This is just a strange idea that popped into my head. It's different from the other family-related thing I'm working on. I hope you enjoy and the reviews would be fantastic!

Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan is lucky enough to own Inception, I am not.

"Arthur?"

I turned around to see Ariadne standing in the doorway. God, she was pretty. I loved how she agreed to continue working with us. We could not have found a better Architect. The team was doing well, and Cobb wanted to stay to help us do simple extractions. It was hard for him to leave the kids everyday, but I knew that he wouldn't be able to leave this world behind. He was in too deep to dig himself out.

He promised to stay with us on one condition. We move out of the warehouse in Paris and find a new one closer to his home, so he could be with the kids. It was fair enough, and I already lived in LA so it wasn't a problem for me. Eames, Ariadne and Yusuf were willing to move as well. I felt bad, especially, because she had to leave her college and life in Paris behind. Miles was kind enough to let her finish her work by email and such. She was finding it hard, I could tell, but she was just as attached to this world as any of us were.

Shit, how long had I been staring at Ariadne for?

I quickly looked down and staightened my shirt, forcing myself to look presentable.

"Sorry, yes?" I asked. She smiled and looked at me.

"Cobb wants you." she added, before turning on her heels and walking out the door. I grabbed my papers and walked into the main area and found Cobb sitting by a desk. On the other end of the room was Eames, looking over some pictures of possible marks. Yusuf was somewhere else, obviously trying to find some new chemical compound.

"Cobb, you wanted to see me?"

Cobb turned around and smiled at me. He was much happier now than he had ever been.

"Arthur- do you have the research?" he asked. I nodded and handed him multiple folders, packed with information that took me days to gather. As I was about to open my mouth, I felt my cell phone buzz in my pocket. I held up my hand to exuse myself, and wondered away.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hello darling."

Oh fuck. I froze.

"Mother?" I asked into the phone, after nearly dropping it.

"Sweetheart. How are you?" I held the phone away and cleared my throat.

"I'm fine. Yourself?"

"I'm fine."

There was an akward silence for a couple of seconds, then I head some mumbling in the backround.

"Mother. Obviously you didn't call just to ask how I was."

"You're right. Listen...I would like to invite you to a party that you're father and I are having." I reached my hand around my neck and rubbed it. Not this again.

"Wow, umm...mother, works been really hard at the moment. I'm not sure if I can just ask- "

"Bring your...work..friends along with you."

"Mother...-"

"Listen son, I need you for this. Most of my friends don't even know you exist. You were going to be so succesful...so rich...but you ran off to do...what is it you do again?"

I looked around and sighed.

"Ok mother. When do you want us?" I could almost hear her smile from behind the phone.

"Thursday night. 9.00. Wear something serious please. Tell the...others this. I assume our tastes differ." My fists cletched around the phone. I hated it when she said that. My mother always hated people...she had never met. We were rich. Seriously rich. My mother was very prejudiced against people, and one of the reasons I had never introduced my friends to them was because of this.

"Bye mother." I said. I'm pretty sure she said goodbye back, but I snapped the phone shut too quickly to hear her. I couldn't believe it, now had to tell everyone else that my rich parents were holding a very sophisticated party and that they had to come as well. I pushed the phone back into my pocket and returned to Cobb who was looking over my work. He was still smiling, flipping through the papers.

"Arthur, this is great so far. Can you can some more information on-" he looked at me. He took one look at my expression and wiped the smile off his face.

"What's happened?" he asked, his voice worried.

"That was my mother." I said. His espression changed from worry to confusion.

"She's invited us to a formal party. All of you." I added. Cobb looked understanding, as he was the only person to have met my parents before. He knew how difficult they were.

"Oh, a party. Am I invited?"

I turned around to see Eames walking over, wearing a smirk. Ariadne and Yusuf followed. Cobb turned to them.

"Arthur's parents have invited us to a formal party." he said. Eames smiled and gave me a funny look.

"Oh fantastic, now I can find out if Arthur was born with a stick up his arse or if he got it shoved up there later in life." he said. My fist tightened. I could just imagine Eames interacting with my parents. My mother would have a heart attack. Cobb turned to me.

"Are you sure you want us there?" he asked. I turned to Ariadne, who looked confused.

"Yes." I nodded. "I want nothing more than for all of you to be there." I turned to Ariadne and Yusuf. Eames was sitting in a chair, slouching with his feet on the table.

"I have to apologise before hand. My parents can be very...unpleasent." Ariadne nodded sympathetically. Yusuf looked at me with a warm smile that made me feel a little bit better.

"Don't worry, we won't let you down." he said.

"Thursday, 9.00. Formal. " I turned to Eames. "Eames...I mean...formal." I added the words as I looked him up and down. He held up his hands in defence. This was going to be interesting.

"Were do they live?" Ariadne asked. I turned to her and placed my handed in my pockets, imitating her movement.

"Don't worry. They'll send a car for us." Ariadne's eyebrows raised slightly. Cobb wondered out of the room, turning before he left.

"I guess we'll have to go shopping then." he teased. I rolled my eyes and returned to my work.

When I got to my desk, I let my head fall in my hands and my arms relax. This was a nightmare. The people on the team were my closest friends, but somehow I didn't think they would fit in to the crowd my parents hang out with. I could just imagine, Eames telling dirty jokes so some of LA's most important people, whilst Yusuf is 'entertaining' with his science jokes that he tells us sometimes.

Ariadne was the one I was most worried about. These people were harsh, and they judged easily. Not that Ariadne was lower classed than me and my family, but they would notice it and bring it out. She would be humiliated.

Fuck, this wasn't going to work at all.

I looked into the other room and saw Ariadne talking to Eames with a worried look on her face. I knew it was about the party. No doubt about that.