My pilot chapter! Please review!

I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Arthur stepped off the plane with a feeling of utter relief. The job was done and they had all gotten out alive. Best of all, Cobb was able to finally embrace his kids once more. However, his mind was far from at ease as Eames approached with a rather arrogant expression.

"Well Love, where are we going?" He asked.

"I'm going to rent an apartment and find an actual job, and there isn't a 'we' Eames…" He rolled his eyes.

"Ah, but where am I supposed to go?" He put on his best puppy eyes.

"How should I know?"

"I bet you'd take me if I was Ariadne," Eames teased. Arthur felt a slow blush crawl to his cheeks. It was no secret that he had feelings for the architect, and he felt quite sure she returned them, but Arthur hadn't focused on women in some years and honestly did not feel like her could successfully win over any girl at that moment.

"Yes, I probably would," he admitted bluntly.

"You are being quite cruel, you know that?"

"Eames, I'm leaving, please leave me alone," Arthur really didn't like Eames. The Englishman rubbed him the wrong way and he was looking forward to starting a life in which he wouldn't be in it. He started towards the doors when someone caught his arm. He spun around and let out a long sigh. "Get off please,"

"Oh come on Love, I don't have anywhere to go," the normally arrogant and confident Eames faltered and was replaced with a lost puppy.

"Las Vegas isn't too far,"

"Aren't you stereotyping me just a little? My life doesn't revolve around gambling you know. Come on Arthur, if you let me come with you, I'll ask Ariadne to come too. I know you won't do it yourself," he offered. Arthur's first reaction was to shake him off and just leave, but at the mention of Ariadne, he paused. His eyes flickered to the young brown haired girl who was currently in Cobb's arms. His heart thudded in his chest at the sight of her and he clenched his teeth. Yes, Eames had found his weakness.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Thank you Love!" Eames released Arthur's arm and practically skipped up to Ariadne. Arthur ran his finger through his hair and sighed. What had he done?

The three ended up chipping in their money to share a hotel room. They undoubtedly could have afforded separate rooms, but decided there wasn't really a point in it. Besides, it wasn't as if they hadn't slept together in one way or another.

"I'll sleep in the bathtub!" Eames offered almost too eagerly.

"The bathtub?" Ariadne raised an eyebrow. He nodded. "Why the bathtub?"

"Well it's better than the floor," he wrinkled his nose.

"You and Arthur can share the bed if you want,"

"No," Arthur shook his head, "I'll sleep in the bathtub if I have to,"

"No, no, don't go out of your way for me. Please, both of you can enjoy the bed. I prefer my privacy anyway," he winked. Arthur glared and Ariadne simply shrugged.

"Alright, whatever. Arthur, which side do you want?"

Arthur blushed, "It doesn't really matter,"

"Then I'll take the left," she smiled, pouncing onto the enormous bed. She let out a musical giggle as she jumped, her brown hair bouncing with her. Arthur couldn't help but smile back at her. He was used to the very focused Ariadne, the Architect, a girl who took her job very seriously. Free from all that stress and pressure she really was just a young woman. It was weird seeing her look…Happy?

"Come on," she gestured for him to join her.

"No thanks I'll just watch," he offered a crooked smile. To his surprise, she blushed.

"This is my cue to leave," Eames announced, leaving the hotel room entirely. Where was he going?

"That was weird," she noted.

"He is weird,"

"Do you really hate him?" She wondered, plopping down on the bed and staring at him intently.

He thought a moment before answering.

"No,"

"I didn't think so. You guys actually got along pretty well during the inception. Why do act like you do though?"

"He gets on my nerves," he admitted.

"That's too bad, he really likes you," the corners of her mouth quirked.

"Right," he scoffed.

"No really," there was a seriousness to her tone, "The way he looks at you… It's like you're his long lost brother,"

Eames waited outside the door with a smirk on his face, waiting for the sound of them kissing. After all, it could only be expected. However, to his surprise, they were talking about him. He strained his ear and held his breath to hear better.

"…It's like you're his long lost brother," he heard Ariadne say. His smirk dropped. Brother?

"Look, Eames and I just don't see eye to eye. We are practically opposites. To try to be friends with him would be a waste of time so I don't really bother,"

"No," Eames swore he could hear her shake her head, "You are both very intelligent and very sweet. The only difference is, he isn't afraid to show his more fun side. I know you have one but you're serious a lot,"

"Eames is self-centered and doesn't know when to shut up,"

"I thought you said you didn't hate him," she pointed out.

"I don't hate him, but I can't say I really want him here. I was hoping to just relax. He just… Won't leave me alone," Arthur sighed.

Eames had heard enough. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he decided to take a walk.

He was not familiar with the area but he had a rather good sense of direction and he was not afraid of getting lost. The sun had just started to set and he found himself wandering towards a more quiet part of the city. The buildings were older and mostly empty. A few stores had light illuminating the display windows.

"Bloody Hell," he ran his fingers through his hair. Why had that hurt so much? Listening to Arthur talk about his ill feelings for him, brought up feelings he did not quite understand. He loved women. He loved how soft they were, how beautiful, how much they could please him, but women didn't make his heart hurt. Women didn't hurt him when they said something mean. Arthur did.

"Hello there," a husky voice interrupted his thoughts. His glanced up and realized he had wandered quite far and was now standing in front of a rather large looking man. Considering the place and the sound of his voice, he suspected the man would be unshaven and look like a mess. To his surprise, he was large, muscled, cleanly shaven, and wearing a rather expensive looking suit.

"Can I help you?" Eames asked pleasantly.

"Oh I think you can. How much is it for one night with a fine looking thing like you?" He asked. This stunned Eames.

"What?"

"Your price?" He asked again, a seductive yet sweet smile twisting his chiseled lips. Eames couldn't help but stare at the attractive figure before him. You aren't gay, stop thinking like this!

"Not for sale, Love," he winked. The man's smile faltered. He did not become angry, but rather disappointed.

"Well that's a shame. I would pay a lot for someone like you. The others are too gangly or young, but you," he reached and ever so softly touched Eames' face, his tone softening to merely a whisper, "You're perfect. Now let me ask again, what's your price?"

Eames opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. He… He couldn't be gay but then again… Well sleeping with one guy wouldn't make him gay. He hadn't had any fun in a while and the guy really was attractive.

"How much are you willing to pay?" Eames asked sweetly. The man's smile returned.

"One thousand, how does that sound?"

"Are you crazy?" He asked with disbelief. One thousand dollars….

"Well normally I don't spend more than seven hundred but for that accent I think I'd spend anything,"

Eames bit his lip. Ariadne and Arthur would be concerned if he didn't return. Or at least, Ariadne would be concerned, Arthur probably wouldn't care. This thought made up his mind.

"Lead the way,"