Third part to this story is here! :D Not much to explain so far for this chapter, so just enjoy, and the next part will follow soon. :) Sorry it took a few days to update this, I've been busy and had another long story to update. Plus I seriously got stuck on this one. Big time. I had to watch Inception over again to figure out how the hell I was going to start and even end this chapter.

Sorry it took so long too, I hadn't planned that out. I also hadn't planned out the plot as much Dx Flames will be appreciated now. Like for real.

Either way, enjoy this, and stay tuned for the next chapter :)

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Sursumdeorsumphobia

(Fear of up and down)

"We'll have to find another way to put the idea in. The photo won't do anything."


(DREAM LEVEL TWO)
The Elegant Hotel


Ariadne's eyes widened as she looked around the spacious hotel lobby. This was certainly not as Arthur-like as she'd designed. She looked around for Eames, feeling a tap on her shoulder. She turns, looking at the man she was looking for. Eames reaches in his pocket, pulling out the picture and hands it to her. She takes it, and looks down at Eames posed as both Arthur and his mother.

"I just spotted Arthur across the lobby heading into the bar. I can keep him distracted while you plant the picture." He hands her a cellphone too.

"Just in case you need something. Arthur's suite is on the ninth floor. Room 913."

Ariadne nods, taking the cellphone and goes to put it in her pants pocket, realizing she is wearing a skirt. Eames chuckles as she frowns, putting the cellphone in her jacket pocket.

Eames turns to walk away, putting his hands in his pockets, before Ariadne stops him.

"Make sure he knows your a projection. The hotel isn't perfectly like Arthur's usual tastes, so he could be very suspicious." Eames nods and disspears through a hallway, leaving Ariadne standing in the lobby. She turns towards the elevators, pushing the button. She steps in pushing the Nine button.

Her hand grips the photo as she looks down at it again, her mind going over everything Arthur has said about his mother. She remembers his reactions every time she said 'mother.' She wonders what happened to his mother, as she watches the floor numbers go by and suddenly she is on the ninth floor, stepping out of the elevator, heading down the hallway.

Eames looks around the bar, searching for the familiar face, finding him sat alone in the corner. He heads over, patting Arthur on the back, watching the man turn.

"An Eames projection?" Arthur smirks. Eames shrugs.

"Your dream, mate." Eames takes a seat next to Arthur, ignoring the bartender's stares as he orders a drink. Arthur turns to him as the bartender places a glass in front of Eames. Eames takes a sip, watching Arthur skim his face.

"Do I not look like the real Eames?" Arthur smirks, looking around the bar.

"It's not that it's just... I dunno. I would have designed this a bit better. I should have. Have you seen Ariadne around?"

Eames' fingers clutch the glass a bit tighter, as he nods, turning back to Arthur.

"How is the sursom...de... whatever the hell it's called phobia?" Arthur raises an eyebrow, his forehead creasing in a frown.

"You and Ariadne are very intent on asking me about that. Ariadne keeps directing my attention to my mother too. I wonder if my subsoncious is trying to tell me something." Eames shrugs, finishing the drink, watching Arthur play with his glass, looking down at the elegant table top. Eames pats Arthur's shoulder, looking around the crowded room. His cellphone goes off, and he looks at Arthur, grinning as he pulls it out, flipping the device open.

No safe around. Going to have to improvise. Projections are surrounding the ninth floor rooms.

He skims through the text, and puts it away, shrugging at Arthur, who looks at him confused.

"Just a girl I met an hour ago." Arthur sighs, shaking his head. Eames stands up, his hands back in his pockets. "Well, darling, I should be going now. You have fun in your dream. Remember, Ariadne's always on the ninth floor when you need her." Arthur blushes red, causing Eames to chuckle. He turns to walk away, waving over his back. He heads back towards the lobby, taking in all of the projections.

His eye catches the back of a woman's head, and the long black hair. She turns to him, obviously staring, and he stares at her face, suddenly walking faster.

"Shit." He mutters, running towards the elevators.


