Hey. Its Maud. It's my first time to write a fanfic. Heck, it's really my first time to write anything other than usual stuffs. Just tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inception. That genius Nolan did. :D
It's been 10 days (not that I'm counting) since the Fischer job and I haven't heard from anyone since. Even Professor Miles has been acting as if nothing happened, even though sometimes he slips and I caught him watching me in a way more than normal.
10 days is all it took to bring my physical body back into reality. I've managed to dream again after a week of sleepless nights and the traitorous sedative-induced wounds in my forearm are slowly fading. It was as if everything in me wanted to get me back to my old life – Ariadne, an architecture student. Ariadne, with a normal life.
But my thoughts are still somewhere else. I missed Yusuf, Eames, Saito, Arthur but most of all, I'm worried about Cobb.
The inception job was a shade easier to impossible yet he broke all the rules and tackled all barriers just to be with his children once again. And from someone who lost her family, that saying is something.
Before I've been recruited on the job, my dreams consist of a flash of blinding yellow light, a crash, an earsplitting scream and silence. Most nights, I'll wake up from the scream on my dream only to realize that the screams are my own. I've lost my parents and my brother that night and that moment haunted my sleeping moments since.
"Earth to Ariadne!" Olga was waving her hand an inch from my face, disrupting my internal monologue.
"You've been dreaming awake again" she wailed. She hates it when I don't listen 100% to her blabs. I'm her outlet in her never-ending quest for attention. You see, Olga is my bestfriend, or rather, I'M HER BESTFRIEND. I can't imagine anybody who will listen intently to Olga's stories of who-dated-who, whose-pregnant-with-whom, and whose-wearing-the-wrong-shade-of-lipstick.
"What really happened to you in that internship thing?" she demanded, pouting her mouth a little. "You were never like that before." Poor childish Olga, I wish I could tell you this time.
"It's nothing, sissy" I assured her "Just a little tired, that's all"
I think I really did look tired because didn't press and she just continue to banter about the cute guy he saw in the university gate earlier.
But her question really hit something: What happened to me in that internship before?
Before we got on the plane Cobb told me what he probably told the rest "you don't know each other. Stick to your story. No contacts afterwards." The last bit left my mouth hanging open until he clarified, "No contacts until 90 days."