his lamp on. Arthur turned his lamp off, and then Eames's before grabbing the picture and driving off in his own car to his large flat in uptown Paris.
When Arthur came into the warehouse at his normal time, no one was there yet. He sighed in relief. He would be alone, at least for a while. Eames wouldn't arrive until noon, Ariadne and Yusuf usually arrive at the same time, about two hours from now. Alina has been arriving about 7:30am. It was 6:00 right now. He went straight to work and was scared out of his workaholic mode by the roar of a motorcycle and the squeal of brakes against the smooth concrete of the garage floor. Arthur was up and looking over the balcony by the time the bike slid to a stop. And there was Alina, helmet now off, big green eyes wide and smile wider than anything.
"Morning Arthur!" she called up to him, trying not to laugh at his bemused and slightly horrified expression. "It's a Ducati 1198. $30,000. Cheap, right?" she asked with a smile as she patted the red and black speed bike. It looked very dangerous. She stepped up the stairs leading to the main floor where Arthur still was, standing at the balcony.
He raised an eyebrow at her sudden oddness. Ariadne was next to arrive in a Toyota Camry (07 Model). Yusuf not far behind in his BMW 3-Series (E92 08 Coupe). Eames arrived at 10am sharp in Alina's Lamborghini, and as he stepped up the stairs she went to greet him. Eames's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I left my Mustang at your place when I picked up the Lambo and your cello. I called the piano guy. Said he'd deliver it tomorrow." They walked up the steps, Eames carrying a box, Alina carrying a large case, most likely her cello.
"Thanks Eames," she told him, taking the box and opening it, passing out the sweet glazed muffins inside. She is all smiles today, thought Arthur with the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he bit into his muffin, careful to keep crumbs off of his clean gray suit.
"Where'd you get these muffins, Eames?" asked Yusuf, still trying to savor his as much as possible. "They're delicious!" Eames gave one of his lopsided smiles and taps the box with a charcoal covered finger.
"Got them from that little bakery downtown, right next to Patissierie Gerard Mulot, uh..." he tapped the box again and then Alina spoke up from where she sat at Cobb's desk, which she moved closer to everyone else, as to not feel so secluded in the corner in the back.
"You mean Pierre's shop? Pierre Herme Paris?"
Eames snapped his fingers in recognition and pointed at her. "Yes, that's the place!" he cried enthusiastically, almost jumping up out of his seat, causing Arthur to roll his eyes.
"So Ali, I have a question," Yusuf said from his desk, raising a brow. She looked back at him and said "Hum?" in response. "What's up with the bike and Eames using your Lambo?"
Alina just grinned and shook her head.
"I wanted to ride my bike here instead of my Lamborghini, but I was planning on bringing my cello today. So, I called up Eames and asked him if he could drive my car and my cello down here today, and he said he'd be happy to. I didn't call Arthur because I knew he'd be here already, you wouldn't have wanted to drive all the way uptown and drive all the way back downtown. Same for Ariadne." She shrugged and turned back to the files, before running a hand through her head and rubbing her temples. She placed her head on her desk, arms creating a cushion of support. Ten minutes later she was gently awoken and Arthur leaned down to her level (since she was sitting in a chair, making her much shorter). He pushed an Excedrin into her hand and set down a bottle of coke down for her.
"Are you alright, Miss Azar?" he asked politely, his eyes held some concern, not a lot, but it was there. Alina shrugged her muscled shoulders, eyes tired and half-open. She swallowed the pill dry, and it reminded Arthur of Gregory House off of the TV show, House, M.D.
"You need to sleep, darling. We all do," Eames said quietly and Alina nodded in agreement. Eames went over and closed the blinds on the windows, shuttering the warehouse into dim lighting instead of the sun screaming at everyone's eyes. Eames spread out thick blankets and doubled them up to create a thick mat with enough room for all of them to fit comfortably on it. Arthur set his computer alarm and his cell phone alarm. Alina setting her own cell phone alarm. She settled in the middle, curling up instinctively. Arthur was behind her, Ariadne in front of her, Yusuf beside Ariadne, Eames next to Arthur. Alina flips over and moves closer to Arthur and his lips pulled up ever so slightly in the corners. He moved closer to the sleepy girl and sent her on practice run on the PASIV, the alarm their kick.
She woke up in a plush hotel room. Arthur stood next to the bed she was laying in, almost smiling.
"Arthur..? Where are we?" she asked uncertainly, looking around almost frantically scared.
"Calm down, Alina. We're in a dream. My dream, to be exact." Alina relaxed and curled into the bed. "Why are we here?" she asked, still confused. "Did you hook me to the PASIV?" Arthur nodded and then frowned very slightly.
"Sorry about not telling you, but you need the weaponry training. And I want to know how to use swords," Arthur's almost smile had returned, and Alina pushed herself up, imagining her favorite sword, a Venetian shianova with a silver intricate bucket handle and a blue hilt. It was a long sword but she knew how to use it. She conjured up a long sword that was just as long as her own and handed it to Arthur.
