DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception, I just own the piano. Review please!

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"Cobb, stop it."

"No, Arthur screwed it up!"

"Cobb, I'm sorry! I didn't know about the security-"

"Of course you didn't, because you don't know anything! Your work has been slipping, and I thought it was just a phase. Maybe you're not the best point man around!"

Arthur flinched in response to the harsh comment. "How can-"

Cobb held his hand up. His breathing was increasing rapidly due to the anger, and he looked at the floor. "Don't talk to me."

Eames looked up from his spot, rubbing his wrist from the needle mark. "Well, not the teacher's pet anymore, huh Artie?"

Arthur looked at Eames. "Eames...just...shut up!"

Eames held his hands up in defence. "I'm just saying, maybe you should work on your research more than spending time with Ariadne. They have been spending a lot more time together-"

Within seconds, Arthur was holding Eames to the floor by the collar, choking him severly. The chair hit the floor with a crash, bringing Cobb's attention. Eames glared up at him. "Try it, little boy."

"You're such an asshole," Arthur hissed. Eames just smirked.

"Maybe, but at least I'm not a stick in the-"

Arthur sent his fist slamming down onto Eames's face. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!" he yelled. Eames clasped his hand over his lip, which was now bleeding. Cobb ran over and pulled Arthur up by his shirt, and became face to face with him.

"You want to fight? Fine, go ahead. Hit me," he muttered. Arthur stared at him for a moment.

"Don't tempt me, Cobb."

Eames got up off the floor and walked past Arthur. "Sounds like a girl, looks like a girl and now we've confirmed he hits like a girl."

Arthur growled and lunged for Eames's throat. He threw his head down on the piano, keeping his hand tightly on his throat the whole time. Eames tried to pry his hand away, but Arthur remained still.

"Say something about me again."

Eames froze. "Are you sure? You don't seem to like that too much."

"SAY SOMETHING ABOUT ME AGAIN!" Arthur yelled, sending echoes around the warehouse. His grip tightened on Eames's throat. He was glad Ariadne wasn't there. He would hate for her to witness him so out of control. Eames smirked.

"Fine," he turned his head to Cobb. "Cobb, Arthur's banging Ariadne."

Eames yelped when Arthur clutched his throat tighter. The warehouse was suddenly filled with grunts and growls. He lifted his head and slammed it back down on the piano. A small amount of dampness formed at the back of his head. Blood. Arthur lifted Eames up so his feet were dangling a few feet off the air, and threw him on the ground. Arthur reached behind him where his gun was settled in the back of his waistband. Cobb saw this and ran forward, twisting Arthur's arm behind him. Arthur winced at the motion.

"No-one is getting shot today. We're done." Arthur moved under him. Cobb tightened his grasp on his arm. "Arthur. We're done."

Arthur nodded weakly and Cobb released his arm. Arthur looked at him. "Cobb, I-"

"Are you really..you know...with Ariadne?"

Arthur shook his head. "God no. I've never done anything like that to her. It's just...we're just...I really like her Cobb. She does something strange to me. She changes me."

"Yeah, we can fucking tell." Eames climbed up from the ground, clutching the back of his head.