He pushes the up button multiple times, cursing the slowness of the elevator. It finally arrives, and he steps in, jamming the ninth floor button. The elevator lurches upwards and he counts the floors, his hands searching in his jacket for his gun. He pulls it out, and puts his hand behind his back as the elevator makes a sound, motioning that he is on the ninth floor.

He steps out, immediately seeing a man walking near one of the doors. He shoots the man, catching his fall, and searches around for a supply closet. He spots one, dragging the man across the floor and places him in the closet, shutting the door.

"Was that really nescesary?" A feminine sarcastic voice calls from behind him.

He turns to Ariadne, clutching her wrist.

"Where's the picture?" He puts the gun in the belt of his pants, looking aorund for projections. Ariadne points down the hall.

"Like I said, no safe, oddly. I had to improvise by putting it in a frame I found on the dresser in his room, and hopefully-" Eames cuts her off, dragging her down the hallway.

"We'll have to find another way to put the idea in. The photo won't do anything." Ariadne pulls him back, retracting her wrist from his grip. She frowns.

"What do you mean it won't do anything?" Eames heads down anther hallway, looking down it, his hands pulling at his gun. He hears gunshots, before he steps out fully into the hallway, shooting at the two men. One instantly falls to the floor, and the other runs closer to him, shooting at Eames, who manages to dodge the shot barely. He shoots the projection, and walks back to Araidne, pulling her along the hallway.

"Arthur made his own projection of her in this level." Ariadne frowned again.

"Who is her?"

"His mother." Eames mutters over his shoulder, turning down another hallway.


"What? Well how does that affect us?"

Eames turns to her, his eyes still glancing around.

"Well it won't be very believeable with the picture and her right downstairs. This isn't going to work. We'll have to go back and find some way to get the kick." He looks at his watch, cursing multiple times. "We only have a few hours."

He looks around the next corner, spotting room 913, and also three more men. He turned back to Ariadne.

"Did Arthur ever teach you hand to hand combat?" He asks, checking the amount of bullets left in his gun. Ariadne looks down at her skirt, then back to Eames, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but how is that going to get them? They're projections of the person who trained me." Eames grins.

"We'll just have to try now won't we?"

He steps into the hallway, shooting the first man in the shoulder, and the two others turn, taking out their guns too. Ariadne hides behind Eames while he punches the other man, and Ariadne grabs the third man, kneeing him in the groin. Eames kicks the projection and shoots him promptly in the head. Ariadne punches the third man, watching as Eames shoots him in the stomach.

Ariadne stands up straight, heading towards room 913, hitting a pin code on the box next to the door. She heards the lock click, and Eames reaches for the door handle, pushing the door open.

He heads in the room, locking it behind them, and looks around, finding the picture on the nightstand. Araidne stands in the corner as Eames takes out the picture, ripping it in two, replacing the now empty frame. Eames throws the picture pieces in the bathroom trashcan, coming back inside the room.

He sits on the bed, sighing.

"Well what the hell do we do now?" He mutters, reaching in his coat pocket for some more gun ammo. Ariadne shrugs.

"I haven't a clue what idea we'll have to use now."

"I'm going to have to go back down there and talk to Arthur more, Eames."

"Alright. Try getting him to come up to this room, so we're safer. I'll wait in here."

"Deal. And Eames?"

"What is it now, darling?"

"I think I found a way, but I don't know how it'll screw Arthur up afterwords."

"We'll have to just wing it with that then. I haven't got any other ideas. I'll think it through while your down with Arthur, see if I can get anything from this room. I can't believe there's no safe."

"Arthur must know that building a safe is the easiest way to have ideas stolen. He probably did the logical thing and hid the secrets in the most obvious places. How much time left?"

"Uh..." Eames checks his watch, "about four hours."

"I'll go talk to him."

Ariadne heads to the door, locking it behind her and heads back down to the elevator pressing the button. In her mind she goes over the pros and cons of her idea, wondering if it could work, or if it will mess up Arthur forever.


She heads back down to the lobby, her mind still planning.

Ariadne heads towards the bar, finding Arthur still in his usual spot. She reminds herself she is supposed to be a projection, and takes a breath, sneaking up behind Arthur, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hey you." She kisses his hair, pulling back to sit nex to him, in Eames seat, watching his ears redden.

