A/N: I'm so sorry that's it been forever since I've updated. I got such a writer's block as to where to take this, and I still wanted it to remain fabulous for you, so I wasn't going to rush in a chapter. So here we go, an update!

Disclaimer: I still have no rights to Inception or the characters….. sadface.

Arthur moved quickly from the bed into an upright position by the window, "How about where I started?"

Ariadne searched her thoughts for a possible answer, but when it came to her response, she remained puzzled, "Where did you start, Arthur?"

He turned back to her, "You seriously don't know?"

She shook her head back and forth, a look on confusion remained eminent on her face.

"I was in the warehouse, or at least something similar to it. But it was dark, dreary…..lonely."

Ariadne opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so Arthur continued, "And when I finally found the window, I looked down and saw someone….you….in trouble with a projection. By the time I got to you, things had turned ugly. Why was your world so dark Ariadne?"

"Arthur, I can't…"

But Arthur was getting fed up with her and her not answering his questions. She wanted his help to figure out why things had gone so terribly down there, but with no information, he couldn't change what was happening.

Crossing the room back to the bed, Arthur sat down and put his hand on her knee, "Start talking, Ari. You can't keep this hidden forever."

Taking a deep breath, Ariadne gathered her thoughts, formed correct posture, and began, "Ya know when we went in Fischer's dream….to plant that idea…..?"

"The inception job, yes. What about it?"

"Well, when we were at the hotel, waiting for Cobb to tell him he was dreaming…..do you remember what happened then?"

Among his many thoughts, Arthur searched his mind for the moment Ariadne had mentioned, the exact timing…..and he remembered. As it came to him, a small grin appeared on his face, leading Ariadne to go on.

"Well, I'm glad you remember. That moment, that kiss, it may have meant nothing to you. But ever since we finished that job, and I've been back in reality, I just haven't stopped thinking about it. It's been driving me insane. So I created my own world, kind of like Cobb's, and I brought a projection of you in to it. I wanted to relive that moment over and over again. Except…" She froze, turning her head away from him. She wanted to keep looking in to his wonderful, thoughtful, loving eyes, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Except what? What, Ariadne, what?"

Looking out the window, Ariadne whispered, "The projection you hates me."

Arthur's happiness faded, the smile flipping into a frown. "But the real Arthur, myself, doesn't hate you."

"But that doesn't matter, Arthur!" Ariadne got up, frustration taking over her petite body.

"Why doesn't it?"

"Because that's not the Arthur I'm concerned about right now. We have no relationship. I had a chance with the projection you when I was asleep, but then he turned his back on me. He claimed I thought too much of what happened in the Fischer case. That I took it all the wrong way!" Tears welled in her eyes, ready to burst.

"But Ariadne, that's a dream. This is reality. I am reality. My feelings for you, those are reality!"

"And what are your feelings for me, Arthur? Just what do I have to look forward to in reality?"

A/N: Another cliffhanger? How dare me! Thank you all so much for the reviews! Let me know what you think of this, and where you think it'll go! Maybe some A/A fluff? Or did Arthur lead her in to the wrong thoughts? Review, and I'll update ASAP!