WOW please do not forgive me when say sorry for not updating this story. I was so involved in my other story The Other and I have been going nuts because I can't get the right words out for the next chapter in that story and I almost completely forgot I have other stories that need to be written. Sorry about that! To make up for it I will do something… awesome yeah… I don't know what yet but I will. Just review and tell me what you want to happen and I'll do it because I feel bad for not updating in a long time.
ARTHUR'S POINT OF VIEW
Arthur leaned over the hotel manager's desk. The man brought forwards a pile of papers and a small suitcase. He nodded his head with thanks and took the things, pushing the papers into the suitcase. He headed out and hailed a taxi, which was easier than he thought it would be.
"Airport," he said to the driver.
"Sure thing." the cabbie answered. "You might be able to actually fly out. Its warming up. Snow might turn to rain."
"Mhmm." Arthur opened the suitcase and looked inside. The papers were all written in a code. It was near impossible to understand. He recognized it, maybe he had seen it before on the discovery channel or something. He didn't know. Then he shifted through the suit case. Then he found something else. There was a paper. It was a drawing. The drawing was of him. He was asleep in the picture and in the corner there was a signature. Ariadne… the same name as the girl on the plane.
There was something strange about her. She had asked him what he was doing in London and he had told he was working for the government and left some things at a hotel, but when she asked him if he liked it, all he could say was he didn't know and the thought scared him. He was trying to impress her and a bad case of amnesia didn't really help him out. In fact the last thing he remembered was telling his family that he was a government agent and that he was going into the field to do work. After that nothing, which was scary. He couldn't remember the last six years of his life. At first he thought it was the next day but as he was walking on the street he noticed the date on a newspaper. What had he been doing all the time he had no idea, but suddenly he couldn't remember. That was the real reason he was going to LA. He planned to get whatever it was the hotel still had and then head back home to find out what his family knew.
His phone was completely empty, wiped of everything. There were no contacts, except for his family and there were no pictures, calls, even texts. If he really was a government agent he suspected that someone against them did it. But he didn't even know where to look to find that sort of information.
Then in their awkward silences she pulled a chess piece out of her pocket. It was copper or some type of metal. He would have given her a strange look but earlier he had pulled out his loaded die. That brought him to another conclusion… he could have been a gambler and gotten so drunk he passed out and just forgot some things. That would have been an even worse situation.
"Here you are,"
Arthur got out of the cab and headed inside the airport. He would be glad to get home and sort through everything. Quickly he hurried through the airport again. Each time he had to stop he barely looked up from the few papers that he understood. Finally he was headed to security and then off to his flight.
"Oh crap!" someone hit his shoulder. Papers flew everywhere.
"Need some help there?" the woman in front of him bent down and picked up some of the papers he was trying to collect.
"Yes… thank you," he sputtered. His eyes met hers and his blood froze. This woman was stunningly beautiful. She had red curly hair that fell to her shoulders and beautiful flawless skin. Her green eyes were intent on helping him, "Here you go."
They both stood up.
"You must excuse me for staring but you are…" he lost his breath.
"Thank you," she said modestly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "My name is Abbey."
"Arthur," he held out his hand. He turned back to his things, his face flashed red for a moment. This was the second time in one day he was making himself look like a fool in front of a girl. They stood for a few more moments as the family in front of them began to cause a commotion. Arthur looked at his watch and tapped his foot impatiently.
"Why are you heading to LA?" Abbey turned to face him.
"Just visiting family," he didn't feel like explaining his whole story again. This time he was determined to only make light conversation and not get into his back ground.
"Oh… that's nice." Her smile was as white as snow.
"ARTHUR!" Arthur and Abbey flinched at his name. The noise in the airport seemed to increase. People were talking louder but there was another shout, "ARTHUR!"
"Would you like to cut me and go next?" Abbey looked around the terminal nervously. Arthur frowned, furrowing his eyebrows but nodded, "Thank you."
"ARTHUR!" Did there just so happen to be another Arthur in the airport or was someone trying to call to him. A disheveled man ran into view. He ran up to the line as he spotted Arthur. The other people in the line seemed to notice him as well and moved over, almost frightened by the alarm in his voice.
"Do I know you?" Arthur asked stepping back.
"Yes," the man caught his breath, "Could I um…" another breath, "Please speak to you?"
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Excuse me mister would you please get into line?" one of the airport's security workers came over to them. The man seemed shaken by this.
"Please Arthur! I know what you have been doing for the last few years. I know you have amnesia right now! I know that you are confused and looking for answers with your family!" he couldn't say another word since they dragged him off into the waiting area.
"Some people are just crazy," Abbey laughed nervously. Her face was bright red as if something had embarrassed her about the scene. Arthur took his things. He was convinced. In a sentence he told Arthur everything. There was something going on. He hadn't told anyone about what was happening… this man knew though, and he claimed to know him. He had to know something about his past. They needed to talk.
