Summary: "This time however, he leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn't the same kind of kiss that they had shared in the lobby, this time it was deeper and more meaningful," Arthur calls Ariadne for a possible job. After meeting at a club for drinks, they do something that will change their lives forever. Rated T for a sexual situation, and language throughout.
Disclaimer: I can haz Inception? Cause I don't own it!
A/N- So I'm pretty sure that all of you guys are going to hate me now. Like 99 percent. BUT you have to remember that this story was finished before it had ever been posted so I couldn't take your guy's request into consideration. But maybe I'll do something else for you all. Maybe. We'll have to see what summer permits! Okay, so again, sorry if they are out of character!
Ariadne woke up in an unfamiliar room. The walls were white and she was aware of a dull ache in her stomach. She tried to remember what happened, and when she heard the beeping of the heart monitor, she remembered the fight. She had only been awake for a few seconds of it, and she remembered a pain that she had felt. She could hear Arthur's voice in her memory, and could almost feel his hand on her cheek. She realized that she must have been in a hospital. She turned around to see Arthur asleep in a chair. She was shocked to see him there, unaware of what had happened to her.
"Arthur?" she called. He stirred slightly and finally woke. When he realized that she was awake and able to speak, he stood up and walked to her bed.
"Ariadne, thank God. Are you alright? Do you need anything?" he asked her. Ariadne had never seen Arthur look so unsure of everything. He was always so calm, but right now, worry lined his face.
"What happened to me?" she asked him. She felt him take her hand again.
"You were shot. In the stomach." He answered. She took a breath.
"What happened? Why were we ambushed?" she asked. He shook his head.
"I'm still not sure. Somehow, the mark had security we weren't aware of. They caught on to us and didn't want us to get a hold of any of the information they had. They obviously knew what we were doing." He said. She nodded slowly. She closed her eyes and opened them with a sigh.
"Did…the baby make it?" she asked him. She felt him grip her hand tighter.
"You should go to sleep. You need to rest," he told her.
"Goddamnit Arthur! Tell me if our child is alive." She demanded. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.
"No. No, we lost the baby. It was the reason that you lived." He said. She drew in a sharp breath and tears started to fall from her eyes. The situation seemed familiar and Arthur once again held her as she cried. He kissed her head and hands, trying to calm her. Finally her tears subsided. Arthur still held her close.
"Do the others know?" she asked. He stroked her head.
"I don't know what the doctor's told them. I've been here the whole time," he told her.
"Arthur…I know this is stupid. But when I knew I was pregnant, I kept on having these dreams. Real dreams. About us, together. We had the baby and we lived together. It's crazy but I felt so happy." She said. She was slightly groggy from the medicine but her words were true.
"It sounds wonderful." He said. They sat quietly, both taking comfort in the others presence.
"Arthur?" she called his name again.
"Hmm?" he answered.
"I don't want this to be the end of…us. I want to stay with you." She said slowly. He kissed her cheek.
"We can talk about it when you're better." He said. She nodded, and fell asleep. The doctor came in a few hours later and told him that visiting hours were over. He nodded and silently left the room.
Cobb and the others were waiting for Arthur in the waiting room. He came out and they all stood up, waiting for him to make his way over to them.
"Is she alright?" Cobb asked. Arthur nodded.
"She's fine. A little shook up, but she'll be alright." He told them.
"Thank God," Eames stated. They told him that Yusef had left a while ago to take a flight back to his hometown, but the other two had stayed. Eames had stated that he truly had nothing else to do, and nowhere else he'd rather be. Cobb told Arthur that there was no way he could have left her.
"If we can't see her tonight why don't we go out and get a bite?" Eames said, as usual trying to lighten the mood.
They drove through the streets, looking for a restaurant that wasn't closed. They came upon a club that seemed decent enough, and went in. They sat down, and after ordering some food, they began to talk.
"Apparently our mark had made a last minute decision to add some security. He had told the hotel manager to alert those three men if anything suspicious happened. Apparently they were already expecting some sort of an ambush. When we told them we believed there was danger they told them men. They knew what extraction looked like when they saw it, so they must have known what we were trying to do." Cobb explained. He had made a few calls since Ariadne had been admitted.
"Hey, cheer up mate. She's alive and fine. Despite a few months of recovery she'll be back to normal soon." Eames told Arthur, seeing the sullen look on his face. Arthur tried to smile but it mustn't have looked very convincing.
"What's wrong Arthur?" Cobb asked. He debated with himself whether or not to tell them about the baby. He figured that it would be best if they knew so that when they saw Ariadne, they would know why she was so incredibly sad.
"You all have to promise me that you won't tell Ariadne what I'm going to tell you until I tell you…that you can." Arthur said, trying to find the right words. They both nodded, and Arthur spoke.
"Ariadne was pregnant. The baby didn't make it," he said slowly. They both sighed.
"God," Eames whispered. "She told you that? I mean, you knew she was pregnant?" he asked. It occurred to Arthur that he had left out the part of the story where he was the father.
"Yes. She had already told me." He answered. None of them said anything for a while.
"Should we call her boyfriend?" Eames asked. They both looked at him.
"What? It's a good question. I'd like to know if my girlfriend was shot and our baby died thank you very much." Eames stated and took a swig of his beer.
"I don't think she had a boyfriend, Eames," Cobb stated. Cobb had been looking at Arthur the whole time, and Arthur became aware of the fact that he had, without speaking, told Cobb what he hadn't told anyone else yet.
"Then who the bloody hell do you think the father is?" Eames asked, obviously aware that he was out of the loop on something. Arthur continued to look down, and Cobb continued to look at Arthur, neither of them speaking. Eames's eyes grew wide in realization.
"You mean…he…well that's bloody brilliant isn't it?" he finally said. Cobb put a hand over Arthur's.
"I'm sorry Arthur. This can't be easy for you," he said, and removed his hand. Arthur ran his own hand through his hair.
"It's not. I think Ariadne is taking it a little harder but…God. It's…it's hard," He admitted and took a drink.
"Hold on now mate, if it is your kid, then does that make you and Ariadne…together?" Eames asked. Cobb sighed. Leave it to Eames to ask about relationships at a moment like this.
"It was a one night…thing. We hadn't planned on bringing it up again until she told me. We hadn't made a decision or anything. But now…God, I don't think I could stand to leave her," He said. Cobb marveled at how un-Arthur this man in front of him was acting. So unsure of anything.
"It's not a crime you know. If you love her…than you can tell her that." Cobb stated.
"Yeah, besides, don't you think a girl like Ariadne deserves to know how you really feel about her?" Eames added. Arthur sighed and finished the rest of the beer that was in front of him.
A/N- So yeah. Do you hate me now? You probably do. Let me explain. If the baby had lived then they would have had to decide what to do and it would almost be like they were forced together. But with the baby gone, they have a choice to say, "Okay, thanks, it was great and all, but see ya!". Now they have a choice. We already know what Ariadne's choice is. But you're going to have to wait and see what Arthur's choice will be! You can, of course, review with your hopes/ideas but like I said, the story is already written. But please review either way because they make me know that I don't completely fail. 42 reviews, let's try for…50? Gah that seems like a lot. Please review!
PS- I was kinda in a hurry when I uploaded this so sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!