"This, if you didn't know, is a long sword. Not usually used nowadays, but it was popular during the Third Crusades onward. The sword I have is a Venetian shiavona, very powerful and very fast despite its size."
Arthur nodded and flicked his wrist, just missing her neck. "Arthur!" was her squeak of protest and fear, and she moved away.
"Let's go to an armory or someplace with an open gym or fencing pads. I'm not getting my head cut by you and that sword," she said, eying the sword with distaste. She led him down the street, and instead of there being apartment buildings, she made it into a large armory gym with fencing equipment. The projections were staring now, and she was starting to get just a tad nervous. She walked in and began instructing Arthur, teaching him the correct way to hold a sword and how to lunge properly. There were large windows where Arthur's projections could look in, and usually his subconscious is very trained and nice. The next thing they knew, Alina was staring down the barrel of a 12 gauge double barrel shotgun and Arthur was wide eyed, staring at the random projection.
"Say night-night, dear," and she was shot in the head, her body exploding backwards, blood spattering onto Arthur's clothes. Her blood, he thought. He dared to look behind him at the wall. Pieces of her brain were sliding down the wall, gray and chunky. Her body had disappeared back into reality. He choked back the bile that rose in his throat and turned to face the projection before he met his end as well.
He sat up frantically, the sound of Alina's scared half-sobs, half-screams filling his ears. He was shaking badly, and the image of her brain filled his mind and he stood up, ripping the IV from his arm and running off to the bathroom before he spilled his guts on the floor. The others would take care of her, Eames was already awake, frightened by the girl's screams.
"Ali, darling? What's wrong, what happened?" Alina shook her head and Eames cradled her against his chest, and Arthur stepped out of the bathroom after getting rid of his breakfast.
"Arthur, darling? Are you okay?" Eames asked quietly and Arthur also shook his head.
"You should have seen it, Eames... It was one of the most horrific things I have ever seen in my life," he whispered, thinking about it making him want to run back into the bathroom and cry.
"She got shot in the head, Eames. With a 12-gauge double-barrel at close range. Her head exploded Eames, and I turned around after her blood got on my suit, and her brain, pieces of her BRAIN were sliding down the wall, Eames." Arthur managed to choke out before sliding down, eyes closed, hands against his very pale well-shaven cheeks. Eames winced and since Ali was back asleep and mostly sound, he went over to his friend, blue-gray eyes soft with compassion and concern. He patted Arthur's shoulder and sat next to him, and wrapped and arm around his shoulders. Arthur gave up and began to cry, tears running down his cheeks, soft sobs escaping his mouth. Arthur's head was on Eames's shoulder now, fingers gripping Eames's open jacket fiercely. Ariadne and Yusuf were making tea in the kitchenette near the back of the warehouse. It was herbal and Eames could smell it from where the sat. He silently hoped that the smell would soothe Arthur into sleep. And after a while of his crying and drinking of the lavender mint tea, he relaxed and fell asleep with his back against his desk, head leaned back, body almost totally relaxed.
EAMES P.O.V (random point of view change, I know)
We all woke up the next morning tired as hell. The floor of the warehouse really isn't very comfortable. Arthur, my poor friend, was probably the most tired of us all. His eyes were bloodshot and he kept drinking the hot lavender mint tea that Ali kept making him. He really looked distressed by the... incident, we all came to call it, and everyone felt really bad for him. But we were glad it didn't happen to us. By mid-afternoon, Arthur's eyes were no longer bloodshot and he was more of his normal self. Ali's piano had just arrived and everyone was crowding around it. While everyone was distracted, I saw Alina walk away and pull out her totem. She put it down and pushed it over. It tipped and fell and the way her whole body relaxed told me that the totem had said they were in reality. "Ali, darling?" I whispered and she turned to me, sliding the totem into her pocket.
"Eames?" she asked, seemingly frightened by the sudden noise. I managed to smile, and she gave a small smile back.
"How are you holding up, pet?" I asked her gently, I had no idea how she was. It must have been very scary, having a bullet like that through your head. She shrugged.
"Only one nightmare. You know, when it happened, I didn't die immediately. Well... not exactly immediately, I should say. For like 2 seconds I was still alive and the pain, oh God Eames, the pain. It was unbearably painful and I couldn't breath and there was nothing, nothing, that could make it go away. Not even 5 minutes in reality and I could still feel some of the pain. It's gone now, but it was terrible," she said, eyes distant and damaged. I sighed and she shook her head, a familiar Bible verse coming from her mouth.
"Oh that you would bless me and enlarge my territory. Let your hand be with me and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain," she whispered. "1 Chronicles 4:10. Well some of it anyways," I stated and she nodded and wandered back over to the shining black grand piano. She ran her fingers over the beautiful white ivory keys and sat at the plush piano bench, and started to play a waltz. It was gentle at first and then turned playful and exciting. Then gentle, and then exciting and lively and Eames could imagine Victorian noblemen and women dancing to them, coattails flying and dresses large and flowing. Arthur was relaxed and making origami at his desk, folding a piece of paper into a beautiful paper crane. When the waltz ended, Alina wandered over to Arthur, my Arthur, and squeezed his shoulders.