"My mind seems to be going very wild lately." Arthur states in a matter of factly tone. Ariadne smiles, pating his arm.

Arthur smirks, finishing his drink.

"How many of those have you had?" Araidne marvels at how fast he finishes the liquid.

"About four... I can handle alchahol well." Ariadne smiles.

"That's a good trait to have, especially around Eames." Arthur chuckles, nodding in agreement. He turns to Ariadne and the two stare at each other for a few minutes before Arthur speaks again, his eyes going to her lips as his cheeks pinken.

"I wish this was reality."

Ariadne rolls her eyes playfully.

"You have kissed me before in reality though." Arthur chuckles again, leaning a bit closer.

"You don't know how long I was planning that. I was lucky to have been able to squeeze it in, in the hotel scene. I wish felt the same way I did in real life." He looks away sadly.

"You're really opening up to your subconsious Arthur. And you don't know that she doesn't feel the same in real life. I bet she does."

Arthur shakes his head.

"That would be one hell of a miracle then." He takes a sip of his fifth drink, closing his eyes.

"Do you have a hotel room here, Arthur?" Arthur frowns, looking at the innocence plastered on Ariadne's face. He raises an eyebrow, shrugging. Ariadne leans closer. "Ninth floor."

"Why don't we go relax up there? It's too crowded in here." She whispers the last part, standing up. Arthur blushes, paying for his drink and stands up too, watching as Ariadne grabs his hand, pulling him towards the elevator. She crosses her fingers on her other hand.

"Can we take the stairs please?" He stops a few feet from the elevator and Ariadne feels a sense of deja vu.

"Arthur, this is just a dream. It won't happen again, nor in real life, I promise. Please? I really don't want to walk nine floors." Arthur clenches his hand in hers, and his jaw tightens. He nods, closing his eyes.

"Make it quick...please." He whispers harshly, as Ariadne pulls him gently into the elevator. She lets go of his hand, watching his hands grip the handrail tightly. She steps closer to him, her hands on his chest. He opens his eyes slightly, breathing heavily, feeling the elevator shift upwards.

Ariadne leans up and softly plants her lips on his as he lets out a mutter, the elevator shifting up the second floor. He kisses back, slightly forgetting the elevator for a second, and relaxes his muscles. His fingers find her waist, as she entertwines her fingers behind his neck, pushing her lips against his.

She hears the elevator ding, signalising they are on the ninth floor. Ariadne pulls away, feeling his breath fan her face.

"Was that better?" She stares at his eyelids, watching his mouth twitch into a small smile.

"Yes.." She smirks, pulling at his hand, leading them out of the elevator and towards his room.

"Which one?"

Arthur frowns, almost forgetting for a second.

"Uhm.. 913." He stumbles over his words slightly, causing Ariadne to giggle. She stops in front of the door, pointing at the keypad. Arthur steps forward, tapping in the eight digit combination. Ariadne hears the lock click open, and behind the door, she can slightly hear the bathroom open and close. She fights back a laugh.

Arthur steps in, closing it behind Ariadne.

She looks around, faking first time admiration of the room.

"This really is a nice hotel." She murmurs, hearing Arthur chuckle.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom." She indicates with her thumb towards the closed bathroom door, shutting it behind her.

"Eames!" She whispers harshly, seeing something jump behind the shower curtain, and Eames steps out of the bath tub.

"He's in the room. I think the idea could work .. but..." Eames puts his ear to the door, listening, before pulling back.

"Did you put the PASIV in here?" Eames frowns, turning back to Ariadne.

"Why do you need the PASIV?" He whispers back, watching as Ariadne rifles through the bathroom drawers and cupboards, and finally the medicine cabinet.

"I think the idea is set, but it's not deep enough. We might have to go a level deeper, just to see if it is in place." She pulls out a small vial, putting it in her pocket. Eames looks to the door, then to Ariadne, then back to the door.

"Are you serious? We don't have a scene!"

"You're the one who said wing it."

