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From the first ring of his mobile phone Dominic Cobb was sure that something had to be wrong. His suspicion was proved when he answered the call.

"Well, hi Dom. It's Ariadne."

Cobb closed his eyes. It had been two years since he last spoke with her, a short talk on airport in L.A. He'd never tried to keep in touch and so did her. This sudden call couldn't mean anything good.

"Hello, Ariadne.", Cobb answered hesitantly. "It's good to hear you, but how did you get this number?"

Ariadne was silent for a moment and Dom immediately saw the picture of her in front of his eyes. Ariadne, her eyes flashing angrily. Ariadne looking at him, before her jump from the skyscraper in Limbo. "Don't lose yourself", she said. Dom gulped, feeling suddenly a wave of guilt.

"Ariadne, listen…", he started.

"It's about Arthur.", she suddenly spoke.

Cobb frozen.

"Arthur?", he asked weakly, somewhere deep in his heart hoping that he misunderstood Ariadne's words.

"He… He's lost, they kidnapped him and he lost his totem and he doesn't know, he can't say the difference and…", Ariadne stopped herself and took a shuddering breath.

"Ariadne. Ariadne, just tell me where you live exactly, ok? I'll be there as soon as I can.", Cobb tried to sound calmly and reassuring.

"Oh. Oh, ok.", Ariadne answered weakly.

When the talk ended all what Cobb was able to do was sitting on the chair and burring his face on hand.

History repeated itself.

Eames stood staring through window at huge traffic jam. It was like incarnate chaos: drivers were trumpeting and shouting at each other, bad emotions just flying in the heavy city air.

It was also a perfect reflection of Eames's mood. He wanted to punch somebody and yell until he would lost all his force. He couldn't sleep entire night, the picture of Ariadne always in the inner side of his eyelid.

But not only Ariadne. There was also a picture of Arthur.

Arthur disheveled, Arthur lost and vulnerable.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!", he repeated this word many times through this night and morning. Almost as many as he checked on his totem. The result was always the same and Eames started to wonder if wouldn't be better to live in a dream.

When you're dreaming you don't have to look at rules, do you? You can take whatever you want without looking at old friend in need…

It was a door bell, what thrown Eames out of his reflection. Something flipped in his chest and small voice in his head whispered softly: "It can be Ariadne.", when he rushed to open the door.

But it wasn't Ariadne.

It was Cobb.

Ariadne felt Arthur's eyes on her back. It made her slightly uneasy, no matter how hard she tried to persuade herself that he didn't mean it.

"It makes me hate you, Ariadne!"

Those words were printed on the inner of her eyelids. She couldn't forget neither them, nor the look in Arthur's eyes when he said them. The look of genuine sorrow.

She turned and glanced at Arthur. He was sitting behind kitchen table, slicing carrots. His movements were certain and accurate, like they'd been before all this nightmare happened. Ariadne felt that the knit in her stomach slightly loosened. She gently put her own her on his and entwined her fingers with his. He raised his head and looked up at her, his eyes clean and happy.

"Are you happy?", Arthur asked suddenly.

Ariadne closed her eyes (it makes me hate, Ariadne. Hate you). She lifted her head and gently kissed him on the temple.

"Stay like this, will you?", she answered with question. "Stay like this and there'll be nothing, which would make me sad."

Arthur traced delicately his fingers along her lips.

"I'll do my best.", he promised.

And this time Ariadne let herself think that maybe, maybe everything would be fine.

"What are you doing here?", Eames voice was filled with curiosity.

"It was you, who suggested Ariadne call, wasn't you?", Cobb brushed along Eames and entered room. Eames stayed close to the door and measured him with his eyes.

"Well, it was me.", he drawled. "But you should be with Ariadne…", he hesitated for a second and then continued smoothly "and Arthur, not here."

Dom shook his head. "Look, Eames. Ariadne was slightly hysterical when she called me. I need to know something more specific."

"You came here for specificity?", Eames laughed bitterly. "Really, you should know better than that."

"Eames, what are you doing? It was your idea to call me and now you're acting like you're betrayed!"

"Well, definitely we can considering betrayal here. But I'm suggesting you to find the real victim of that."

Cobb's eyes flashed with anger when he crossed the room in few quick steps and faced Eames.

"You think that I betrayed Arthur? So why did you tell Ariadne to call me?"

Eames shrugged. "She can't pick up the pieces, so do I. You… Well, you seemed to be the only solution."

Dom turned back and stepped to window. He made a long pause before speaking again and when he did, his voice was quiet.

"You right. I did."

"You did? You did what?"

"I betrayed Arthur."

That made Eames slightly speechless. He came to window and stood beside Cobb.

"Yeah, I guess you did."

They stayed looking out through the window at city below them for a long time.