5 Trivial Things About Eames

Summary: Adriane tries to find out something, anything, about Eames and she'll do just about anything to get the information.

Characters do not belong to me, they belong to Chris Nolan, sadly.

I got this idea when writing up a different chapter for another fic, but this goes into the subject matter a little bit more and it's told in a totally different way. If your confused, don't worry, i'm rambling, it's late where i am, that's my excuse.

So anyway, enjoy

Ariadne and Eames were walking along Tottenham Court Road on a Saturday; it was a derby between two London football teams, Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal. She spotted his mouth turn up into a smirk and she had to ask him why.

"Do you support one of those teams?"

"Why would you think that?" Eames replied as he examined a wallet he'd just lifted from a Tottenham supporter's jacket pocket.

"By that gesture I'm guessing you support the team in red."

"Again, why would you assume that?" Eames handed half of the pound notes he found to Ariadne which came to a tidy sum of £50 each. The driver's license would come in handy once he'd changed the picture, and he was sure the pin for the guy's bank card would be hidden somewhere in the wallet. "Maybe I just come here for the sport."

"By sport, you're trying to suggest pick pocketing? Am I right?"

"For one so small, you really do have too many questions buzzing around in that brain of yours."

Ariadne gave a smirk of her own before placing a hand on his bicep to bring them to a stop. "If you answered at least one of my questions I wouldn't feel the need to harass you so much."

"But then I'd be less interesting to you, darling. This whole situation is just a load of swings and roundabouts."

"Just tell me something, anything. It doesn't have to be important. Most friends do the whole sharing thing"

He looked away to towering presence of White Hart Lane football stadium and then back to take a long look at Ariadne. She had one of those scarves on that she usually wore, but it was red, just like the Arsenal shirts people were wearing around them. He decided he'd tell her 5 things about himself. It was 5 more than anyone else were to get out of him, but the way this girl looked at him, he found it hard to say no to her request. He then decided he'd tell her on 5 different occasions, when he felt it was right moment to.

"Ok, yes I am a supporter of one of these teams. Not the ones in white, Spurs are just a bunch of Yids in my opinion. I am an Arsenal fan."

"Can you tell me why? I know its pushing it but, please?" She looked at him with those big brown eyes and the partly hidden smile and he wanted to tell her more, but he knew he shouldn't.

"Oh, Ariadne. Don't give me the face."

"What face?" she laughed as she tried to emphasise her expression, "this one?"

"Yes," he laughed in return, "that face."

"Pretty, pretty please?"

"Stop it, before I leave you on your own to fend for yourself."

"Oooh, hotdog." Ariadne took the hint and walked over to the hot food stall and brought a hotdog with onions, tomato sauce and mustard, she started eating as if she hadn't eaten in a week.

Eames looked over impressed; this small girl could certainly eat like one of the boys. If she liked the football he might actually bring her here again, he hadn't been to a game with another person since he was ten.

"Ok, you've got me!" he shouted over just as Ariadne was on her way back from the hotdog stall.

"You'll tell me?" her face lit up like a light bulb as she rubbed some sauce from her cheek with the back of her hand.

"My grandfather got me into football at the tender age of six; he himself was an Arsenal fan." Eames explained as they made their way up to the turnstiles, Ariadne finished her hotdog in silence as he told her this snippet of information. As they got closer he handed her a ticket and then gave his to the steward for admission. Once they were inside the ground he guided Ariadne to their seats in the home fans stand.

"At the weekend I'd visit my granddad and he'd take me to Highbury to watch Arsenal play. Those were possibly the best weekends of my little life before I left the U.K, I remember them so well. We went up until I was ten. He then had a stroke and died soon after. I didn't have anyone to come with me after that so I just stopped going. This is the first time I've seen a live football game in twenty years." Eames smiled at her solemnly as he looked onto the pitch for the first time.

"Oh Eames, I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for? It's not your fault he died." Eames patted her knee.

"I know, but it's the thing you say isn't it?"

"Well I'm glad you're here with me, even if it is a dream."

"What do you mean?" Ariadne asked, taken aback.

"I'm sorry to tell you this love, but you've put rugby goalposts in. English football goals are usually a lot smaller and have a net, they're very similar to the American soccer goals" He laughed as he caught her blushing. "Creative though, very creative, I almost believed we were back in London, you nearly had me."

"I knew I should've double checked." She scolded herself. "Was any of your story true?"

"Now if I told you that I'd have to kill you." He replied with an almost serious face, "But I take my hat off to you Ariadne, very good try."

"Well don't you think for my efforts I should be rewarded?"

Eames gave a great sigh and looked onto the pitch in amusement. "As my grandfather would've said, God rest his soul. "If you don't ask, you don't get". So yes, what I told you is true. But if you tell another living soul, I really will have to kill you. People would pay good money for information like that and I'm trusting you, Ariadne to keep it to yourself. I'm literally trusting you with my life."

"Jeez Eames, are you really this paranoid about your past?"

"I told you this would make me less interesting to you."

"I'm still interested, but next time, don't bother with the speech. I won't tell anyone, under pain of death. Your secrets are safe with me."

"Good." Eames fell to the floor and woke up in his apartment, Ariadne followed soon after. "Let's leave it six to eight weeks, shall we?" he said as she got up and he escorted her out without a goodbye.

Ariadne stood in the hallway she smiled, so he was a soccer fan. Well, that was a start.

I have a 2 or 3 ideas for trivial things about Eames but any suggestions from readers are very welcome, the more random they are the better.

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