Title: Snapshots of our Lives
Pairing(s): Mal/Dom, Arthur/Eames(eventually) but it is Arthur-centric
Rating: T (because of the occasional swear and eventual violence that will pop up)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or the wonderful characters that are in it, but I do enjoy playing around with them :)
A/N: This is the first fic I've published to this sight, so let me know what you think. Also this is going to be a multi-chapter story and I will try to keep things in chronological order. Please review as I would love to be able to improve as I go along with this one. Anyway, please enjoy!
It is Cobb family tradition to take pictures at every event, every moment in their lives. Mal started it and it wasn't long before Dom had jumped on the bandwagon. Soon, they had albums filled with pictures and memories. There was a physical reminder of everyone they had ever met.
So, when they had met Arthur, Mal had done everything in her power to get a picture of the elusive and aloof young man. As it turned out, this was a much more difficult task than she had originally anticipated. It was as if Arthur had a sixth sense for when there was a camera nearby.
Once she asked him if he was afraid of cameras or something. Some people didn't like the idea of there being a physical documentation of their existence. And given their occuppation, this was the most likely explaination. However he had just shaken his head and told her that he simply didn't like his picture being taken.
For a while, he had managed to elude Mal's camera until the faithful day when Phillipa was born. Dom had called Arthur the moment Mal had gone into labor. The young man had arrived within the hour and had waited patiently in the waiting room until he was allowed to see them. The boy (he was barely over 20 at the time) had balked a little when Mal asked him if he wanted to hold Phillipa, but he had reached out and held her.
He looked so natural with a baby in his arms (Mal had always wondered why this was), and he looked so content and at peace that Dom had taken the moment to snap a quick picture of him. The flash had startled the poor man so much that he had almost dropped Phillipa, but he had held on like his life depended on it.
Dom would look at the picture years later and think back to when they were a family and things were much simpler. Back when Mal was alive and Arthur actually smiled. No one knew that he kept the picture tucked in his wallet and he would look at it every so often when he wanted to remember the young man that had come into his life so suddenly and had just as quickly become a pivotal part of it.