The relationship of Arthur and Ariadne based off different songs. Each chapter is what song the story is based off of.

Disclaimer- I do not own Inception or the song Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood

A/N- Hey! Another update, wow! It's been a while. I really loved writing this, took two days. This style is a little different than what I usually do but the inspiration truly comes from the song. Story ends different than the song but the theme is the same. Hope you all enjoy!

A small boy walked slowly through the doors of a large house. The doors were heavy, so the woman who walked with him held them open. He inched through the door, not quite knowing what he was walking into. The same woman now walked up to him. He could hear the clack of her heels behind him before he felt her hand on his shoulder. She ruffled his brown hair and then stepped in front of him, bending down to his level.

"Are you excited to meet your new family?"She asked, using a voice which implied that he should be. He said nothing, only looked down. He was holding a brown teddy bear close to his chest. It was ratty and worn, tired from many nights of use. Finally, the otherwise silent parlor was filled with the clacks of a different pair of women's shoes. The boy turned his head to see a blonde woman and brown haired man walking into the room. They wore smiles on their faces, happy despite the otherwise depressing situation. The woman seemed especially excited and the first thing she did was bend down in front of the boy like the first woman had down. She hugged him, and also ruffled his hair. She squeezed his hand and then spoke.

"Are you Arthur?" she asked in a sweet voice. She seemed like a nice enough lady, but Arthur knew that they usually started out that way. Then, once he had just gotten used to them, something happened and they didn't want him anymore. He tried his best not to get attached anymore, to just be until it was time to move again.

The adults talked for a while, but finally, the first woman waved goodbye and walked out the door. The other lady took his small hand, with his bag in her other hand, led him up some stairs and into a room that she told him was his now. She asked him if he wanted help unpacking, but he shook his head no and she kissed his forehead and walked out. He placed his bag on the floor and lay down on the bed. The first thing he did, the first thing he always did, was to point out the details to himself. In a world full of changing paces and homes that whipped and whirled by, the details were the things that grounded him.

An hour later, he had counted 10 cracks in the ceiling, eleven holes in the wall from where nails had been, or still were, and 8 knots in the floorboards. The walls were a cream color, and his bedspread was a blue checkered pattern. There were 6 pillows altogether, only 2 of which were for sleeping. There was a picture in a small frame of people that he didn't know. His little eyelids felt heavy now, so he pulled his bear close to himself, and closed his eyes.

Arthur could barely remember his first home. He saw ghosts of figures, whispers of the words Mom and Dad, only feelings and emotional memoires really stood out. He remembered sounds, and smells. Nothing truly stuck out in his head.

A few months later, the lady was back again. His "mom" and "dad" stood together, a united front against him. They still smiled, and they even waved as the lady ushered him out of the door. Arthur didn't wave back, and he didn't smile. He would save those for when he truly belonged.

The little girl walked quickly down the wet streets, the water on the ground splashing around her feet and getting her socks wet. Her mother was holding her small hand and they traveled together down the slushy streets of New York. The streets were slippery and she had to try hard not to fall, but her mother hurried her along so fast that she had a hard time keeping her balance. The night was dark, so she had a hard time seeing where they were walking.

She didn't truly know where they were going. Her mother had told her something about a new home. Right now, that's where they were headed. She wasn't quite sure why they weren't talking the car, but she had learned a long time ago not to ask questions.

Now, she finally felt her mother slowing down as they approached an old looking house. The pathway up was dry from being shoveled earlier, and the walk to the doors was pleasant for the girl.

She waited for her mother to speak, to say something comforting to her, maybe even to explain where they were. She didn't utter a sound until they were at the door, and she had rung the doorbell. Then, she turned to her daughter and brushed some hair out of her face, wiped a smudge off her cheek and pulled her coat further up. Finally, she spoke.

"Now Ariadne, you have to promise me that you'll be on your best behavior," she spoke firmly. Ariadne nodded, anxious to do what her mother told her. Finally, the door opened.

She and her mother entered the house, following an older looking lady, and Ariadne took it in while they walked through the halls. There were lots of rooms with different kinds of people. Women, men, all sorts of looking people sat in each room. Most of the people, Ariadne noticed, looked sad, some looked sick. They noticed her looking in, and even when she smiled at them they didn't smile back at. The house made her feel unsafe, and scared. She didn't want to live there.

The lady took her mother into another room and asked Ariadne to wait outside. There was a small chair to sit in, so she sat down and waited. There was nothing to do, so she picked up a piece of paper that lay on a table nearby. Ariadne wasn't quite old enough to read the longer, complicated words, but she could make out the word Halfway House on the top of the paper. If she hadn't heard her mother mention the word a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have known it.

After a few minutes, they reappeared from behind the door and her mother led her through the house to a hallway full of rooms. They walked down the hall until they came to a door that was marked, "283". Her mother inserted a key into the knob and pushed it open.

It was a nice enough room. One bed stood in the middle. There was also a closet and one TV. A single window adorned the wall. The window, Ariadne would later learn, didn't open. The day was almost over, so after changing into pajamas, they went to bed.

Ariadne would spend 3 months at the halfway house. When she wasn't at school, she was alone in her room sketching pictures of buildings, of homes. Of places she wished that she could be. Despite living at the halfway house, she knew that it wasn't her home. So she drew homes, and then she would dream about living there, safe in her own house and away from this one.

Arthur and Ariadne were two different individuals with a similar past. Neither of them could remember a permanent home. Both of them had their own way of dealing with that fact. Ariadne had spent her time drawing and dreaming of where she wished she could be. Arthur had spent his time memorizing where he was so he wouldn't lose himself.

Now, as adults capable of choosing their own lives, Ariadne still dreamed of a home, and her little apartment sufficed just fine for her. Arthur couldn't settle anywhere, and moved from place to place, staying in different hotels and apartments every month. Unless he had a job, he didn't stay anywhere for very long.

But here they were, finally having found each other. Arthur and Ariadne both sat on the couch of the small apartment they lived in together. She rested against his chest, and he had his hands wrapped around her waist.

"I love you Arthur," she spoke gently.

"I love you too," he replied. She sighed.

"You're the first true home I've ever had," she told him. He smiled softly to himself and kissed the top of her head.

"You're this first home I've ever truly wanted," he remarked. They settled into gentle silence as they enjoyed what they finally had.

They suited each other so wonderfully. She wanted what she never had, he feared it. She helped him to find comfort in stability, and together they got what they had always wanted.

Here, safe in the comfort of each other's arms, Arthur and Ariadne knew that it wasn't walls and floors that made a house. It was the people that loved you that gave you a permanent home.

A/N- Pheww! It's a long one haha. I really love this one. PLEASE review to let me know what you thought of the style, and also, just in general how I portrayed their lives. Also, I don't really know too much about halfway housed, I looked up some stuff but they didn't have a lot of information about how they worked. So I'm sorry for any inaccuracies! I really hope you all liked this one! Please review, you all are amazing!
PS- If you haven't seen the music video for Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood, you should definitely watch it! It's really sad though, much like the song, and it DID make me cry. Which never happens. So there you go :DD