I Apologize in advance for grammar and everything that might seem confusing, my main language is spanish but I like writing in english because that way I (or should I say Eames?) can use the word 'Darling', plus I already wrote several chapters in english and it would be hard for me to translate them.

Enjoy.

Eames is an idiot.

Arthur was always right. He was right when he told Cobb something was wrong with Mal, He was right when he said that Ariadne was the perfect Architect for the Fisher Job, and he was right when he told Yusuf that their sleeping serum was going to be a success. Arthur was always right, except when it came to Eames.

It had been nearly a year after the Fisher job, everyone continued with their lives separately, Yusuf became famous in the black market with the serum he invented, Cobb finally reunited with his two children, Ariadne returned to school to finish her senior year, Saito became richer every day and...

"Eames returned to Mombasa" Cobb said waiting for the other to react "He sent a postcard"

"Mm" Arthur gave Phillipa a smiled as he finished her ponytail, ignoring Cobb, the older one suppressed a smile and took a sip of his coffee.

"Thank you, Uncle Arthur" the little girl kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

Arthur and Cobb were always friends and that wasn't going to change, After the job Arthur returned to live in New York so he visited Cobb occasionally and eventually the children became attached to him, they even started calling him uncle.

"Still don't like Eames?"

"It's not that it's just… he is not exactly my favorite kind of person"

"I thought you bonded" Cobb laughed, "He does like you though, he always sends his greetings and asks about you"

"He's an asshole"

"Hey my kids are here, no bad words" he scolded "look at this" Arthur looked at him, hoping it wasn't more news about the British nightmare that called himself Eames. "Ariadne graduated and wants us to spend Christmas Eve with her. Apparently she will be in France the rest of the year and she'll spend it alone."

"I know, she sent me the same letter a few days ago" said Arthur

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like Christmas" He shrugged. For Arthur, Christmas had always been solitary, even as a child, one day he decided it would be like any other day of the year.

"OK, but ... you like Ariadne" Cobb raised both eyebrows suggestively "right?"

"Yes, she is nice"

Arthur stood up and got ready to leave, he grabbed his coat and started putting it on, he was about to grab his laptop when Cobb's voice stopped him.

"You know what I mean, Arthur"

"Yes" he sighed "but… Ariadne is not exactly my type"

"I see" Cobb smiled at him and patted his shoulder "We Will find you a nice girl soon, maybe in France. It seems we already booked our flight"

"Ariadne bought us tickets already?"

"Yes" Cobb nodded "there is no way to say no to her"

Arthur nodded and forced a smile, his feet moved faster than ever to get out of there, He climbed to his car and sighed, he was just seconds away to tell Cobb his darkest secret, Ariadne wasn't his type because Ariadne wasn't a man. Arthur was gay and he couldn't even bring himself to tell Cobb. It wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he was nervous of how the older man would react, the only person that knew about it was Mal, she promised to take his secret to the grave… and so she did.

He arrived to his flat almost at 8:30, damn traffic, put his coat in the couch along with his laptop and went into his room, everything was so quiet, he didn't liked living in the city because all of that noise, but when you are on the top floor of a building and have soundproof glasses you barely hear anything, he turned on the radio.

"Song number 3" he read, " 'Your Love' by the Outfield, perfect"

He started moving his head with the music and then his body, undressing slowly, he took his shirt and then his trousers, folding them perfectly and putting them on the bed, he was about to get rid of his undies when…

"I love that bloody song"

He turned around quickly, aiming a gun to the person hiding in the shadows.

"Who the fuck are you?" he hissed as calmed as always.

"Big words for a boy" a tall, muscular figure with tanned skin walked towards him "Big gun too"

Wait a second… boy, the only asshole that called him that was…

"Mr. Eames?" he said putting the gun away.

"I thought we were way past that 'Mr.' phase, Darling"

"What are you doing here?" he asked

"I was in the neighborhood and –"

"I could have killed you, you idiot," Arthur sounded really worried.

