Safe House
Chapter 1: New Day
Rated T {chance of moving up to M for lemons}
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception
Author's Note: Hello, I have recently neglected fanfiction, so here we are.
Arthur noted the sleeping figure beside him. Normally his stomach fluttered with disbelief that she was actually there. After all this time, he couldn't believe it. This time, his stomach fluttered with the thought of why she was there, she wasn't supposed to be. He got up and checked the clock, everyone was completely jet lagged, it was going to be dark in a few hours.
Slowly, and thoughtlessly Arthur pulled on his normal suit attire, minus the jacket, it was a little too hot for that, plus here there was really no need to dress to impress. Plus he didn't have many cloths, only those he had picked out long long ago. He got up and left his hair, not caring if it wasn't gelled for once.
"Arthur," he thought he heard someone whisper his name but it was a false alarm. He was still a little jittery. The sound of everyone shouting at once had given him an instant headache, but now that there was peace and silence it just made him paranoid to think about it.
That was also odd. It had been a long time since Arthur hadn't been somewhere in a city. Arthur was always in the city. Ruralness never worked for him and now he knew why.
He wandered through the odd small house and made his way to the back. Going outside was probably the answer, maybe he could hear something. He slid the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the grass. Grass, it had been a long time since he had seen it in such abundance. He walked down the lawn and onto the small dock that led far out onto the placid lake. The day had started out so perfectly.
Eames rolled his eyes for the thousandth time.
"I can't wait to see her," Arthur was almost jumping up and down.
"Calm down, and please control yourself," the forger scoffed, "Just because your finally going to get some…"
"This is more about getting some Eames, my girlfriend, yes girlfriend, and I are finally going to be together for more than a week or two! This hasn't happened since before we actually went out!" Arthur said clenching his fists with excitement. Eames folded his arms and looked over the crowd of people surging through the airport.
"I am just glad we are getting back an architect who knows the hell what she's doing," Eames smiled.
This time it was Arthur's turn to roll his eyes. Everyone on the team loved Ariadne, there was no denying. She had that sarcastic humor and motherly temperament. She was patient and caring towards all of them, therefore earning herself a universal feeling of love from the team.
"There she is," Arthur beamed as he saw the unusually short girl head through the crowd. Of course she was modestly wearing boots, she was never one to be ashamed of her height.
"Ariadne!" Eames waved. Her milk chocolate eyes lit up as she spotted them.
"Arthur! Eames!" she dragged a heavy-looking rolling suit case and a large tote bag.
"Hey!" Arthur came forwards. She dropped her things but before she could get her hands on Arthur, Eames intercepted a hug.
"It's good to see you Eames," she hugged her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"See that?" Eames raised an eyebrow.
"Don't get too cocky," Ariadne shook her head with a wink. She wrapped her hands around Arthur's tie and pulled him down to her level. Falling into a kiss that last for more than a minute. Eames coughed, "If you two have a memory of any sort we do actually have to work."
"Of course Eames, because I know you are the most keen on your work," she teased lightly. He laughed and picked up her suitcase. She kept her bag and headed out with the two of them, if only Arthur knew, he could have told her not to come at all.
"Look who is back!" Eames called as they entered the warehouse.
Panic flooded through all of them as they saw the usually semi-messy room. Everything was gone. Cleared away and packed up. Shattered glass lay all over the cement floor. The air was filled with a giant dush cloud. Yusuf was already in the room, his hair as messy as a bird's nest.
"What's going on?" Arthur demanded, taking his arm away from Ariadne's waist.
"We're done, we've been compromised." Yusuf said, "Most of our stuff…"
"We have to get the hell out of here!" Cobb burst into the middle of the room from standing in the corner, he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Where, what?" Ariadne fell into the room. The two other team members only managed a smile towards her but seemed a little preoccupied.
"What is going on, what do you mean compromised?" she demanded.
"Our files, our work, everything is gone." Eames said as he stormed over to his desk.
"They're coming for us?" Arthur looked around. Cobb nodded.
"What are you talking about? What were you working on… who is coming for you…" Ariadne was cut off by the sudden eruption of conversation. They launched around the room, gathering the few things that had been left.
"We have to go to the train station," Arthur said grabbing Ari's hand and giving a sure nod to Eames.
"It looks like we'll have to cool it for the time being," Yusuf said, "Best of luck to you all." He took his bag and started for the door.
"Where are you gonna go?" Cobb asked, looking at the chemist.
"I am heading back to Spain, I will try to ride it out there," he said. With that the chemist took off. Hopefully not for the last time.
"We're going to the safe house right?" Eames looked at Arthur. He nodded, "Ariadne too… we dragged her into this. They'll take her if she doesn't come with us… Cobb?"
"As much as I don't want to, I have to come with you. I can't go back home, kids and attackers don't mix," he said grimly.
"Then its set, we're going to the safe house."
"Arthur," Ariadne took Arthur's hand in hers. He looked down and over at her. Half her face was hidden in the darkness. The other half pale with moonlight. She blinked waiting for him to answer.
"Yes?" he sighed quietly.
"You should probably come inside. I made everyone some pasta, your favorite." She smirked.
"It's not my favorite, it's just the only thing you can cook well," he laughed.
"Fair enough," she leaned into his arm, "Just know that everything is going to be ok, this is a safe house."
"I know," he said quietly, "It's the matter of how long we're gonna be here that bothers me."
Inspiration for this chapter: Brand New Day by Ryan Star and the actual Inception script page 103
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