This is the first fic that I have decided to write and upload so please leave plenty of reviews if you liked it and if you didn't, I'd still like to know your opinion. I know the movie came out three years ago but I hope there are Inception fans out there that still love to read/write new fics about it just as much as I do. If you liked this there will be plenty more to come so watch for more :)
I've been getting many positive reviews about this story but they all said that I should break it up into chapters so to satisfy the readers I decided to :) Thanks for taking the time to review for anybody who did so!
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Ariadne woke to the loud banging of the warehouse door swinging open. She sighed, knowing that she fell asleep once again while working on her mazes. She sat up straight in her chair and stretched her back. She rolled her neck and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. The voices of Eames and Arthur bickering floated through the air as they got closer to her secluded corner. Ariadne hurried to organize some of her sketches and drawings to avoid their nagging of how she needed to get a proper night's rest again.
She glanced in her little mirror sitting on her desk and realized that she would not be able to easily hide the deep purple bags underneath her eyes. There was a knock on the door frame and Ariadne slowly turned around, keeping her eyes on the ground.
"Morning, love." Eames said then looked at her face more closely. Ariadne avoided looking him in the eyes.
"You slept here again didn't you?" Eames said as more of a statement instead of a question.
"Yes, sorry. Okay, I did. But we're running on a tight schedule, Eames. We need to get this done by Friday and I know I won't be able to finish unless I put the extra hours in." Ariadne replied exasperatedly.
Arthur walked in the door next carrying two mugs of coffee, handing one to Ariadne.
"Here, drink."
"Thank you, Arthur."
"I'll take that." Eames strode over to her and snatched the mug out of her hand. "You are going to get some proper sleep. It's not healthy to just be running on this shit all the time."
"Stay the night here again?" asked Arthur.
"Yes, she did." Eames answered for her and then gestured towards Ariadne. "C'mon, I'm taking you home."
"I have work to do." Ariadne said shortly and turned her back on him. She went back to organizing her desk, shifting models around and stacking layouts.
"You're turning into Arthur, working too much. I won't let that happen." Ariadne didn't hear him creep up behind her but suddenly he was slipping his hands over the top of hers to take the rolls of blueprints she was holding out of her hands. He left little tingly sensations over where he touched her skin.
"Let's go, darling. I'll drive you home."
His voice was so close to her ear it made her jump and she could feel the scruff of his stubble brush the side of her face. Suddenly she didn't feel tired at all. She was very alert and very aware of the not-so-subtle contact between her and Mr. Eames; his body heat radiating against her back.
As he slipped away and towards the door she reluctantly gathered up her things and followed him.
Ariadne must've fallen asleep on the way to her apartment or something because when she woke up she was tucked safely away in her bed. That means Eames must've carried her inside. Huh, she smiled warmly at the thought. She blearily checked her phone for the time: 5:28 PM. Great, I slept the whole day away, but wow it felt good. I'll have to go in later to catch up on my mazes. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and feeling refreshed she headed out the door ready to go back to the warehouse.
Ariadne arrived back at the warehouse within the hour and walked in on Eames and Arthur arguing about something. It had to do with the job but she only caught the tail-end of the conversation.
"Tell them no. We're not gonna have enough time, you know that." protested Eames.
"We're going to miss our chance. I know we're already pushing her but this is a risky job, Eames."
"We haven't even got the sedatives back from Yusuf yet."
"They'll be here tomorrow morning before our flight. He called me an hour ago."
"Talk to Ariadne first. Don't go deciding things yet, Arthur."
"Talk to me about what?" Ariadne took this as her cue to jump in.
Arthur and Eames looked up startled. Eames shot a glare at Arthur and Arthur began explaining, "Our deadline's been moved."
"To when?"
Arthur paused and frowned, "Tomorrow night. We'll be catching a 9am flight to Barcelona tomorrow. We'll be there by noon and have the rest of the afternoon to set up."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Eames looked bewildered. "Are you sure? Your mazes are all finished?"
"Well that's why I came in tonight; I'll get them done. We'll just need to run some tests. Arthur will you stay late with me?"
"Absolutely. I'll just run home and pack real quick."
"What about me? You don't need me to stay late? I must be of no help then, huh." miffed Eames.
"Sure you can stay. You just tend to be a bit of a distraction." Ariadne blushed and turned away quickly to hide it.
Ariadne was sure Eames hadn't seen but he chuckled to himself as he retreated to his desk.