"Don't you want to?" he joked, the younger man looked at him furiously "I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience of my presence, Darling"

He watched as Arthur put his pants on and a shirt, he always wondered how did the point man slept, what he wore while in bed to be exact, he always thought he slept with suits, he sat on the bed while Arthur entered the bathroom. He was there a few minutes, once out he looked at Eames.

"What do you really want, Mr. Eames?" this time he sounded tired, Eames could tell he was, he was paler than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes.

They both looked outside when they heard a thunder, it was going to rain soon, Arthur yawned and looked at Eames raising his left eyebrow.

"Well"

"I wanted to see how you were doing, Darling" He answered honestly, but for Arthur it sounded like a mock, like everything else Eames said. "not good I see, you look like shit"

"Leave" he grabbed Eames' arm and lead him to the front door "I'm not in the mood to argue with you"

"I didn't come for that, I am sorry if I insulted you, Arthur"

Arthur snorted; he wanted to kick Eames out just so he could get some sleep. Another thunder made them look up.

"I better be going, I need to find a hotel and I don't think this weather will make it any easier" Eames smiled to Arthur "See you in Paris on Friday, Darling?"

Arthur had forgotten about that, he closed his eyes for a second and nodded to Eames. He felt bad about kicking him out of his flat but he was too tired to over think it.

Friday arrived fast, too fast, He was already ready to leave, grabbed his bags and got in the elevator, when he reached the bottom floor he approached the doorman to ask for a cab but he stopped when he saw Eames waiting for him outside. It was still rainy and, according to the weather news, it was going to stay like that a few more days.

"Great day to leave the country, isn't it?" said the blond man with his flirty tone.

"Definitely" Arthur watched as the other man put his bags in the trunk.

The way to the airport was completely silent, which Arthur found strange, Eames was never quiet, he always had something to said. Always. He was relieved to see Cobb when they arrived to the airport, it was madness, after all if you want to take a flight any day before Christmas you must face the consequences, they were late so they small talked and hopped on the plane rapidly.

In the plane it was the same thing, Cobb sat two seats in front of them, leaving him with Eames, after three hours of flight he couldn't contain himself anymore.

"Are you dying or something?" Eames laughed broke the awkward silence.

"Why would you ask something like that, Darling?" Arthur shrugged

"You always have something stupid to say" Eames smiled "but you've been quiet now, it's… weird"

"If that's your way to tell me how much you've missed my voice, we need to work on how you express yourself, pet" he said winking at him.

A beautiful blonde flight attendant offered Eames a bottle of fine champagne, Arthur watched as the woman flirted with the blond man, blushing lightly when Eames kissed her hand and thanked her, he gave her a glass of champagne and she was gone.

"Fancy some champagne, Arthur?" he shook his head "Don't drink, Hu"

"I don't like it" he simply said

"You don't like Christmas, you don't like alcohol, you don't like smoking…" Eames counted his fingers as he listed, Christmas, Arthur thought

"So you and Cobb have had some talk," he mumbled, "I don't like drinking because I've never been able to hold alcohol properly" he admitted "and smocking causes cancer. My father died of cancer."

"I see" Eames nodded and took a sip of his champagne "What about Christmas?"

"It's just… non of your business"

"Oh come on you little Grinch, it can't be that bad"

Arthur ignored him and closed his eyes, it was better to get some sleep, Eames could bothered him some other day, after all he was going to spend an entire week in the same house with him. He looked at Cobb and he was smiling.

"I am going to kill you," he mouthed before falling asleep.

Ariadne made him almost land on the floor when she jumped over him, kissing him hard in the cheek and then did the same with Eames and Cobb, she helped them with their bags and lead the to her car, it was actually a big car, once inside she started talking all the way till her house.

"…And then he broke up with me, but I didn't cared, he was an asshole" she said

"He was indeed, if he let you go, sweetheart" Eames grinned, Ariadne blushed and smiled wide.

Arthur noticed that he had the same effect on Ariadne that he had on the flight attendant on the plane, but it was obvious, Eames was always flirting with women, he was secure of himself and knew what he wanted, he was cocky… too cocky. Unlike Arthur, the young man was never good with relationships, that's why he knew he would end up alone.

"You are too nice, Eames" she said smiling "this is it… home sweet home"