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A/N: This has no plot at all. It's really just a drabble that happened while I wanted to write for Inception but I had no idea what to write. And this idea has been in my head for awhile so I decided to finally write it. Again, NO PLOT. Just random writing.


It's a usual day in the office for our favorite dream extracting team.

Dominic Cobb is in on the phone talking to his children. Arthur is busy typing away on his laptop. Ariadne is drawing on her sketchpad. Yusuf is tinkering with his chemicals. Eames is…late.

"Good morning!" Eames greets as soon he walks inside the warehouse. "How is my favorite team today?"

"You're late," Arthur says without looking up from his laptop.

Eames snorts. "I'm early—ier than usual, dear Arthur."

Ariadne looks up from her what she's doing and smiles at the Forger. "Good morning, Eames."

"Good morning, Ariadne," he says and strides to where she is, "and what are you cooking up today, lovely girl?"

Fifteen minutes later, Eames is back on his chair, his legs up on his desk and his arms behind his head. He's carefully observing his team when he suddenly has an idea. "I watched that reboot movie of Power Rangers last night."

Dom raised his eyebrows. He had just finished talking to his children about seeing the Power Rangers movie. "And how was it? Good for children?"

"I suppose, so. Didn't pay much attention. Only played it to keep time running." He chuckled. "But you know what I think, I think we'd be a great team of Power Rangers!"

"Oh really?" Yusuf wonders. "And how does that work?"

"Easy. I get to be the red ranger, Dom is the blue ranger, Arthur is the black ranger, Yusuf is the yellow ranger, and Ariadne would be the pink ranger. Unless Yusuf wants to be pink."

"I'm happy to be yellow," the Chemist mumbles.

"Perfect! It's settled!"

Arthur grunts. "Why do you get to be the red ranger?"

"Everyone knows I am leader material, darling."

"And I'm not?"

"I see you more as a black ranger, Arthur. You're too skinny to be the leader. Plus, I think you're the brawns here."

"Brains and brawns," Ariadne butts in.

Arthur ducks under his laptop while Eames laughs out loud.


That's it for now.