After the date Arthur took me home and I was alone in my thoughts about the date. There could be plenty of things to love about him: his sense of security, his intelligence, how he has a rare sense of humor, not to mention being very handsome in every way. But liking Arthur could end in travesty, our friendship could be ruined and I can no longer see him in the same light. And I knew he might not think of me the same way. But the way held me, the way he talked to me, the way he even smiled at me, I could of been wrong.

Adams sat me down some time after my date with Arthur, pulling out something from his pocket as we were on his couch. He pulled out a coin that was the size of both of my thumbs placed together. He held it out in his hand, having one face looking up at me. I peered down and saw it was of Queen Victoria and her profile picture.

"This was my totem, and now I want to give it to you as your own totem." He explained to me as he carefully placed it in my open hand. It felt a bit heavy in my palm as I brought it close to me eyes to examine it. The coin itself was in top shape, as if it was made yesterday. The edges were very smooth, and I knew he was keeping that way.

"This was from my grandfather and the only thing I have left from my family. It kept me sane as I fought between dreams and reality." he explained as I slowly placed it on the table, the having it stand in between my two fingers. I spun in on the table, seeing how it was spinning perfectly.

"In dreams, the coin will never fall or stop spinning. But in reality, gravity takes its toll." Adam said to me as the coin started to wobble and then fell. The noise of the coin falling rang in my ear, having me smile. I looked back at him, seeing a smile on his face,

"I'm retired from the business and I have no more use for it. This coin will help you know when you're dreaming or when you're in reality." Adam said to me in a serious tone as he tapped the top of my hand with his elderly fingers. I looked back down at the coin and picked it back up again in my hand. The feeling of the coin in my hand made me feel better, and I then knew how Cobb felt with his top or Arthur with his loaded dice. I felt safe

I felt sane.


Our next destination was in Las Vegas, of all places to go to for a job. But since we were early before our job was set, Eames wanted to walk around the strip for a couple of hours. The city itself was a bit slow since it was a weekday and people were gone, so it seemed like a good opportunity to get some free time in before our job. I knew Cobb never believed in free time, but after some convincing from Arthur he let us run around for a couple of hours.

I wanted to go see the water show in front of the Bellagio, Eames wanted to gamble and I had no idea what Nash wanted to do. Arthur came along with me, saying he didn't want to deal with any of the other team members, especially Eames. At first I was scared to have him come with me, but then again it would be nice to have his company for a moment or two.

We stood in front of the watershow during the sunset, some other people were standing to watch as well. I was leaning against the banister and smiling as I felt the cool mist hitting my face from the water shooting up in the air. The air was a bit hot, but I wore my usual attire: a gravy neck shirt, skinny jeans and my converse shoes. I had a gray sleeveless vest/jacket to wear over my shirt and my hair was up in a ponytail.

"I've never seen anything like this before." I said aloud as another waves of water shot up in the air. Arthur chuckled next to me and joined me by the banister, in his usual shirt and leather jacket and nice pants. Even leaning against a pillar he looked handsome. Damn him.

"There's nothing quite like it." he replied aloud as I looked over at him from my spot. He was leaning on the banister as well, but with one elbow and having a side smirk on his face.

"Except in the dream world." I reminded him, seeing him nod his head. I looked back at the show and smiled, thinking of how it would be in my own dream world.

"In my dream, the water would go higher, even higher than the hotel itself. Some of it would go onto the audience and spray them." I said aloud in a smile. I started to hear Debussy's Clare de Lune come over the speakers, the water show going slower and more in a dance than before. I loved Debussy, having me think back to when I was younger and when I was with my parents. It was a pleasant memory, having me close my eyes and drift off into my own little world.

I could see them clearly in my head as I felt some of my bangs brush against my nose and cheeks. I was in a field with grass to my ankles, my fingers reaching down to slide along the top of the grass as I looked up to see them both standing at the top of the hill. A breeze came through, but I was looking up to see them. I only saw their shape, not their faces. The piano was filling my head peacefully as I felt more mist from the water show splash my face. That one peaceful moment with my own thoughts, made me forget where I was.

I opened my eyes when the water show went off with a bang. I saw the water fall and looked to my right, seeing Arthur looking straight ahead at the show. I looked past him, past the people walking on the street and I saw someone walking our way, two or more of them. They had hard faces on them as if they knew who we were. Did they know who we were? They wore suits, and their hands were on their hips. I froze, they knew something about us, and they were coming closer.

I reached out to grab Arthur from my spot without moving an inch. I grabbed his jacket sleeve, seeing him looking over at me as I watched the three, now turning into four men walking our way. My hold on his sleeve went from gentle to fierce, and Arthur gave me a concerning look. They were about 300 feet away from us now and they were moving fast. Arthur grasped my hand on his sleeve, as if he was trying to snap me back to reality.

"What is it?" He asked me with concern, moving from his position to standing up fully and facing me. I tried to find my voice, but I couldn't at that moment. They were real, they weren't projections. If they get us, we ware truly dead.

