Well, this is my first fanfiction and first story I've ever written in English. The idea was just too strong to let it go and I had to put it away from my mind (well, an idea is most resilient and invasive parasite right? ) Sorry for my English, it's big sh*t, but I hope I wrote this story in understandable form And I would be so glad if you would leave any comment, I'd like to know your opinion on this story. And any correction of my English will be sooo much welcomed and constructive critique too, because it always kicks me to write more So enjoy and comment!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inception and any of its character, they belong to one very talented man - Ch. Nolan


Tears, pain, and love

There was a flare. A strange sound of skidding tires. A crash. So loud and severe. Then pain. Woman's panic cry. And then silence, so deep and pure as his body began to shrink with the momentum of his car. His mind flied up like feather, slowly leaving him in his agony. His vision was blur, his muscles weak and sore. And then it began again – woman's scream, desperate and full of pain. It lasted years, maybe decades and then it faded away just like his mind eternity ago. There was feeble movement somewhere close to him. He heard sirens. And some voice coming from afar but he couldn't hear what it was trying to say …


"Eames?"

"Yeah?"

Silence.

"Arthur, love, is it you?"

Another voiceless moment.

"Yes …"

"Darling? Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Th-there was … an accident … I …"

The voice on the other side cracked and all he could hear was just heavy breathing. His stomach curled in anxiety.

"Arthur? Where are you right now? I'll come for you."


He was sitting alone in long corridor, his gaze was lost and lifeless. He heard someone calling his name with trembling voice. His head slowly turned at the man who had appeared from the corner. Their eyes met for a long agonized moment, one look was tensed and full of fear, another disinterested and tired.

"Oh my …" whispered the older man still standing at the corner. "Arthur …"

Arthur moved his gaze back to the opposite wall. He was evidently still shocked.

"What happened? Where is she?" His voice crossed the space between them and hit Arthur's ears like a knife. He stayed silent but his eyes were fixed on the older man again.

"God dammit, talk to me!" shouted he and moved to motionless Arthur. He grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Younger's man body waggled from side to side like a rag doll.

"Have you slept with her?" asked he suddenly and his eyes came back to life with anger. The older man looked at him confusedly, his mouth opened in surprise.

"What? …" whispered he quietly. "It's not your business." replied he sharply.

"Of course it is my business. She's my closest friend!" uttered he peevishly and slowly stood up on his shaking legs. The other man hurriedly flinched from him.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Okay, we've slept together. So what?"

"So what?" whispered he angrily. "So what? She is pregnant because of you, you idiot!" screamed he and hit him in the face.

He was suddenly washed over by guilt when man fell against the wall. Silence occurred between them, shocked and heavy. They were looking at each other, slowly absorbing Arthur's words.

Older man straightened up and came closer to Arthur. He sat down on the hospital bench and looked up at the younger man. They stayed silent, each of them rapt in his own thoughts.

"I want to marry her." whispered Cobb firmly. "If she agrees …"

Then appeared doctor. He was young, his gown was ironed and white, his eyes attentive and cheerful.

"Mr. … Cobb?" asked he politely and looked at Arthur. He shook his head and pointed to the older man.

"Oh, sorry." said he to Arthur and then he turned to Cobb. "Mr. Cobb, could you come with me, please? Your girlfriend is awake."

Cobb gave Arthur one last look. There wasn't anger or fear or hate. His eyes were soft and they were asking him for something. Arthur nodded his head in approval. Two men went away and left him behind. And he was alone. Again.


He watched Eames opening his apartment's door and followed him inwards. He heard a loud slam as the door was closed again and his head exploded in pain. He groaned and moved himself to his bedroom, threw himself in bed leaving Eames stay in the door frame, his eyes carefully watching his every weak movement.

"Are you sure you'll be okay darling?"

"Yes. Thanks for picking me up."

Eames sat on Arthur's bed and reached down his hand. He felt the shivering of younger man's body which was cold and tense.

"Don't try to touch me." warned him Arthur darkly and sat beside him to prevent him from another attempts. Eames gave him playful look and tried to catch his gaze.

"You can go, Eames. I can take care of myself."

"Well, you don't look so good, pet so I think that I'll stay for a while."

