Cobb froze as soon as he saw Fischer and his fiancée in the first class waiting lounge. He looked across to Saito who was silent. He simply arched a brow at Cobb, wondering what his problem was as he shook his head quickly, moving closer to Saito and glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
"What is she doing here?" he hissed and Saito looked across to where Fischer sat, his legs crossed and his phone in his hands as the young woman remained by his side, leant forward with her hands clasped together as the billionaire heir ignored her for business. "We didn't plan for her to be here."
"She wasn't scheduled to be on the flight," Saito defended himself. "It must have been a last minute arrangement."
"What do we do now?" Cobb snapped at him and the man rolled his eyes gently. "She can't come into the dream world with us, can she?"
"She may be useful," Saito informed Cobb who arched a brow, wondering how she could be useful to them. They had it all thoroughly planned. They didn't need her there to ruin everything. The meticulous plan needed to remain. It didn't need to be ruined by his fiancée.
"How will she be useful?" Cobb snapped at him. "We have this all planned without her."
"Saito could be right," Arthur's voice suddenly joined in with the conversation and the two men turned to look at him as Ariadne stood by his side, her arm entwined with his as they kept up their pretence and Cobb looked at his partner. "I researched Fischer. If we need to crack him then we could use her to do so. She's the only woman he has dated. She must be special to him."
"She isn't the one whose mind we're going into," Cobb complained. "We could just knock her out for the ten hours. She would wake up when we do and then we'd be safe."
"And if she wakes up before us?" Arthur arched a brow. "This could work, Dom. She'd be by his side the entire time and I don't see her causing us a problem. We could crack him quicker."
"I don't like it," Dom replied and Arthur shrugged.
"It's your choice," he promised him. "We're not the ones who need to get home so badly."
Dom remained pensive for a moment, thinking through the plan as he did so before he shook his head. There was no way she was going into the dream world with them.
"I'll think of a way to drug her to sleep." He informed them as Arthur shook his head and Ariadne looked at the pair of them.
"You only bought enough to drug Fischer, didn't you?" she checked with the point man who nodded in agreement, handing the small powdery substance over to Dom who remained frustrated again.
"Half the dose," Arthur demanded him. "It will knock them out quickly but they won't be asleep for long."
"And what happens when she wakes up?" Dom snapped.
"We take her into the dream with us," Arthur replied. "There is no other choice."
...
"Stop biting down on your lip," Robert demanded that from Jenny as he stood in the queue. They were waiting for the plane doors to be opened so that they could board the large Boeing 747. Jenny straightened out the grey dress against her figure, pushing her brown hair behind her shoulders as Robert dropped his phone into the pocket of his jacket suit, his hand curling tightly around his case as he did so. He took hold of Jenny's free hand as she looked up to him and he managed a small smile down to her.
"Everything will be fine," he simply promised her. "Flying in first class is much better than Economy."
"It isn't just the location of where I'm sat which bothers me," she informed Robert. "I don't like flying."
"It's safe," he assured her as they began to move down the queue and he remained holding onto her hand as she dug around in her bag with her free one, looking for their boarding passes which she had dumped in there. She pulled them out and Robert let go of her, taking hold of it as he showed it to the stewardess and Jenny did the same. Robert was stood near the doorway, an agitated look on his face as the man in front of him blocked the small aisle.
"Do you mind?" Robert asked him, his voice sharp and curt as Jenny noted that her seat was next to the man in the middle of the aisle. She knew first class was luxurious. She had just hoped that she would have been sat near Robert.
She looked at the overhead compartment which 'the blocking aisle man' was still at before he began to close it.
"Excuse me," Jenny spoke up and he looked back at her, his brow raised as he allowed the compartment to open wide again and she smiled gratefully, stowing her bag up there. "Thanks."
"No worries," he said, taking his seat and looking out onto the runway as Jenny caught Robert's eye again and he smiled gently at her before taking his seat and she did the same, wanting nothing more than to be able to sit a little closer to him. He went back to playing on his phone as she laced her fingers together and began drumming them on her lap, trying to occupy her mind whilst the man across the aisle looked back to her, his grey eyes looking into hers as he smirked gently.
"Nervous?" he wondered from her, noting her pale face and her distracted look.
"A bit," she admitted to him and he smirked once.
"There's nothing to worry about. Trust me, I've been on a lot of flights and worrying achieves nothing, darling."
"I don't fly that often," she defended herself. "I've never flown first class either," she blurted out, not sure why she was telling him that as he smirked once, sitting back and adjusting his tie and she noted Robert speaking with the man behind him.
"I take it you'd prefer to be sat nearer your fiancé?" he checked, noting her staring at Robert and she looked back to him, shrugging gently as she did so.
"It'd be nice. How do you know that he's my fiancé?" she wondered and he chuckled, motioning to the large diamond ring which sat on her left hand as he did so.
"He's Robert Fischer," he stated. It wasn't even a question. Robert was so well known that everyone knew who he was. It worried Jenny slightly. The constant lookout for paparazzi and foes wasn't something she had been prepared to accept when she initially agreed to marry Robert. But, the man outweighed the disadvantages that went with him. "Everyone knows the news of his engagement. It really isn't a secret."
"No," Jenny mumbled. "I suppose it isn't."
She felt the plane jolt forward suddenly and she gripped onto either side of the arm of the chair, breathing deeply as the man smirked once again. The waitress asked if he wanted a drink and so he ordered himself a brandy and then said that Jenny would have one too.
"I shouldn't," she informed him but he shook his head, holding his hand up to silence her protests.
"It will help with the nerves," he promised her and she looked across the way to where Robert was sipping on his water. He looked over to her, nodding once as the man behind him turned to look at her also before diverting his attention back to Robert.
"Here," Eames spoke, handing the glass to Jenny who took it with both hands. She took a sip of it, quickly draining it much to Eames' surprise as he raised a brow and rubbed his chin. She was quite the drinker then.
As the plane moved down the runway she remained silent, her eyes shut as she did so and she was grateful when the plane reached the air. Robert stood up, removing his jacket and revealing his purple tie and suspenders against his white shirt as he walked over to where she sat, crouching down and taking her hand into his.
"How are you feeling?" he enquired and she looked at him sceptically before he chuckled gently and yawned to himself. "Silly question?"
"Possibly," she replied with a small smile as Robert yawned again and shook his head, looking back at Jenny who had raised a brow.
"Tired?" she asked him and he nodded.
"I don't know why," he admitted to her. "I know that I didn't sleep well...but...I'm not that tired."
"Are you okay?" she wondered, seeing his eyes widen and then narrow as he tried to stand up. Jenny quickly jumped from her seat, instantly allowing her hands to wrap around his arms as he looked at her, his eyes moving frantically from one side to the other before he became a dead weight. "Robert...Robert...what's wrong...?" she worried, struggling to keep his body in her arms as a flurry of activity started around the cabin and Jenny felt him being lifted from her arms as her head began to spin.
"What's happening?" she worried, seeing her fiancé being deposited into the chair which he had vacated as she clasped a hand to her head, trying to move forwards to get to Robert as she stumbled.
"Easy now, darling," the man's voice spoke in her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her held upright. "You're going to be fine. No need to worry," Eames assured her as she weakly tried to get from his hold and over to Robert.
"Who are you?" she slurred her words as his hold lapsed on her and she gripped onto the empty chair by the side of her as he gently moved her to sit down onto it.
"It doesn't matter," he assured her. "It's all just a dream."
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A/N: So, not many Fischer/OC stories out there when I had a look. I'm going to continue with this one next week when I come back from Italy so if you are reading this then please do review!