Hi guys, this is my very first story on and my first Inception story! It will be a multichapter based around Arthur and Ariadne due to them being so goddamn cute! Anyway, on with the story! The first chapter is a prologue and is a flashback.

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PROLOGUE

Ariadne collapsed onto the king size bed as soon as she stepped through the doors of her hotel room. Trust Arthur to book her a hotel room that was nearly as big as her whole apartment back in Paris. She would be staying there for three days before returning to Paris (first class thanks to Arthur once again) to rejoin her previous life.

Previous life. It felt as if she had been away for years when in fact it had only been two months. She sighed as she thought about the bills and letters that would have to be sorted when she arrived, everything about her 'previous life' felt so meaningless now. She had experienced more than she would ever imagine and built impossible buildings filled with mazes and paradoxes. Although she had left the warehouse only 24 hours before, she missed her new colleagues and yearned to discuss the Inception that they had just performed. But most of all, she wanted to discuss it with Arthur. He was the one that taught her all about the dreamworld and he was the one she trusted out of everyone.

'It was worth a shot'

Those five words bounced around her head and refused to disappear even though she tried to shrug them off in her taxi on the way to the hotel. It had happened in slow motion. His face lingered in front of hers searching her eyes for the answer as she did the same to him. Only then had they taken their own personal leap of faith. Her lips still burnt even though it technically wasn't real. But she knew she had felt it and she knew that he had too.

Finding the energy to finally stand up, she placed her suitcase onto her bed, slowly unzipping it and opening the cover before taking out a few shirts at the top of the pile. It was only then that she noticed something unrecognizable.

A kaleidoscope of colours, all blended together to make a beautiful silk scarf. Ariadne picked it up into her hands and held it to her cheek as if to comfort herself. It matched her eyes perfectly and must have cost a fortune. In the corner of her eye she saw a little white envelope tucked inside her suitcase. She opened it revealing a piece of crisp white card with recognizable calligraphy handwriting.

"Dream Ariadne, dream. - A"

The sharp intake of her breath signalled a piece of her heart shattering as she clutched her totem and made for the dressing table to tip it over. She didn't know where he was. She didn't know how to contact him. And she had made a vow to stay away from her colleagues for three months. A single solitary tear swept down her face as she realised how alone she was. She pushed her suitcase off of her bed, her clothes scattering everywhere and curled up, fully clothed into her bed clutching her totem and her new scarf.

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Arthur walked away from the window of the hotel opposite to Ariadne's room trying to convince himself that she would be ok. It was then that he started counting down the 3 months until he would visit her.