A/N: Your responses are literally make mi sing:) Really, I've never expected to have more than 20 reviews! Especially after rather hard beginnings…

Well, I hope you won't kill for what's happening in this chapter;)

Eames laid still, trying not to touch the body curled beside him. He knew that the lightest brush could end abysmally; the urge to touch Ariadne, to kiss her was almost overwhelming. Ariadne stirred slightly and Eames could feel for a moment the warmth her body radiated. He clenched his jaw, desperately trying to fell asleep, but he already knew that his lost this battle.

He gently put his fingers on Ariadne cheek. Her eyes flutter and snapped open.

"Eames?", she said disoriented. "What's happening?"

He didn't answer, just gently kissed her. Suddenly he felt Ariadne's response; her kiss was filled with despair, he could taste the bitterness of her tears on his lips, but it was kiss nevertheless.

"Don't say anything.", she whispered in urgent tone. "Don't say anything and make love to me, please."

He knew it was wrong.

He knew that they would regret it.

But he obeyed.

When he heard Ariadne's groan and felt her slim body behind him he knew that he could never let this chance go away.

Opening his eyes Eames already knew that he's alone in the bed.

In fact he was happy about it. Being with Ariadne was wonderful, almost breathtaking, but still…

There was Arthur.

Eames already knew that he would repeat himself that Arthur hurt Ariadne, that he brought her to cry and Ariadne actually wanted all of this what happened. And no matter how many times Eames would tell that to himself, he'd always feel guilt.

Because Arthur wasn't actually Arthur. Using his weakness against him was simply saying wrong.

Eames shook his head trying helplessly to clear his mind of this thoughts. He knew that Ariadne had to be in much more worse state than himself; he needed to be the strong one, without doubts.

He stood up, hoping he'd find proper words before he would face Ariadne.

Cobb awaked rapidly, feeling that he'd slip from chair within seconds. He looked around him, trying to pick up the pieces and figure out where he's exactly. It was until later when everything occurred to him, for a moment making him want to be everywhere in the world, but here. He stood up with load groan, try to clear his mind and regain feelings in his numb limbs.

"You slept here?"

Cobb turned rapidly. In kitchen's door stood Arthur.

Dom was amazed by the change in Arthur's appearance. The lost and broken man from yesterday disappeared miraculously; in front of Cobb stood his verified and trusted Point Man, impeccable as always.

"Want something to eat?", Arthur asked casually, as he didn't notice Dom's piercing gaze.

"Yeah.", Cobb answered shortly, still observing Arthur carefully. He was sure that Arthur managed to wear his normal mask, but behind it he was still no more than bundle of nerves.

Very fast he found out that he wasn't wrong at all; Arthur's hand trembled violently, while he took a knife, which ended on floor. Arthur stayed motionless, but Cobb could heard his rapid and uneven breath.

"Why do you pretend?", he demanded angrily. "Don't you see it doesn't make any sense?"

Suddenly he found out that Arthur didn't lose his impossible reflex. Before he had even a chance to understand what's happening, he was leaning to the wall and looking into dark eyes of Arthur, now flashing with fury.

"Why am I pretending?", he asked crossly. "You really want to know?". He released Dom and sat heavily on chair.

"You always needed me as your Point Man. Eames needed me as Point Man. Even Ariadne fell in love in love with Point Man."

Cobb narrowed his eyes. "You're unfair right now.", he said decidedly.

"I don't think so.", Arthur shrugged his arms. "She fell in love with him and it will be him, who she'll get."

"And that's your plan? Pretend the rest of your life that everything is fine?", Cobb couldn't believe his own ears.

Arthur finally looked at him, his lips twisted in some strange parody of smile.

"No.", he shook his head. "My plan is to actually believe that everything is fine."

He found her in the kitchen. She sat curled on the chair with her arms around knees; she didn't turn up to look at him, just sat there motionless, looking through window.

"Ariadne?", Eames asked gently. She shuddered. Suddenly Eames knew what is going to happen next and it made him angry.

"Ariadne, you can't just throw away it and forget.", he said narrowing his eyes.

Ariadne finally looked at him and bitted her lips.

"I… We. We have to and we will."

"Oh, really?", Eames leaned to her and caught her eyes with his own gaze. "So why are you so afraid? If it was nothing…"

He saw tears forming in her eyes and felt a wave of guilt; but words were spoken, he couldn't withdraw them.

"Please, Eames don't make it worse.", her voice was pleading, which only made Eames feel worse.

"Ariadne. I know, I'm sorry.", he said quietly. "I guess, we just need to live through this shit right now."

Ariadne closed her eyes, causing a single teardrop flown her cheek. Eames forced himself to stay calm and not wipe off it with his finger.

"Will you drive me home?", she asked quietly, opening her eyes. Eames could feel that something inside him thorn apart at this words.

He nodded slowly.

"Sure, darling."