Hey guys, here's the brand new chapter I've been working on for the past couple of days (writer's block and rewrites, yep) . I hope you enjoy it :)

I can't believe I got so many reviews for the last chapter, thanks so much you guys, you are amazing! Keep being awesome, okay?

As for this chapter, well if you thought Ariadne was a bit childish before, you're really going to get a sample of what 'childish' really means :)) Hopefully, you'll like it. If not, I'd love to hear your suggestions on just about anything, they're quite helpful :)

So, without further ado...

6.

The sixth phone call was made four days later.

Although Ariadne would have said it had been several days. She had lost track of time a little since she had been extremely busy with college and being angry with Arthur. Sometimes, the professors would catch her muttering to herself in the middle of classes and they'd give her the weird eye, but she'd just shrug her shoulders and blame it all on Arthur. Not that she could say that out loud, but she felt better yelling at him mentally.

However, it was Arthur who made the call.

Eames had knocked him on the head five times already how he was being a 'miserable twat' and how he had behaved atrociously and that he was lucky to have Ariadne in his life. He was ready to agree with the first two things, though not wholeheartedly, but the third was a bit too much for him to consider. Of course Ariadne was a great person, she was smart, kind, dedicated and funny, but she was not the first person or first female for that matter, to have those traits. He had met numerous women who were just like her, or shared similar features, so she did not stand out to him for that particular reason. He was grateful to her for completely different reasons, the most important being that she had basically saved their lives. Therefore, he believed he appreciated her as a human being and as a work colleague and that he felt for her the same way he felt about Dom, even though it had been his fault they had been about to die. In other words, when he considered Ariadne, he didn't consider a woman, but mainly a colleague.

'You're telling me you don't feel anything for her,' Eames concluded.

'Yes,' he replied simply. 'It's just how it is.'

He chose to call her in the evening to apologize.

Ariadne was taking a bath. After four days of gruelling work she finally had some time for herself, so to speak. For once in her life she had filled the bath tub with water, instead of just taking a very quick shower, and was ready to sink in with a glass of apple juice, a novel and maybe some cheese cake.

Her iPod was placed somewhere above her head on a shelf and she had put the Pina Colada song on.

'I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long!' she started singing happily, taking a sip from the carton of juice.

Her body was just getting really warm and the hot water was spreading from her fingers to her toes, when her cell phone started ringing.

'Go away,' she muttered annoyed. She really didn't want to stretch all the way to the small basket next to the tub. She ignored it.

The ringing persisted however, even if she chose to turn up the music and sing louder. And even if she tried her hardest, she couldn't not hear the loud beeping noise coming from the phone.

She groaned and rose on her knees, fumbling for her phone.

Her hands were wet and slippery so she dropped it on the floor. Growing angrier and angrier, she lunged forward to grab it, but she almost fell out of the tub.

'You suck!' she yelled as she finally managed to snatch her phone from the floor.

Unfortunately, she had already pressed some buttons and Arthur heard her scream.

'Um, I do?' he asked awkwardly.

Ariadne steadied the phone between her shoulder and her cheek and fell back in the tub.

Arthur heard some splashes. He gulped. What was she doing in there?

'Hello?' she answered.

'Not a good time?'

'...Arthur.'

'Hi.'

'Hello.'

'Yes, you already said that.'

'What?'

'I said you already said that. When you answered.'

'That was just a 'hello, who is this' hello,' she explained.

'Right. That's true. So hello to you too I guess.'

'Hello.'

'Yeah, now we are being repetitive.'

'No, you are,' she said, looking around, uncomfortable. She was naked and in a bath tub full of water and she was talking to Arthur. She somehow felt very self conscious.

'Well...the reason I called is to apologize for the other day.'

'The other day? Wasn't it some days ago?'

'Yeah, I guess, some days ago...'

'So, you don't even remember the thing you're apologizing for,' she said slightly amused.

He chuckled.

'It was four days ago.'

'Wasn't it six or seven actually?' she asked, scratching her neck.

'Uh, no, I'm pretty sure it was four days ago.'

'Huh, it felt like more than that.'

'Now look who is forgetful.'

'Yes, well I have had a lot of work to do,' she defended herself.

'College giving you a hard time?'

'You have no idea...'

'Sorry about that.'

'You're not the one giving the assignments, so it's alright.'

'But I gave you assignments during the job.'

Why was he bringing that up? She frowned.

'I don't want to talk about that right now. I don't want to talk about your job or my job or anyone else's job.'

'I wasn't even going to bring it up, but it joggled my memory and I felt it was ironical since...'

'Okay, okay, you don't have to explain so much. I got it.'

