A/N: Here we are, chapter 6! only one more chapter left..! I don't own Inception, the characters(besides Ara), or Look After You by The Fray. read and review, it only takes a couple of seconds!(;


Chapter Six

"Will you, won't you be the one I always know when I'm losing my control, when the city spins around. You're the only one who knows, you slow it down."

-The Fray, Look After You

-Four hours later, back at Eames' and Arabelle's apartment

"You're good for each other," Arabelle told Ariadne as they washed wine glasses. The men were out on the balcony smoking and talking.

"You think so?" she asked, thoughtfully watching Arthur glare at Eames, who most likely had just made a mean comment.

"Yeah. It's like gravity. You move, he moves. He moves, you move. It's cute. Greg and I used to be like that," Arabelle smiled, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"You still are," Ariadne laughed.

Arabelle smiled. "Yeah, I know," she laughed.

The slider to the balcony opened and Cobb walked through. "I've got to get home and check on the kids. Congratulations, Ara," he said, hugging Arabelle and kissing her cheek. "'Bye, Ariadne," he said, hugging Ariadne, before showing himself the door.

Arabelle washed the rest of the dishes and Ariadne dried them. They were silent.

Ariande suddenly sighed. "What's wrong, Ari?" Arabelle asked, interrupting Ariadne's train of thought.

"What? Oh, nothing."

"Ari, I live with Gregory. If you want me to believe you, your going to have to do better than that," Arabelle told her as she collapsed onto the couch and Ariadne collapsed onto the loveseat.

Ariadne smiled. "It's just...sometimes I wonder what he's thinking about. He always seems to have a mask on." She thoughtfully watched Arthur again. This time he was chuckling while Eames was smiling, taking a small sip of his drink.

"Sweetie, he's Arthur. He's always going to have that masked part to him. But he loves you, it's obvious. They way he talks to you, the way he smiles when you walk in the room. His mask can't cover that," Arabelle said.

"I know but sometimes I see that small glimmer of doubt in his eyes," Ariadne argued.

"Are you forgetting that he watched Cobb and Mal's marriage fall apart because of what you and him do? He probaby just doesn't want that to happen to you guys," Arabelle reasoned with her just before the slider opened and Eames and Arthur came in.

"Ready to go, Ari?" Arthur asked, that little smile appearing on his lips now that they were in the same room.

"Yeah, guess so. 'Bye Ara, congrats!" Ariadne gave Arabelle a hug, then Eames.

"Be good to him," Arthur whispered to Arabelle as she gave him a hug.

She laughed. "No promises, Arthur."

Once Ariadne and Arthur left Arabelle changed out of her dress and into her nightgown. Eames put swetpants and a t-shirt on. "Want to go on the balcony?" he asked.

Arabelle agreed, so she grabbed a blanket and they sat on the swing on their balcony. Arabelle snuggled into Eames, slipping the blanket around them both.

"I wish there were stars in L.A.," Arabelle said quietly after a couple minutes of silence.

"There are, and they go by the names of Brad Pitt and Lady Gaga," Eames said with his smirk.

Arabelle laughed. "Okay, I wish you could see the stars in the sky in L.A. Better?"

"Much," Eames said with a chuckle. Arabelle shook her head.

"So today when Ari and I were talking she was saying how sometimes she sees the glimmer of doubt in her and Arthur's relationship. Do you ever see that in our relationship? Between you being a professional liar and hit man who killed my ex-boyfriend and me being a professional extortionist and hit woman who couldn't stop her boyfriend from hitting her because in the dream world you aren't hurting real people, and they're never going to remember a thing, and in the real world it's all so real...I mean, bottom line? We're not your average couple," she explained quickly, talking a millon miles per hour.

"Ara," Eames tried to cut her off, but she kept talking. She continued, "I mean we've been doing this forever and we sleep but we don't dream and we argue more than the countries in the Middle East-"

"Arabelle," Eames interrupted louder, successfully cutting her off.

"Yes?"

"Stop. Just stop. Don't listen to Ariadne. She's a worry-wart. And so is her stick-up-the-arse of a boyfriend. We're fine. Every couple has issues and problems and every couple fights," he reasoned.

"Not every couple has humungous issues like ours, Greg," she argued.

"We aren't every couple, Ara. Most couples would have given up a long time ago. But we kept going. And we still love each other. That's all that matters. Stop worrying your pretty little head," he said, kissing her head.

Arabelle sighed, giving up, and snuggling closer to Eames.


"What about this one?" Arabelle sighed, fluffing the white fabric around her.

"Eh..." Ariadne sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

"AH! We're NEVER going to find one, what the hell?" Arabelle yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

"Oh, Arabelle, stop it. And you call me dramatic..." Ariadne trailed off with a smirk on her face.

Arabelle stuck her tongue out at her maid of honor in the mirror.

"Alright, come on, there's one more shop we can go to," Ariande said, unzipping the ugly white dress.

After Arabelle was back in regular clothes, they walked down the street to one last store.

Arabelle gasped as she looked in the window. It was white, without obnoxious beads. It was strapless and pretty and Ara loved it.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like it," Ariadne said with a chuckle.

Arabelle excitedly threw the door to the store and walked in, trying on the dress and absolutely loving it.


"Is it perfect, Mrs. Eames?" Eames whispered to Arabelle as they expertly glided and spun around the dance floor.

"Yes, it is," Arabelle answered with a giggle. "That sounds weird. Arabelle Eames..." she shook her head and smiled.

"I like it," Eames informed her before kissing her hair.

"Yeah, I do too..."