Arthur mumbled something and huffily moved to the window. He looked out at the streets full of cars and sounds and people …

"Who was that woman?" asked Eames quietly. He couldn't take the silence that appeared between them, he wanted to hear Arthur's voice, no matter how shaky it was. He couldn't let him drown in depression.

"Mallorie … Dom's girlfriend. We've met in the high school." Answered he slowly, carefully pronouncing every word. He paused and returned back to bed. "And this evening … She was so excited. She was so beautiful …"

"Darling, could you drive me home, please? I'm so tired, I need to get home …"

And he said yes.

They sat in his car. He started up. They should not to drive far.

There was a lot of laughing. There was Aerosmith's song playing from the radio. And there was some bloody bastard who was too drunk to drive.

And there were two people in the car. A woman who needed to drive away and a man who wasn't able to say no to her.

"I'm pregnant darling."

"I'm pregnant and he does not even know this."

He wanted to make her feel better. To blow away the pain she was trying to cry out as she was lying somewhere close to him. He wanted to kill that bloody bastard who caused her this pain. We wish he just could do anything for her …

"Arthur?"

He jerked himself and looked at Eames. The Englishman was watching him worriedly, unsure what to do or say.

"It wasn't your fault." said he finally, trying to cheer Arthur up. "You're not responsible for what happened today."

Arthur curled down on his bed without a word.

"And she's alive, right? And her child will be okay too. There's no reason to feel guilty, mate." said he brightly and stood up to leave. "I'd rather go. Sleep well darling. If something, call me, alright?"

"Eames?" whispered Arthur desperately and jumped from his bed. "Don't … don't go."

Eames looked at him surprised when Arthur moved towards him. Englishman stopped him right before the younger man could do anything else and looked carefully in his brown eyes.

"Arthur, you're not conscious … I should go …" mumbled he in the air between their faces. But instead of moving away he pressed his lips against Arthur's.

"Please, stay …"

And he stayed.


SIX YEARS LATER

It was raining. Heavy drops of water were falling down from steely grey sky, tirelessly. The sound of these drops hitting wet ground was loud and it filled silence occurred between people. They were standing, motionless, like black statues from worst nightmares. Their faces were pale and their eyes were full of tears. They were standing and watching gruesome hole in the ground. It was opening its mouth, waiting for the body to swallow.

Arthur turned away when they began to put the coffin into the grave. He could hear crying. All around him, hidden behind the curtains of sound of rain. Then he heard weak voice, he turned his head and saw a little boy standing in front of him.

"Uncle Arthur? Where's mommy?"

He looked away again unable to move or say anything. She is gone, he wanted to say. But she loved you, she always will. But he couldn't speak. He was just staying there like everyone else, moveless, he let the raindrops soak in his clothes and cold fill whole his shivering body. Then he looked down but the boy was gone. He was standing near his sister, his eyes were full of confusion.

The coffin was gone.

It was draped with heavy and wet loam.

The body inside it was dead and cold.

The woman was dead.

It was over.

End of the story.

He began to walk away, leaving crowd of people behind him. He returned back to his car and sat in. He was empty. Every feeling was gone. He was alone with his pain again, like six years ago in another car. But there was no woman crying away her pain. There were no lights and sirens. No bloody bastard who was too drunk to ride. Everything was calm and silent. The only thing he could hear were raindrops falling from grey sad sky.

He felt movement it the car behind him. He felt soft kiss that reached his neck. He felt hands touching his shoulders. He heard a voice whispering his name. He did not answer it.

He started up.

"Darling?"

"Don't call me that. Where's Cobb?"

"He's away. He'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Okay …"

"So … You're leaving with him?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?"

No response.

"Please, talk to me."

"We should end this."

His car stopped in front of a cheap hotel. One more brokenhearted look. One more desperate kiss.

"Just go. Please."

And he went out to the pouring rain. Without any word.

He shouted the car's door.

He entered his hotel.

He disappeared in his apartment.

Arthur stepped on the gas and drove away.

Everything was over.

Just like that.

End of the story.


So, this is it ;) I hope you liked the story because I enjoyed writing it so much ... And please, leave a comment guys! ^^