"Behind you." I whispered aloud in a harsh tone. He turned around and saw them in a instant. Within a second he grabbed my hand fully and pulled me along as we started walking away from the show and down the sidewalk in a normal pace. His hand was on my lower back to push me along, but I was with him on speed as we walked. He looked back after a moment or two and I could tell they were following.

"Start running when I tell you." He said to me in a harsh whisper. I nodded my head as I tried to remain calm. I knew this was real, and if I do one wrong move I could get killed. Arthur's face was serious then, and I knew he meant business. I reached down in my pocket to grasp my coin, my totem, my only evidence of reality. Cobb wasn't kidding when he said his totem was his survival when it came to what was real and what wasn't. As we walked I was convinced they were projections, but when I grasped my coin and felt the smooth edge, I took in a breath: I wasn't dream.

"Run." He whispered in my ear and we broke off into the run. Dodging the people around us was smooth like before in dreams, and I stayed close to Arthur as much as possible. We crossed a intersection and a taxi was coming towards me. I panicked and jumped up, hearing the taxi screech to a halt and I landed on the hood of the car. The taxi stopped and I looked behind me, seeing the four men with their guns out and aiming at me.

I threw out my gun from being in the back of my jeans and ran after Arthur some more, running as fast as I could. People started screaming as they saw or guns, running away from us as we ran like bats out of hell. We dodged more people, hearing some of their protests as I shoved them aside. I needed to stay alive this time, I had to.

We ran up some stairs and turned the corner of the overpass. One of them started shooting, having Arthur slide on the floor and hide behind a rather large pillar. I did the same manuver, ending up behind him and behind the pillar as well. I cocked my gun as Arthur took out his, granite flying form the gun shots of the enemy. I covered my head as Arthur shot back at them.

"Who are theses guys?" I asked over the noise as Arthur shot some more. I peeked around the pillar and shot a couple of shots, only retreating back when they shot very close to me.

"They're after Cobb, and they knew we're working with him." He replied back to me over the roar of gun fire. We fired at them some more, and they fired back. It went for what seemed like a minute until I moved my hand a bit too far as I fired. For one second I felt my skin burst open, and then the next minute I felt pain soaring through my hand and arm. I shot my hand back and dropped my gun in my lap, looking down at my injured hand.

A bullet sliced the top of my hand, blood flowing through my fingers onto the floor. Arthur looked over at me and then at my hand, his eyes going wide as I tried to bite back the scream that wanted to soar through my mouth. He threw his hand in his pocket, pulling out a bandana and wrapped it around my hand in a fast pace. I bit my free hand, holding back the scream as he fixed my hand in a rapid pace. The guns were still going off as he finished, looking back up at me. I had tears threatening to leave my eyes and roll down my cheeks, but I rubbed them away before he could do anything. The fire then stopped and we both froze in our spots. Arthur held his finger up to his mouth, telling me silently to be quiet as I clutched my gun in my hand.

We waited for a moment or two when Arthur got up slowly, still behind the pillar. I joined him, having him push me behind him gently as we waited for them to come around the corner. One of them came into view, and Arthur took him down in one punch. As he was on the floor another came into view with a gun in his hand. I threw up my gun and shot him in one take, seeing him fall to the floor dead as Arthur got back up. We ran over the overpass in a fast pace, two of them still following us as we headed down to the first level on the other side of the street.

We were almost at the hotel we were staying at when I felt my breath leave me and my knees give away. Pain, such pain was stabbing me in my back near my shoulder blade and I screaming in pain: I was shot in the back. I fell to the floor, my head hitting the concrete hard and my gun falling off of my grasp and away from me. The pain was unbearable, having me cry out as my view was sideways and low. Arthur turned around and saw me on the floor, running back to me. But he saw the two after us, and he threw up his gun. Sliding on his knees towards me, he shot at the two. I heard the both of them hitting the floor and Arthur threw down his gun next to my head.

"Georgie." he said in a concerned tone as I tried to move onto my side. I squinted in pain as I got on my left side, the wound on my right side up in the air as I felt blood seeping through my vest and shirt. Arthur moved so that he was close to me head, gently picked me up around my middle and lifting me so that I was halfway in his lap. His arm was protectively around my middle as I felt numbness going through me. First at my fingers, then at my arm.

"Cobb, Georgie's been hit. Four agents were after us, get Eames down here." Arthur said on his phone. He slammed his phone shut and I could feel him lean down towards me, the numbness was going through my entire arm and I felt coldness seeping through me. So this was death, this is what it feels like to die slowly and painfully. The pain was so bad I couldn't speak.

"Hang on, please Georgie. Don't die on me, damnit, don't you care. We need you, Georgie, I need you. Don't leave me, please don't leave me." He whispered in my ear over and over again in a fast rate, and I could tell he was struggling as well. I felt his lips move against the ear of my shell, so fast and so urgent. I tried to smile, but I was too weak. I wanted to sleep, to dream in my own little world, I was so weak and tired. Could this be it, could I truly die now? He needed me, Arthur needed me, he told me himself.

Darkness flooded through me, and I wanted nothing more to tell Arthur that I loved him

It's funny, to think I love him since I was about to die, real funny...