A.N: You can check the graphic here on my tumblr: post/3307344037/you-should-be-here-here-as-in-here-in-safety , a little ficlet. Nothing too special. I was just in the mood for a little fluf xD
You Should Be Here
Here. As in here in safety. As in here in the real world. As in here with her.
But he isn't here, even if his body is here, as sometimes it is, his mind is elsewhere. She always seams to get into the warehouse in Paris just when he's already inside a dream and she's never got the time to be there when he awakes.
So they know they are on the same planet, and sometimes in the same country, in the same city and in the same room, but they are never together. Somehow that's breaking her heart to bits and pieces. As for him, she as no clue. It's not like he's sending her postcards or post-its, or something romantic, because that's not who he is and she knows it all to well.
So it the day came where she could no longer continue to not being able to talk to him. Because when he was away he would call afraid someone, somewhere would track the call and trace it back to her, and get her so they could get him. After all he was the best in his job. Everyone wanted him, everyone was willing to pay thousands to have him work for them. So she was his little secret and she had to hidden. It was for her own good, and all was well for the first months and then the cold came, December passed, the new year started and she knew nothing off him.
So those moments they where together, even if he wasn't there, where the only moments she had, and she would held his hand and talk to him. She would tell him about the university and her life, her friends and the job search she was conducting, oh and the driving lessons of course. And when her time was up she would pick her bag, kiss him and tell him that she loved him before going away. Day by day, it seamed more and more like she was talking to dead man's grave and not a live, breathing men.
So she wrote him a little note on a postcard, so he would know how much she missed him. Or at least that was her intention, but in the end she ended up just writing a just little bunch of sentences before she started shaking. So she decided to go to the pint and she ended the postcard with a simple "you should be here".
That day, although she didn't knew someone was recording her voice, recording just a little part of the whole conversation and they knew exactly what to do with her voice. Eames knew better than be caught.
So that day instead of that French song, "La Vie en Rose" or what it was called, when Arthur was in the dream he started hearing her voice. It started like a whisper, he got scared thinking a shadow of her was appearing but it was only the sound of her voice.
Her voice, over and over again, saying "I love you!". He woke up from the dream, after all was only a training dream for the real job, by shooting himself in the head. When he woke up, he took the headphones that keep playing "I love you!" and looked all around until he found her postcard.
When he let go of the postcard, he was shaking, she was right. He should be there. Somehow he just knew that would be his last job in a few months or years or ever. He wasn't sure for how long he was going be out of the business, but for her he would try. He would do everything to be there for her.
She didn't knew what to say when she saw him outside her class waiting for her. She blinked, smiled and ran to him as fast as she could until she was hugging him, and he was hugging her back.
He was there, he finally was there and he had never felt so alive before.
The end.