Hello, all!

Yes, I know I haven't bothered with updating but life has been- tough/crazy. I've been super stressed, I just finished exams, my dog died, and I've just been plain depressed. I haven't had much time to read fanfiction either, but still. But, now that it is break, I'm trying to update- although I'm very tempted to do a chronicles of Narnia fiction. Anyway- I know this doesn't really make up for my abandonment, but try to forgive and forget, yes?

Disclaimer- don't own it- I'm a teenager, for goodness sake! Just own my new character, William

Ariadne stepped through the familiar door into the warehouse, followed by a subdued Arthur. The entire car ride over, he had been glancing a little nervously at her and tapped the wheel. He had tried to ask about how school was going, but she had answered every question with an ice-cold glare. It actually made her rather pleased to see him wallowing in his discomfort; he certainly deserved it.

"Hello, Ariadne darling. As pretty as ever, I see". Ariadne found that her greeter was Eames, who was looking fairly relaxed as he lounged in a lawn chair. For some reason, Ariadne did not feel anger towards him like she did to Arthur. Maybe it was because he had greeted her happily. Unlike Arthur. And he wasn't infuriating. Unlike Arthur.

"Hello, Eames. Nice to see you." She replied, a little cautious, but still friendly. Arthur frowned in confusion; probably trying to figure out why Eames wasn't being yelled at. Butthead.

Next, up came Yusuf, with his usual glasses and jacket, giving her a little peck on the cheek, and talking excitedly about a new formula he had come up with. Arthur cleared his throat, annoyed and directed the room's attention to one last figure.

"Ariadne, this is our new Extractor, William Sanders. He's not as good as Cobb- but he's still pretty damn good"

The man in question was rather handsome, with a mix of intense and soft pictures. He had curly black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail at the back of his head. His eyes were dark and piercing, and his nose was a little crooked, like it had been broken. His face seemed like it had been sculpted, but, Ariadne mused, it was a NICE sculpted look.

William bent over her hand and kissed it, causing her to blush. "A pleasure, Miss Ariadne" he said in a deep, British voice. It was a sort of sexy voice- not deeply seductive, just attractive.

"Perhaps we should get straight to the matter at hand? So we don't have to be here all night?" Arthur's smooth voice rang out, barely concealing his irritation. Wait, irritation? Why is Arthur irritated at this?

They all sat down in the poorly arranged lawn chairs, and got down to business.

"Does anyone here know who Harry Weathers is?" Arthur questioned in his it's-time-to-work tone.

"Yeah, sure, I've heard of him. Isn't he that billionaire that runs Weathers Banks?" William questioned.

"Exactly."

"Oh god" Ariadne cut in. "We aren't going to do another job involving corporate leaders trying to get their enemies out of business again, are we?"

"Uh, no. This is a family affair. "Arthur replied.

"Ooh, a family affair. You make it sound so dirty, Arthur!" Eames chuckled.

Arthur ignored him. "Ok, here's the deal; Harry Weathers is old. He's pretty unhealthy right now, and he's really concerned for his empire. Now he's expecting his son to take over for him, and his grandson after that. Only problem? His son, Anthony Weathers, is a nearly-forty bachelor. He tells paparazzi that he has absolutely no plans to marry. See the dilemma for Harry Weathers?"

"Yeah," William murmured, twiddling his thumbs, "No heir after Harry and Anthony die. The empire Harry worked so hard on will fall apart."

"Precisely. So, what Harry Weathers is asking for, in return for a HUGE sum of money? Using Inception, we're going to make Anthony fall in love and marry and have kids."

They all stared at him. "I'm sorry, what?" Eames said confusedly.

"You heard me. Harry gave me the specifics of what he wanted to happen. Five levels- don't look like that, it will be easy. First level- he meets the girl, they talk a little. Second level- runs into girl again, asks her if she wants to get a drink with him. Third level- they have their first serious date. Fourth level- they have been dating for awhile now, and they sometimes live together. Fifth level- he proposes and they plan their wedding. During this time, we will slowly plant the idea that he's falling in love with this girl; when he wakes up, the idea will still be there, and he will propose."

"So…so basically, we're going to make him fall in love with some girl in his dreams?" Ariadne asked struggling a bit with her wording.

"Yes."

"Ha, falling in love in his dreams? Oh, that sounds so cliché! Well, I'm in; I think this will be fun! Let's start, then!" Eames laughed.

"WAIT!" Ariadne thundered. They all turned to look at her, and they were surprised to see the fury in her eyes. Arthur winced, as he had already experienced said fury earlier that day.

"Um…yes, Ariadne?" William asked cautiously.

And she exploded at them

"Oh. My. God! Who do people thing you are? First of all, five freaking levels? There will only be one person left on the last level! And second? You're going to make this guy fall in love with a make-believe girl in dreams, and then you think he's going to get a sudden urge to propose to somebody?"

"Calm down. It's going to be a real girl. She will come into the dream with us, and after its all over and he wakes up, he'll find her and marry her." Arthur stated stoicly.

"Oh, yeah, that's ten times better! You're not going to let them fall in love on their own accord- you're going to make them fall in love in their subconscious! Do you have any idea how completely disgusting this sounds? You're so willing to throw away a random girl's life for lots of money!"

"Well, darling, that's why we try to find a willing volunteer. I mean, he's a handsome, charming fellow…" Eames trailed off uneasily, because the fire had not died down in Ariadne's eyes.

"So what happens when there is no volunteer?" She was answered with silence. "Exactly! You'll find a girl off the street, offer her a drink, and when she wakes up you'll tell her hey, guess what, you're going to marry this guy! Make him fall in love with you! That's just…so… freaking degrading; I really want to punch you all right now! I can't believe-"

"Shut up!" Arthur hissed harshly.

"How dare you! You disgusting, son of a-"

"No" he whispered curtly. "Don't you hear that?"

They all listened intently; there was a slight scuffle at the door. It sounded as if someone was trying to force themselves in.

"I don't suppose we were expecting anyone else, were we?" William whispered.

Arthur shook his head. "Hide!" he whispered, and shut off the lights.

Ariadne scuttled behind the large desk, her anger now forgotten. She couldn't imagine why anyone would try to break in- unless they were pissed-off hit men. The only sound that could be heard was everyone's labored breathing.

Then many things happened at once; the door burst open, the lights were swiftly turned back on, and rough but somehow gentle hands seized Ariadne, dragged her to where the chairs were, and forced her to the floor with her hands behind her back. Temporarily blinded by light, she struggled against her captor, when she heard a chilling female voice mock, "Long time, no see, hmm Eames?"

Yay! End of third chapter! Like it, hate it? Want to see what William looks like? Read and review please and I will answer all your questions!

I don't know when I will review next; this story has been sort of hard for me to write. But, I wish you all happy holidays! Now, The Hobbit is calling me! Toodles!