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She blinked, shocked. Nothing in the safe...she swallowed, and carefully, began to close the metal door.
Suddenly, she felt a slight shock. Someone was pressing into her back.
"Don't move."
Ariadne tried to find her voice. "Arthur, I-"
"I said, don't move. I knew you'd double cross me." Suddenly, she felt his hand grip the back of her head, with frightening strength.
"Arthur!" Eames pushed his way through the crowd, and kneeling at the young man's side, began to gently haul him into a sitting position. "Arthur, its all right. I promise, it will be all right."
He began to carefully lift the younger man, noting how light he seemed. Arthur sighed, and his eyes began to flicker. "Eames...what?"
"Arthur, its all right," Eames said, soothingly, ignoring the projections who were crowding in on them. "We can walk. Its fine."
Arthur almost clutched at Eames. The older man waited until they were clear of the projections, then turned to him. "Right, where's Ariadne?" he asked, pleasantly.
Arthur's face clouded. "Ariadne? What?"
Eames, with a sinking heart, looked at the younger man. "Arthur, are you-"
"Am I what?" Arthur asked, his expression both puzzled and confused. "Am I what, Eames?"
"Oh, God," Eames muttered. "If you're Arthur...then who is Ariadne with?"
"Please, please!" Ariadne begged. Arthur's hand was covering the back of her head, pressing her face against the wall. "You were asleep!"
"I am."
Ariadne's eyes widened in shock. She tried to turn her head, but the pressure of his hand was preventing her. "You...are?"
"Who do you think is standing here now?" He lowered his hand, gripping the back of her neck. "Come on."
Its a projection. He's not real.
She let Arthur walk her through the kitchen, and they stopped in front of the refrigerator. He reached out, opened the door, and pulled out a plate. Ariadne blinked as she watched the chocolate mousse travel from the fridge shelf to the kitchen table.
"Have a seat," Arthur said, graciously.
She sat down, still feeling the pressure on the back of her neck. She shivered.
"Remember when you all dumped me in that clinic?" His hand was gently caressing the back of her neck. She swallowed. It was a touch she had adored.
"You all dumped me, and left me there. What were you all hoping for? That I'd come out a few weeks later fat as a turkey and totally co-operative? That the nice therapist would help me see what I was doing? Do you actually know what they did to me in there?"
Ariadne felt her tension rising. "No," she whispered.
"They did this."
Before she could move, he'd pushed her face straight into the bowl of mousse. She felt herself being held down in it, trying to breath, but instead, all she could feel was the sweet, soft dessert, pushing its way intrusively into her nose and mouth.
"That's it," Arthur whispered. "Suck it up."
Cobb sat on the plane, looking at the motionless figures. Trent shook his head. "Fischer will not be waiting for us."
Cobb looked at Trent. "It doesn't matter if he is. We can't continue like this. Its over."
"Eames, cab!"
Eames bit back an angry mutter as Arthur tried to flag down a cab. The slender man was visibly tiring, and he grabbed his arm.
"Look, just be careful, for God's sake!" He looked at him. "This - well, you still need to-"
"I know its a dream." Arthur shook his head. "I know it. You all tried to incept me again." A sad smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Its ok, Eames. We'll find Ariadne, and I'll deal with you and Dom when we wake up."
Eames looked at him.
"Arthur, listen to me! Its not that simple! We're doing this to help you! To try and-"
He stopped. Arthur was shaking his head. "You can't help me." His voice was tired, defeated. "You can't help me when I feel that all will help me is -" he turned away, and flagging down a cab, pulled open the door.
Swallowing, Eames followed him. As they settled inside, he looked at the younger man. "Where do you think they'll be?"
Arthur blinked. "This is our city. My apartment."
"How was that?" Arthur asked, his face twisting into a grin. "Enjoy?"
Ariadne looked at him. Her face was covered in the mousse, but he'd pulled her head up before she'd felt herself choking. He was sitting next to her, one hand clamped firmly round her arm.
"Now," he said, dipping the spoon into the remnants of the bowl. "Here!"
Before she could protest, he'd pushed a large spoonful into her mouth. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. "Don't spit it out. Swallow it."
Suddenly, her eyes widened. Arthur was walking in from the lounge. "God, I'm tired, I-" he looked at the two of them sitting at the table.
"She needs feeding up," Arthur said, soothingly, casting a quick glance at his doppelganger. "Poor little thing. Spends so much time worrying about her boyfriend. Her ugly, fat, useless, boyfriend!"
Arthur sat down with them at the table. "Need some help?"
"Maybe," Arthur said, looking at her thoughtfully. "Get some more from the fridge."
Ariadne looked at Arthur as the other got up. "Please, don't do this!"
"Do what?" Arthur said, mockingly. "This?!"
Before she could stop him, her face was shoved into the bowl again.
"That's it," he said soothingly. "Eat it all!"
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