Ok... it's been a super..suuuuper long time but just recently I found an Inception spark again. I re-wrote this chapter and then immediately wrote about 5 chapters more worth of ideas.. Let me know if anyone is still interested in this!

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As Raylie slipped into a chemical-induced sleep, images flashed through her mind. Bits of snapshots from past memories were shown quickly, one after another.

A crowded club—Raylie found herself squished between a crowd of people all dancing around her. Two hands on either side of her waist made her look behind her as she grinned up at the culprit; him swaying with her to the beat of the music."Having fun yet, love?" The smooth sound of Eames' accented voice filled her ears clearly, despite the loud music.Raylie felt herself turn to fully face him as she matched his smile. "I just didn't know you were so good on your feet Mr. Eames." Raylie replied with a chuckle as the Brit flashed an infamous smirk.Bending down close, while keeping his hands firmly planted on either side of her waist, Eames whispered seductively into her ear, "dancing isn't the only thing I'm good at sweetheart."

A flash of light pulled Raylie into a new setting. This time she was detached from her body. She was looking in on her own memory, seeing herself sitting on a couch, face buried in her hands as her past self cried.

"Hey, look at me." A soft voice; his voice spoke. Raylie watched as her past self looked up at Eames as he sat next to her, a comforting hand on her back as he gave her a concerned look."It'll be alright. Don't you fret anymore." He told her softly as he wiped a stray tear from her face.

"I know it's not my place, but I'm here for you. For anything you may need." His words were so kind that the present Raylie almost faltered. She had forgotten what it had been like before they had become less than civil towards one another.

She didn't have time to reminisce long before another flash of light emitted and the setting changed once again.

"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport Arthur!" An amused Eames called out as a past Raylie tried to hold back her laughter.

A very drenched Arthur cast a quick glare at the giggling Raylie before focusing his heated gaze on Eames. "Everything is a big joke with you two!" Arthur fumed as he tried to wring out the water from his soaked shirt, courtesy of his two 'colleagues' standing before him.

"It was only a practical joke, dear. No need to get your knickers knotted." Eames tried to reason before Arthur exploded, "We are on a job! Would it kill either of you to try and be professionals!"

Raylie continued to quietly chuckle as Arthur raged on.

The memory ended as quick as it had begun before a new one materialized.

A past Raylie lay in bed, under the covers, next to the Brit. Her head rested on his bare chest as her finger gently traced the outline of one of his tattoos.

Eames, propped against the head board of the bed absently played with her hair as his other arm held her naked form close to him.

"Is this going to last forever?" Raylie finally broke the silence, being completely serious about the question, but Eames chuckled, "Well we can try, but I'm sure we'll have to get out of this bed sooner or later. Wouldn't want the team to have to wait that long." He joked as Raylie gave a snort of laughter before replying, "I'm serious! Do you think we'll last?" She questioned once more, making sure to reiterate her question more clearly.

For a moment, Eames didn't answer as he continued to absentmindedly stroke her hair. Moving her head slightly, Raylie looked up at Eames expectantly.

Letting out a soft sigh, Eames finally replied, "Well, I suppose that will be the case. Just as long as you continue to be extraordinary in bed, my pet." Eames said with a wink.There was that unmistakable charm he always managed to slide by on.

Rolling her eyes, Raylie lifted her head up and gave him a light smack on the chest before playfully trying to move away from his grasp as if being offended by the comment.

However, she couldn't help but giggle as Eames moved towards her, pulling himself on top of her as he then nestled his lower half between her legs, grinning down at her like a madman.

"You have no shame." Raylie stated with a playful smile.

"Ah, but you can't get enough of me." Came the only reply as Eames bent his head down, planting small kisses along her neck.

The moment felt so right that the dreaming Raylie felt herself audibly groan as she was brought into a new memory.

Her past self sat on the edge of a bed inside a hotel room. She sat helpless as tears leaked down the sides of her face, watching a furious Eames pace back and forth in front of her. She was crying again, but this time Eames wasn't about to comfort her.

"I can't even begin to believe it!" His words came out as loud shouts, showing a complete disregard for the desperate looking girl that sat before him, flinching at his yells.

"How long?" The question was simple enough, but Raylie couldn't get herself to answer, let alone look at him. She instead focused her gaze on the carpet as Eames continued to pace.

"I bloody well trusted you! I cared for you! And you go and-" He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Eames abruptly stopped his pacing to gaze down at her. "LOOK AT ME!" He exploded, causing Raylie to jump in her seat before slowly meeting his gaze.

"You took me for a fool." Eames continued his voice now almost a whisper. It hadn't been a question, but rather a statement.

Raylie shook her head, seeing the mixture of anger and grief in the man's eyes. "No—I never thought that. I loved y-" Her words were quickly interrupted as Eames threw his half-empty whiskey glass hard against the wall. The loud sound seemed to resonate in the small room as shards of glass fell to the floor. Raylie instantly dropped her gaze once more.

"Don't even fucking say it." Eames commanded before grabbing his jacket. Hastily putting it on, he went for the door, "I hope you have a very happy life." He spat his words like venom before pulling open the door and leaving.

The sound of the door slamming jolted Raylie awake. A cold sweat drenched her body as she fumbled to try and find her totem.

It had been so long. So long. She hadn't dreamt in years. But that hadn't been a dream. No, those were very real memories.

It was light out now, as sun peeked through the hotel window. Raylie sat up in bed, calming her heavy breathing as she took out her totem; a silver lighter that had been busted and so didn't produce a flame in reality. In the dream world, it would have instantly lit up.

Flicking at the lighter several times, it never made a flame. She sighed in relief and stuffed it back in her pocket.

Looking at the clock next to her, Raylie shot out of bed. "Shit!" She only had 15 minutes to get to the airport before she missed her flight. Throwing any misplaced items back into her suitcase, she quickly rummaged through the mess to try and find her plane ticket.

Gone.

Starting to panic, she dumped all the contents of her suitcase out onto the floor, not caring about the fact that she had only just put everything away moments before. Once empty, she investigated the inner lining of the suitcase more closely. Running her fingers along the inside edge of the seam, she found the spot that was secretly another pocket hidden away. Pulling it open, she found it to be empty.That son of a bitch even took her passports…all seven of them...

Being in such a business...the crime business...it was necessary to keep a collection of different passports and papers belonging to different people in order to easily change one's identity on any given day. Without them, she wouldn't be able to so much make it across one country border, let alone fly halfway across the world. And he had known that.

"Bastard."