A/N: Hey, that's me again, now officially 21 years old (yesterday was my birthday;p). As always: thanks for reviewing! Here's next to last chapter. This time with Dreams, because there can't be a proper Inception fic, without Dreaming:)

When Ariadne saw Arthur and Eames talking something inside her almost broke. She felt guilty, but last time this guilt was no longer so overwhelming. In fact, this constant fear of Arthur was so exhausting that left no much space for anything else. Yet, when she saw them both talking, everything she could do was panic run.

She was so afraid that Eames'd tell something or maybe Arthur'd guess something and all her hope that everything would be fine once again, would just vanish.

She was scared to death when Arthur returned; she didn't want to face him, so faked that she fall asleep. He covered her with warmth blanket and then sat in his armchair, obviously unknowing of her betray.

Even so working this day was extremely hard. When she finally stepped out from office all she wanted to do was curling on the bed and crying until there would be no more tears.

As always she met some obstacles on her way.

"Hello, love.", familiar voice with this characteristic accent greeted her.

"Eames!", Ariadne almost screamed. "You…"

"Shhh, sweetheart.", Eames smiled. "I know you want to talk with me, but first go somewhere where is a little warmer, ok?"

Ariadne hesitated. She couldn't place all her feelings, everything was so messed up.

"Oh, come on. We can't stay forever, I'm freezing.", Eames was impatient and gently shoved her to the right. "This way."

Ariadne obeyed. After all, she desperately needed to talk with Eames.

"That's here.", Eames announced when they reached small building with extremely squalid doors. He opened them with bunch of keys and gestured Ariadne to go in. As soon as she did that, she frozen.

In front of her opened a huge space, empty besides three chairs and small table.

On table laid PASIV.

Ariadne gasped loudly. "It's…", she didn't finish.

"Yeah, it's a place to work.", Eames answered unfinished question. "Frankly, Arthur would kill me if he could see you here."

Ariadne glanced at him, bewildered. "That's the reason you were talking.", she guessed. "But I can't see…"

"He don't want you as Architect.", Eames interrupted once more, leaving Ariadne open-mouthed. "But personally I want to work with you. It's your decision."

"Oh.", Ariadne managed weakly and sat on one of the chairs, having some strange sense of déjà vu. "Why…"

"Ariadne. We can talk in Dream as comfortable as here.", Eames said.

"Oh.", Ariadne repeated. "I guess…"

"So shall we?", Eames smiled and gave her the needle.

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Ariadne stood for a while with her eyes closed, feeling warmth of the sun on her face. She was the dreamer, so she already knew what she'd see. Yet, she delayed the moment of actually seeing the world she created. It was always special for her, no matter how many times she did it.

This time it was even more special.

She could hear Eames's step, when he approached her.

"That's really something", he said, the hint of admiration clear in his voice. Ariadne smiled. She didn't realize before how much she really missed all of this.

How much she missed pure creation.

She finally opened her eyes. Below the hill, they were standing on, a city had find its place. Ariadne knew that it needed much more work, but from this distanced it looked perfect.

And was entirely her.

"Why did you let me be the dreamer?", she asked Eames eyeing his projections standing behind him, obviously admiring the beautiful view.

Eames shrugged. "You're the Architect and I know you missed it. Everybody did."

"But your subconscious? It's trained, isn't it?"

Eames smiled and leaned on barrier. "Be nice and nothing will happen."

Ariadne stood silent for a second. All question she wanted to ask him suddenly faded away, unimportant.

"Arthur never let me the dreamer.", she said quietly. "When we're dreaming together."

Eames looked at surprised. "Really? I thought he used to teach you before we performed Inception.", he observed.

"Yeah, he did. But only a theory; he was always created the world, which my subconscious populated with its projection. He said that his own is too dangerous for me."

Eames frowned. "Well, Arthur's subconscious isn't a nice one.", he admitted. "It's… it's a little twisted."

"You were there?", this time it was Ariadne's turn to be surprised.

Eames laughed. "Yes, I was. Pretty short time, to be honest."

"Why did you give Arthur this offer?", Ariadne asked finally.

"Well…", Eames hesitated. "So I made some observations…"

"You mean you spied on us!", Ariadne interrupted.

Eames looked offended. "Really, there's no need for such words. Anyway, then I got this job offer and after making some research I found out that I want to work with you and Arthur."

"Just like that?", Ariadne voice clearly showed her doubts.

"Just like that.", Eames smiled and breathed deeply. "I have no idea how you make this amazing atmosphere."

"Don't change topic, Eames.", Ariadne warned seriously. "What if…"

For a next time this day Eames finished her question for her. "If Arthur would break during job? He won't. He won't.", he repeated seeing look on her face. "I saw him working in extremes and he never let down. It's almost like there was more than one Arthur. The one from private life sometimes shows his weakness and definitely shows his feelings. The job-Arthur… Well, he'll just do it."

Ariadne nodded; she knew how true Eames's words were, she noticed it by herself before.

"Ariadne just let him. And think about yourself, too."

It was the last thing she heard before the Dream collapsed.