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The simplest thing you can do, when you want to find someone is calling him. The only problem is when this person leaves her mobile phone laying on desk.
Eames sighted heavily. He was sure that they can't be too far; as far as he knew Arthur was still too sick to even coming out for shopping. With that in his mind he stepped out of house and locked the door.
He stopped for a moment within gate to take a look around. Of course, they could be everywhere, but Eames always had good luck in almost everything.
And it seemed that it didn't change.
They were still far. Form this distance they looked like normal young couple. A slim, dark-haired woman with colorful scarf around her neck and tall man in dark suit nestling to each other during an evening walk. But every step they made showed Eames more signs, that ruined this picture of pure idyll.
They weren't nestling, not really. In fact, Arthur was clutched desperately onto Ariadne, whose tried to help him walk.
There were neither smiles on their faces, nor love shinning in their eyes. There was sadness. Resignation. Fear. Uncertainty.
I knew, I'm doing the stupidest thing in my whole life, crossed Eames's mind, when he met them half-way.
"Ariadne, Arthur.", he drawled, trying to sound as nonchalantly as always. "Enjoying this beautiful weather?", he asked scrutinizing both of them.
Arthur looked… Well, definitely better than the last time Eames saw him. It wasn't strange considering that last time Eames saw him Arthur was laying on concrete floor in pool of his own blood. But now he definitely didn't look healthy: his eyes was too bright and breath too rapid and harsh. Even though he smiled weakly.
"Eames. I suppose you wouldn't appear in my dream."
"That would be a shame, darling. My person tends to make dreams much more… interesting.", Eames answered and gently put his arm on Arthur's back. "Shall we go in? I'd love to drink some tea."
He opened the door, ignoring Ariadne's curse under her breath and leaded Arthur on the couch in living room.
"I'll… I'll make something to drink.", he heard Ariadne's spoken. "Eames, would you give me a hand?"
He looked once more on Arthur, who was already crumpled on the couch and answered.
"Sure, sure I'll do."
The whole room weaved slightly in front of Arthur's eyes. He felt a little dizzy and terribly exhausted. Any other time he would be horrified by his lack of physical strength, but right now it didn't matter.
All what mattered was a tiny shade of hope in his heart.
Everything will be normal.
Just him and Ariadne being happy again.
Eames found Ariadne standing motionless in the center of the kitchen. She was definitely on the edge of breaking, but when she spoke her voice was calm.
"We need to tidy it up.", she said gesturing on knifes.
"I'll do it.", Eames offered quickly. "Just tell me where put them."
"There and…", she turned rapidly to face Eames. "I made a promise. I made a promise, I can't break, I don't want to break, I…", she finally started crying, tears streaking down on her cheeks.
Eames embraced her and she burrowed her face in his arm.
"Shh.", he whispered softly into her ear. "You're clever girl, you can fulfill all the promises in the world."
She tensed rapidly and moved away from him.
"Eames, you don't understand! Arthur asked me to help him and I promised him that I will!", she sounded so broken that Eames couldn't help feeling a dislike towards Arthur. He gently put his arm around her and when she didn't move away embraced her once more. She was tensed, her bony features so tiny against his own body.
"I do understand, Ariadne. I do.", he answered calmly, his tone reassuring. It made Ariadne suddenly more relaxed, than she had been since Arthur's being kidnapped. For a second she felt safe again and she wrapped unconsciously her hands around Eames's neck.
Like in Arthur's arms, crossed her mind. On this thought she shivered and stood back from Eames.
"I'll check on Arthur.", she said dryly without turning back and left kitchen.
After leaving kitchen Ariadne stood with her forehead leaned against the cold of window pane. She needed to clean her mind, to throw away all this unsuspected feeling. Being in Eames arms wasn't a right thing to do. But it felt right.
She clenched her fist until she felt her nails digging into skin. She wanted to scream, to throw things, to destroy something beautiful.
But she couldn't.
When she entered living room there was a smile on her face.