"But how in the hell are you going to go a level deeper with no diagram?"

"I remember one of the diagrams I did go into detail with... but I didn't use it."

"Are you sure you can do this?"

"What the hell, Eames. After Inception? Anything is possible, really."

"Well I have the PASIV in Arthur's room. But it's in the dresser. You're going to have to sedate him first." Ariadne smirks, taking out the vial from her pocket, shaking it in Eames' face.

"Duh."

She flushes the toilet, and runs the sink water, feigning washing her hands. She closes the bathroom door behind her, watching Arthur sit on the couch at the foot of the bed. She heads for the small refridgerator in the corner of the room.

"Do you want a drink?" She opens it, scanning the contents, pulling out a glass from the cabinet under it.

"I'll just have some water." Arthur rubs his eyes, as Ariadne pulls out a bottle of water, pouring some of the liquid in a glass, putting some ice in too. She looks over her shoulder, watching Arthur turn his back to her, picking up the empt frame.

She quickly unscrews the vial and pours the contents in the water, pouring herself a glass, and heads towards him, handing him the glass. He turns to her, putting the frame down, and takes a sip, smiling.

She pulls him to sit down on the couch, and leans her head into his neck as he closes his eyes slowly, his head falling back.

She takes the glass from him, putting them down on the table.

"Eames!" The bathroom door opens, and Eames comes into the bedroom, heading straight for the dresser, pulling out all six of the drawers, finally pulling the PASIV out of the last one.

"Is it really smart to leave us in here? What if the projections find us?" Eames waves it away, lifting Arthur up, and putting him on the bed.

Ariadne heads to the door, locking it. She opens the closet, pulling out two more guns, throwing them to Eames, who raises an eyebrow. She smirks, heading back over to Arthur.

"What? You're not the only one who thinks about weapons."

Eames chuckles, shaking his head, and opens the breifcase.

"I'll stay here, and guard you two. You have about three hours here and a little over a day, in the next level."

"I won't need that long."

"Are you sure you have the diagram down enough to build it down there?"

"Yeah, just enough. It's just a park."

Eames checks his watch, pulling out two wires, and the tape. Ariadne lays down at the foot at the bed, taking a wire from Eames, and a piece of tape.

She sits up straight, suddenly turning to Eames, who raises an eyebrow.

"What about the kick?" Eames drops the wire and Arthur's wrist, cursing loudly. He runs over to the closet, slamming open the door, and Ariadne hears rummaging around.

"Did you put any bombs in here?"

"In the box at the back."

She puts the wire on Arthur's wrist, taping it in place, and lies back down.

Eames comes back out with a duffel bag, and opens it, taking out a box. He steps next to the bed, watching the two.

"We'll just do it the old fashioned way. Blow the floor down." Ariadne laughs, laying back into the comforter.

"See you later. Get the idea down, alright?"

Ariadne nods, as Eames presses the button.


"We'll have to find another way to put the idea in. The photo won't do anything."


TO BE CONTINUED.

Up Next: The Third Level? Yeah.. The Central Park. To get the idea in place. Are you wondering what it is? xD You'll find out. Don't kill me, all will be revealed in a matter of time. Just have patience. Please :)

Most of you are probably thinking, WTF EMILY! Yeah. Versatility, bitches. Dx Sorry about the long wait, it wasn't my week this week. I had a bad case of Writer's Block, and when I was iching, literally, to finish this chapter yesterday, my computer decided to be a bitch and it wouldn't let me edit my files. Sorry about the change too, I didn't like the picture idea either, honestly. Sorry this is a short chapter compared to the others, I couldn't get much in, and I felt there wasn't a lot needed, since the idea wasn't fully placed. I admit I am the most awkward and changing writer, and my works seem to be slightly crappy, sometimes.

I haven't much a clue on how to end this currently, but yeah, lets hope it works out. Thank you to all of those who have read this, reviewed it and voiced their opinion. It is much appreciated and you have to know I read it and take everything into consideration when someone asks me something. I'll work on my other project too and the next chapter of this should be up within a few days, I promise. Thank you ever so much again.