'Yeah, I tend to do that,' he said, feeling out of place.

'Sometimes it's useful, sometimes...not so much.'

'Good to know. So, I am sorry for snapping at you.'

He said it so quickly and out of the blue that she had to blink several times to register what he had said.

'You didn't snap. I did most of the snapping actually,' Ariadne rectified.

'Well...I was fairly stupid too.'

'Too? I wasn't stupid.'

'No, of course not. Okay, let me rephrase. I was rash and I was impolite and I apologize for making you feel that way.'

'What way?'

'Well, the way that made you hang up. I know I was being rude and maybe a bit immature.'

'Okay...'

'I mean you can talk to Eames any time you want.'

'Aha...'

'And you can ask him anything you like and you can ask me anything you like as well, but I might not always answer due to certain circumstances, but I will try.'

'Well...'

'Also, I know you are not being the distant one here. I mean it's obvious that, considering my field of work and our common ground, I would be the distant one, so I apologize for assuming you only talk about...'

'So, you agree that you are distant and that I am not so distant. That's very nice, but do you think you should continue being distant?'

'When needed.'

'Which is...?'

'Sometimes, but not all the time I guess. I'm not always distant towards Dom. So I'm not always going to be distant towards you.'

'Can you please stop comparing me to Cobb? It's getting a bit uncomfortable.'

'Sorry, it's just you and he are very similar in my mind. I mean I tend to have similar reactions towards you two.'

'That's...good I guess,' she replied, feeling slightly disappointed.

'So, are we good?' he asked after some moments.

'Oh, just like that?'

'What do you mean?'

'You make an effort to recite your apology without a single pause and I automatically have to forgive you. And then everything goes back to normal,' she replied dryly.

'First off, I didn't recite my apology, I meant it, secondly...'

'Arthur, you didn't need to apologise.'

'What...?'

'You didn't do anything.'

He heard her sigh.

'I...'

'Yeah, nothing really happened. We didn't have a fight. I just stormed out. Well stormed out on the phone. Yeah, maybe you were immature, yes I let my temper get the better of me, it was just one of those things that happen that don't mean much. There's nothing to apologise for.'

'Oh.'

'Yeah.'

'So let me get this straight, first off, you tell me that my apology sounds practiced and then you say I shouldn't have apologised at all.'

'So?'

'You are so predictable, Ariadne.'

Ariadne frowned.

'I think you're confusing the meaning of 'predictable', Arthur.'

'No, I'm not. See, you're just like all the other women, contradictory and indecisive. First you say something, then you mean something else, then you deny everything.'

She felt strange. He had indirectly insulted her and called her a woman. It was a strange evening.

'Oh, that's what you meant by it. I actually thought you'd come up with something more creative. Eames was right,' she replies snarkily.

'There you go again. Predictable,' Arthur replied, smiling into the phone.

She moved in the tub, trying to adjust her phone better. He heard some splashes here and there.

Now he was almost 80% sure she was in the bathroom, most likely in a bath tub. But maybe she was wearing clothes.

'What? My reaction to your comment?' she asked upset. 'Sorry, I can't be all 'awww you're so sweet' when you describe me in such an unflattering way.'

'Well, that's how you are. It's the naked truth.'

He instantly regretted saying that. She was probably naked. Oh, no.

God, he hated himself.

'You're the one to speak,' she said quickly, covering her chest with her hands.

'Pardon?'

'You're worse. You're fickle and paradoxical most of the times.'

'My job requires it,' Arthur said with a smile.

'I can use that excuse too,' Ariadne bit back.

'So you admit to being that?'

'No. You're an ass for twisting my words.'

'There you go again. Predictable.'

'Okay, fine. I am so going to surprise you, just you wait,' she huffed, hiding a secret smile.

'Yeah, you just blew all your chances of surprising me, since I'm always going to expect...'

But he was cut off when...

'If you like pina coladas! And getting caught in the rain! If you're not into yoga! If you have half a brain!'

For a moment he froze. He felt like a deer caught in the headlight.

Then he recognized the song and his shoulders started sagging slowly.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

She was singing him that song, while naked in her bath tub. All evidence pointed towards that.

He started laughing, despite himself.

'Ariadne, are you singing the Pina Colada song?'

She repeated the chorus.

'Okay, you're singing the Pina Colada song,' he said in resignation.

Ariadne kept singing happily, but she was moving too much (dancing to the song, he imagined) and the cell phone slipped into the bath tub and the connection was interrupted.

She didn't notice it fall from her shoulders because she was just laughing too hard.

But Arthur definitely noticed her voice was gone.

Yes, yes, I know, bath tub phone call? Cliche, I know :)) But not all cliches are bad.

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