Ok, I'm changing up the story just a bit, because I must make Ariadne jealous. So I will go by (mostly) the real Inception, but there will be a couple different details and added scenes, hence the term "Behind the Scenes."

Chapter 2

We walked just a little bit further, where I turned a sidewalk into a bridge.

"This is great, but I'm telling you, if you keep changing things like this-" he never finished what he was saying, because I started walking up the steps.

As I walked through the bridge, one of the projections bumped into me. "Jeez, mind telling your subconscious to take it easy?" I said.

"It's my subconscious, you can't control it," he said. I walked down the steps of the bridge briskly.

I entered a small square, with two large glass doors to the side. I started pulling the nearest one so it closed the opening of the bridge and the square. Cobb watched what I was doing carefully, spinning around when I walked over to the other glass door. After closing the door, I looked at myself in the giant mirror. I reached out my hand slowly. It shattered just as I touched it ever so softly. My hand lingered in the air for a few extra seconds, as I was stunned that the glass shattered.

But when I looked at what took the glass door's place, the bridge that I walked through everyday to get to the college was there. I started walking again.

"Very impressive," Cobb said from behind me.

I opened my mouth in wonder as I kept walking. I felt something was wrong behind me, because I didn't hear Cobb's constant footsteps anymore.

"I know this bridge," he said. He started walking again. "This place is real, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I cross it everyday to get to the college," I said.

"Never recreate places from your memory, always imagine new places-"

"Well, you gotta draw from stuff you know, right?" I said, not really paying attention to Cobb.

"Only use details, like a streetlamp or a phone booth, never entire areas." His voice was starting to sound urgent.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because building a dream from your memory is the easiest way to lose your grasp on what is real and what is a dream," he said.

"Is that what happened to you?"

"Listen to me!" He grasped my arm so fast I turned around, shocked. "This has nothing to do with you, understand?"

"Is that why you need me to build your dreams?" I knew I was going over the line. I saw the projections standing in a group, surrounding us.

A male projection starting to grab me. "Get off her." Cobb pushed him away. "Back up."

"Hey!" I half shouted-half mumbled.

"Back up!" he yelled at the projections. I let out a throaty scream. I saw him get pulled away by a few projections.

"Cobb!" I shouted. "Let me go, please!" That was to the projections.

"Mal!" Cobb yelled.

"Cobb! Let me go, let me go!" I screamed hurriedly.

"Mal!" he yelled again. I knew he was yelling at a shockingly beautiful woman in a trench coat, coming toward me with a knife.

"Wake me up! Wake me up!" I screamed.

"Mal, no, no!"

"Wake me up! Wake me u-" And Mal plunged the knife into me.

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I woke up with a start, gasping for breath. My eyes involuntarily opened and closed as I tried breathing.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're okay, you're okay, hey," Arthur said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He looked straight into my eyes, and I looked into his seemingly black ones.

I sighed frantically. "Why did I wake up?"

"Because there was still some time on the clock, you can't wake up from within the dream unless you die," he said as he took out the needle from my wrist.

"She'll need a totem," Cobb said, getting up.

"What?" I asked.

"A totem, it's a-" Arthur started.

"That's some subconscious you got on you, Cobb, she's a real charmer!" I called out to him.

"Ah, I see you met Mrs. Cobb," he said, looking down.

"She's his wife?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

And I left. Even though it was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me, besides what happened with Mal, I just couldn't bring myself to say yes.

I walked home to my normal Parisian apartment and immediately fell down onto the bed. I fell asleep almost instantly.

ARTHUR'S POV

I was slightly disappointed that Ariadne had declined our offer. I was hoping she would say yes, mostly because I knew she was a good architect. But in my mind, I knew that I just wanted to see her again. I had to admit she was pretty. Though I was exactly nine inches taller. Hey, I've done the research. It's pretty easy when Miss Ariadne Adams is on Facebook, though I don't know why she would put her height.

Cobb left for Mombasa to find Eames, a man who would, till the end of time itself, try to irritate me. He was needed for inception, so I didn't have a choice. We needed a forger.

I walked around Paris for a couple minutes, because I decided I've done enough research for the day. I sat down at a small café, and I took out my cell phone. My girlfriend, though I was about to dump her, because I know she's cheating, after all, it's been a year since I've last seen her, has called. Jen, though I had loved her, was just a distant memory now. The saying was wrong, I've fallen out of love with time. But maybe she wasn't the right one.

I really hate thinking about my feelings, it distracts me from work. I have to be the best point man I can be to survive in this business.

I went back to the warehouse at around five o'clock. It was still light out. I stood in front of the PASIV, just staring at it. Then I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

It was Ariadne.

"Cobb said you'd be back," I stated simply.

"I tried not to come, but…" Her voice trailed off. I knew she was trying to think of the words that she was going to say.

"But there's nothing quite like it," I finished for her.

"It's just… pure creation." She smiled at me. And I smiled back.

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