"1000 of those and you get to make a wish," she said with a smile. He nodded. "But I think I already have my wish," he said, glancing over at me with the slightest hint of a smile on his face.
"Oh, I know. I was just saying," She smiled and went over to me, clapped me on the shoulder, and walked over to Ariadne to discuss more ideas. I just blushed slightly before turning away back to my desk.
Today was the day. Today was the day of the inception. Everyone was ready and prepared. It was hard to be mentally prepared for another inception right after one, even though you completed it successfully. As they set up the airplane for the inception, an older man stepped aboard, around 26 years old. His hair was black and afro-like (his hair is just like MIKA's hair, Arthur and Eames both realized) and his eyes were the same green color as Alina's. He wasn't exactly clean shaven, he had a line of stubble along his jaw, on his chin, and over his upper lip.
"Ali-bird?" he called as he stepped in. Everyone noticed his clothes. It was almost exactly like MIKA's outfit in his We are Young music video. White skinny jeans, black jacket, pale yellow sweater vest, white undershirt with a ruffled collar and jagged short cuffs. He wore a nice fitting pair of brown leather lace-up Giorgio Brutini dress shoes.
"Here, James," Alina said, peeking over her chair after a sheet of paper flew off because of Eames. She smiled warmly at her older brother and gave him a hug.
"Hello, my bird," he said with a gentle smile. "How are you?" he asked, looking around the airplane with interest and then looked around the cabin.
"I'm fine. Come meet the team, James," she told him, leading him over to Yusuf first who grinned broadly at James and shook his hand. "Welcome, Mr. Azar, to the team. Temporarily, anyways," he said and turned back to the sedative. "I hope you're ready," Yusuf said as they walked away to Ariadne.
"Ariadne, this is James," Alina said, introducing James and Ariadne. "Hi, James. I'm going to be the architect for this job. Hopefully you follow well enough," she said before they walked over to Arthur who sat in his chair, going over a few more details and correcting some things.
"This is Arthur DeLacey, James. He's our point man," she said as they shook hands. Arthur gave him a curt nod of greeting and sat back down. Eames walked over to the two, grinning from ear to ear. Alina immediately rolled her eyes.
"And this is our Forgers, William Eames," she said icily, glaring at Eames. His gaze was soft though, compared to hers. But that was only because Arthur had caught his stare with that almost smile of his.
"Sorry, I had to get something out of my carry-on, Ali dear. Arthur, I do believe this is yours," Eames said, sauntering over to Arthur and handing him a soft blue silk tie. Arthur's cheeks were now a dark red color and he looked down in embarrassment, thanking Eames quietly.
"You're quite welcome, darling. I can't believe you left it though, it's your favorite tie," Eames said, sitting down at his chair right behind Arthur's. Arthur's cheeks got even redder, if possible. Ariadne and Yusuf choked back loud laughter and ended up giggling loudly. Alina grinned at Eames and he just smiled. James smiled at the couple, eyes lit up with amusement. "Very cute," he whispered into Alina's ear and she smiled and nodded.
There was a stomp outside on the stairs of the airplane and Ariadne pressed a button next to her chair on the wall and the door slid open quietly and shut behind the man that stepped on with a bag over his shoulder. The man that boarded the plane was around James's age with Eames's hairstyle and bright blue eyes that could match Fischer's eyes.
"Jamie?" the man asked quietly. He was dressed in skinny black dress pants and a white button-up dress shirt. He had a lavender tie around his neck tied in a double Windsor knot. He had a dark brown leather jacket draped over his arm; it was quite chilly outside.
"Hey, Jak," James said, giving the man a quick hug. Alina ignored him, hoping she wouldn't be noticed. She really didn't want him to notice her, she wasn't supposed to be on this flight. She was supposed to come with Ryan tomorrow. A flight attendant got everyone seated in the first class cabin, slid the compartment door shut and passed out blankets. Yusuf handed the flight attendant a bottle of clear fluid and made her make a hot cup of tea.
"Hot tea, sir?" she asked, offering Jak the tea. He looked wary at first and she smiled encouragingly. "Compliments from the pilot, he says he knows your family," and Jak took the tea and drank it down in a few minutes, and it took only a minute for him to fall fully asleep. Ariadne was hooked up to the machine first, then Jak and James. Alina grinned before Yusuf stuck the IV in her arm.
"Let's do this, shall we?" she asked groggily, before her eyes slid shut. Eames was next.
"Good-night, darling," he whispered to Arthur, squeezing his hand before falling limp in slumber. Arthur grinned and went under as well.
A/N :
Well that concludes the first chapter. Do you like? R & R, please!