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One of the advantages of working in the dream buisness is having a lot of money to spend on things like...emergency plane tickets to Los Angeles.
One of the disadvantages is having some crazed physco chasing your family and friends.
I watched Jess fall asleep on the plane, and I took the opportunity to cradle Evangeline in my arms.
"You should sleep you know," I said to her. She shook her head, and seemed to return her attention to attempting to open a packet of travel sized MnM's.
"I'm awake now," she said in her high soprano voice. Her thick accent rolled off her tongue, and I realised how long it was since I'd acaully had proper communication with other British people. Either they were American, French, Indian, Japanise...you name it. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and I couldn't help but smile.
"Where are we going?" The smile fell off my face. 'Oh nothing darling, dear old dad has just got into a bit of trouble with someone who wants to kill you.' Fucking hell.
"...Umm, to visit a friend of mine in America." She seemed less that impressed with my response.
"He has a little girl. Her name is Phillipa, she's just a bit older than you."
That perked her up a bit. Her mouth suddenly turned into a smile. There were those little dimples. "And a little boy, James." She didn't seem as impressed with that. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
"Boys are silly."
"Yes, they are. Now do me a favour and remember that for when you're older, yeah?" She nodded her head.
"Dad?" I think my heart melted. Oh God, how positively cliche. But seriously, this girl was adorable. How on earth was she comfortable enough with me to call me dad? I think out of me and Arthur, I would win 'who has the best little girl awards.'
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Do you and mummy love each other?"
I smiled. "Very much. We love you too."
"Then why aren't you married?" She asked, so bloody innocently.
I shrugged. "I don't know. We were quite young when mummy was pregnant with you- I mean...when the stalk brought you to us."
"Are you going to ever get married?"
"Probably. One day, maybe. I'd like to, but your mum..." I leaned forward to whisper into her ear. "...Has very particular tastes when it comes to boys."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing in Los Angeles in 10 minutes."
I sighed. My moment of peace had ended. I placed her down in her seat and fastened her seatbelt for her. I just hoped that we would get to Arthur and Ariadne in time.
I never wanted to move from this position.
We were sitting on the couch while James and Phillipa were playing on the floor. I had my arm around Ariadne and our hands were twisted around each other so perfectly, we could have been a jigsaw puzzle. I leant over and kissed her cheek.
When I told her I loved her, I meant it. I really did love her. It didn't feel corny or dishonest, it felt right. The first time we'd met, Cobb had brought her to the warehouse for the Inception job. I didn't think that much of her, until she started to create and design. She was so talented, so passionate, she attracted me instantly. Those weeks of training her for the dream world were the best I'd ever spend preparing for a job. When Cobb said that she would be coming under with us, I was kind of...happy. Normally I would be pissed for changing the job so suddenly, but I was happy that she was coming with us. I had no desire to leave her in Paris. I had to admit, the kiss in the second level was a long-shot, but I couldn't help myself.
After the job, I was planning to keep in contact with her, but I weasled out at the airport. I couldn't talk to her apart from a small goodbye. It was so unlike me, being so nervous. I couldn't stop thinking about her for weeks, and when we were taken by Cobal, seeing her again...like that...I couldn't handle it.
Truthfully, I didn't want her to go back to Paris. I wanted to be selfish and keep her with me. I was always a good Point Man, put together, loyal, always taking orders and doing what other people wanted. No, this was for me. I couldn't let her go.
"Do you think Eames is with his family right now?" she asked, half of her attention on the TV and half of it on me. I rolled my eyes, because somehow Eames always had to inturrupt my peace one way or another.
"Probably," I mumbled into her hair. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and realised it was late, and no-one would be coming around at this hour. I gave a quick glance at Ariadne and stood up.
"Stay here." As I walked to the front door, I heard her quick footsteps behind me. I sighed at her lack of ability to listen. I took the lock off the door and slowly pulled it open, just enough to see who was on the outside. I swung it open when I realised who it was.
Eames was standing there, panic and worry written on his face. Holding his hand was a little girl, couldn't have been older than Phillipa, with tired eyes. From the resemblance, I guessed it was Eames's...daughter. Next to him was a beautiful, but worried woman, holding the back of Eames's jacket.
"Arthur, we have a problem," he said, his voice stern. I opened the door fully and allowed them to walk in.
"What's wrong?" I asked. It was more of a statement than a question. He looked down at the little girl, then at Ariadne. He pointed to the woman standing next to him.
"Ariadne, this is Jess. Can you please take her and Evangeline to the next room?" he asked. Ariadne nodded, knowing the situation was serious, and guided the two into the living room. I looked at Eames.
"What?" I demanded. He looked at me gravely.
"It's Cobal. I got a call this afternoon, saying that they didn't want any witnesses. They're going to find us and kill us."
I froze.
"All of us," he added, emphasising the 'all'.
I remembered what they did to us. Beating, shooting, stabbing and burning us. Against my mind's will, I suddenly pictured James and Phillipa, the girls I knew to be Evangeline and Jess in our places. They would torture us again, creating a slow, painful death. My fist curled tightly, and I looked at the door, checking the lock.
"What do we do?" I growled. He shook his head.
"I have no idea." He looked into the living room. "I brought them here. I thought it might be safer."
"You did the right thing."
"I hope so."
I sighed. "Shit. We need to go." I stared to walk away, but a hand on my shoulder pulled me back.
"Where? They would find us anywhere we go," Eames said, his voice quiet. I nodded. It was true, staying here would be just as dangerous as going somewhere different.
I looked at him. "Do you have your gun?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cleverly hidden pistol. "Never go anywhere without it."
"Good, Ariadne has one upstairs. I have 2. We have our defences."
"Defences for what?"
I turned my head toward the door and saw Ariadne standing there. She looked scared, and she was eyeing Eames and I suspitiously.
"What's wrong?" she asked. I looked at Eames's gun and then back at her.
"It's Cobal. They want...they want to kill us."
She was still for a moment, then I saw the slightest hint of tears in her eyes. I went to her and threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly. I didn't care whether Eames was watching, she needed a source of comfort.
"What are we going to do?" she cried.
"We're going to stay here, we're not going to let them drive out of the house. Cobb wouldn't want that."
"We've got plenty of guns, we'll just cut off the problem at the source," Eames said, and I could hear him placing his gun back in his pocket. I let go of Ariadne and held her at arm's length. She looked at Eames.
"You mean..." I nodded. She looked at the floor and wiped her eyes. I looked behind her and saw Jess standing there awkwardly with her arms crossed across her chest. I smiled at her, realising how odd she must feel. I let go of Ariadne, but held her hand tightly. I offered my hand out to Jess.
"I'm Arthur." She held her hand out and returned my shake.
"Jess," she said, walking over to Eames. When he looked at her, there was a mixture of emotions in his eyes. Love, passion, desire, need, concern and care. It was odd seeing Eames like this.
"I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances."
She frowned. "I would agree, but unfortunately, I don't know what the circumstances are."