Arthur got out of the line and followed the security people into the other room. The man was sitting in the corner and they were leaving. His blue eyes found Arthur and he jumped up, "Arthur!"
"Who are you?" Arthur approached him cautiously.
"Dom Cobb," he answered, "I don't know what you remember and what you don't but I do know that you aren't sure why you are where you are and you can't remember… years of your life." His answer was simple. He took out a small top and held it in the air, "This familiar?"
"A top?" he asked skeptically.
"More than a top," he said. Cobb looked around the airport and he leaned over and on the table beside one of the seats he spun it. Arthur watched it. It spun and spun and spun. It didn't seem like it was going to topple… it didn't seem like it was going to topple! He blinked hard to make sure he was seeing correctly. Everything flashed before him. He took out the die… it was his totem. He rolled it on the table beside the top and froze. It fell just right. Everything came back. The dreams… the job… their employers… the team… Inception… Ariadne. It was all so clear in two seconds.
"Come on!" Arthur pulled his things along. Cobb grabbed the top before it fell, "Where we headed?"
"We have to get Ariadne!"
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Arthur headed down the long hallway. As he got to the end he knocked on the door. There was no immediate answer, which scared him.
"Ariadne?" he called into her. The door swung open quickly.
"Eames," he said suddenly wishing Cobb was with them.
"Do I know you?" Eames asked looking over him. Arthur smiled, any other time he would have said something to mess with him but now wasn't the time.
"Yes, long story. May I please see Ariadne?" he asked trying to peer behind Eames's shoulder.
"Does she know you?"
"Arthur?" her familiar voice came behind him. Eames stepped back to reveal her. She looked confused and worried.
"Ari," Arthur fell forwards hugging her. She pushed him off, "What are you doing?"
"You don't remember?" Arthur's heart fell. She looked between the two men, trying to figure out what to say. Arthur was relieved to remember. The memories that he had were ones he never wanted to forget.
"Arthur..." Eames repeated looking at him, almost like it triggered something for him as well. Arthur took Ariadne's hand and pulled her out into the hallway. Eames almost fought back but Ariadne shook her head, she must have trusted him.
"Ari… please, you have to remember." He pleaded. Quickly he reached into his pocket and pulled out the totem that he had found in his suitcase, the red die. She looked down and stared at them. Her eyes were still blank, unknowing.
"The bishop," he said pointing to her pocket. She frowned and reached inside her pants pocket. Sure enough she pulled out the bishop piece. He took it from her, it was only the second time he had ever held it.
"Ari, don't you remember us?" he tried to make it more emotional so it would trigger something.
"Us?" the word felt so good to hear from her.
"Yes, us… I love you," he took a step closer. She pushed him away quickly, taking back the chess piece, "I'm sorry… Arthur… I don't know who you are."
"It all started with our break up and then we came to London and we met Abbey and we went into the dream and she wiped your memory…" he stumbled through the story not really getting a point across. She was becoming noticeably frustrated. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted to remember and she knew something was there.
"I'm sorry," her voice quavered with sadness, "I don't know who you are…"
Arthur waited for a moment. He didn't even know what to say next. There was only one thing he could think of that would remind her. Taking a chance he leaned forwards and pressed his lips against hers. This time Eames was the one to break it up. He pushed Arthur away. He could hear her begin to sob.
"You better get out of here!" Eames sounded like an over protective dad. "Go on! GET!" Arthur was sure that he wasn't kidding. He started down the hall angrily. He was stupid to think that would work… it only worked in movies not in real life. He had blown his only to chance to make her remember. Now she would think he was a petifile or something.
Quickly he headed out into the rain covering his head with his hands. There was a car waiting for him. Cobb sat in the driver seat. He looked defeated as well. They both had hoped that both Eames and Ariadne would remember. Then there was a shout.
"Wait!" her voice was clear in the pouring rain. He turned around and saw Ariadne running after him. He opened his mouth to say something but she slammed into him so fast he could barely process it. Her arms were thrown around him and she kissed him. The familiar sensation rippled through him. As they broke apart she was desperate to hug him. Her head against his chest, it felt so right. The rain poured down around them, soaking them both, but neither of them cared. They were where they belonged. When she finally took a deep breath she stepped back and admired him for a moment. Her hand ran along his cheek to his chin.
"I love you," she said with a slight laugh.
"I love you too," he kissed her cheek. A crack of thunder and lightning split the sky for a moment. They both looked up at the dark sky. The snow was vanishing quickly with the freezing rain.
"We should go," he said with a smile. She nodded and took his hand, squeezing it. Together they headed back inside. Now that they had their memories back there was only one thing left to do. They needed to stop the others from going through with wiping everyone else's memory completely.
Thank you for reading. More A/A action later in the climax of the story! :} Thanks for reviewing you guys rock! Oh and once again I AM SO SORRY for not updating!