A/N: I got stuck with this chapter for a long time and I'm not sure about it. It seems to be way too melodramatic, but it seems that I couldn't help it.

The inspiration for this chapter was soundtrack for "The Dark Knight" by Hans Zimmer.

Reviews will be much appreciated;)

Eames never considered himself as a compassionate man. Of course he felt sorry for many people in his life, but it was always from "outside". Sending some e-mails, maybe making few calls… But that was the way he acted before.

Before inception. Before next couple of jobs with Ariadne and Arthur. Before throwing himself for crazy saving mission.

And definitely before Ariadne's huge, pleading eyes.

Now he was standing outside Ariadne and Arthur's house with emptiness in his head.

He sighed heavily and pushed door bell. He waited for a minute, but nobody answered.

What the hell?, crossed his mind. They were supposed to be at home!

Eames knocked the door, only to find out that it was opened.

Ariadne forced herself to calm down and think. She was sure that Arthur wasn't at home, but, in the same time, she was positive that he couldn't walk away too far. He was still too weak for long journeys.

She stood motionless in the center of kitchen trying to figure out place, where Arthur could be.

Some quiet and peaceful place, where he could think without being bothered.

But then, it was place, where the old Arthur would go. Ariadne didn't know if this strange, new Arthur would react the same way.

Nevertheless, she had to try.

Eames stood frozen in kitchen's door frame for a couple of minutes unsuccessfully trying to regain control of his own body.

"Lovely.", he said aloud. "Just fucking lovely."

He caught himself on checking if there is any sign of blood on all this knifes. Luckily there wasn't, but then, did it mean anything?

Eames forced down the feeling of panic raising in his chest. No matter who arranged all this knifes (Arthur), no matter why (because he's crazy), both Ariadne and Arthur just had to be safe (or maybe not, maybe he killed her, maybe he killed himself).

Eames shook his head. There was one thing he had to do: find her. Find him. Find both of them.

No matter how hard it would be.

Fuck.

Park didn't change much since last time Arthur and Ariadne were walking its paths. There were less leafs on trees and they were more colorful, but the whole place was still quiet and peaceful with a couple of benches standing here and there. One of them was occupied by familiarly looking person.

"Arthur!", Ariadne shrieked hysterically forced her tired body to another run.

"Arthur.", she repeated gentler when she reached the bench. "Why did you leave?"

Arthur raised his head. For a while he looked at her blindly, his eyes distant and strange. Then he focused on herself, but the look in his eyes still horrified Ariadne.

"Ariadne.", he answered finally. "You found me."

"Of course I found you.", she said slowly. "I love, I'll always find you.", she added, desperately wanting him not to be so cold and distant.

Something flickered deep in his dark eyes. He put his own, much bigger hand, on her and squeezed it gently.

"I know, Ari. I know.", he answered with confidence.

For a second Ariadne was sure that if she closed her eyes she would feel the same happiness she felt before. But she couldn't do it. Because there were knifes laying all over kitchen's table. Because there was still this strange look in Arthur's eyes. Because his hands was way too cold for this weather.

"How long have you been sitting here?", she asked trying to sound unbothered.

"Honestly, I don't know. Lastly time seems to gained some new rules, which I can't completely understand."

Ariadne sat slowly beside him. She was scared and full of hope in the same time. Words he said didn't prove him as sane man, but still it was the most coherent thing she heard from him for a couple of days.

"Arthur…", she began hesitantly. "Why is it so bad?"

He was silent so long, that Ariadne started to think that he didn't understand her question.

When he finally spoke his voice was bitter and filled with uncertainty.

"It doesn't look so bad, does it? I mean, I'm still with you. If you're nothing more than my projection it should be even better. In that case I would be sure that you never leave me. But the problem is…", he stopped for a moment and looked in her eyes. He looked so lost and vulnerable like never before. Ariadne opened her mouth, but he shook his head.

"The problem is", he continued, "that I don't want your projection. I want you for real. I want the whole world for real and sometimes, when you're close to me I'm almost sure that I have exactly what I want. Then you disappear, just for a minute and I don't know any longer. I want to be with you all the time, but I hate to be so dependable. I hate this need, it has nothing to do with love. It makes me hate you, Ariadne!", his voice cracked and for a moment Ariadne vaguely thought that he would start crying.

"Ari, please, save me.", he whispered and Ariadne stated with astonishment that her world still could shatter more.

She was completely numb, when she embraced him and answered quietly directly into his ear.

"I will, Arthur. I will."