So first of all, thanks so much for the reviews! :)

Secondly, Happy New Year everybody! :)

Third, I don't own Inception.

Fourth, here is chapter 2 and Arthur's distraction...

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Arthur drove to a hospital outside of LA. They walked inside and he told the receptionist that he was there to visit Daphne Livingston. She told him the doctor would be down in a few minutes. Arthur nodded as he and Ariadne sat down in the waiting room. Ariadne wanted to ask who Daphne was, but didn't know how. She knew if Arthur said Daphne was his wife she was going to be sick.

"Daphne is my sister." Arthur broke the silence.

Ariadne didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say, but she was definitely relieved.

"She was our architect before Nash. I know I am biased, but she was really good. The job was supposed to be a basic extraction. In and out. No big deal. Dom and I got the information. Daphne insisted on going in with us. She hadn't been in very much, and I wanted her to sit it out. Dom said it would be fine. We sent her with Eames. He was supposed to watch out for her and make sure nothing happened to her. I don't know exactly what happened. Somehow the dreamer's subconscious found us. We barely made it out. Eames woke up and Daphne didn't. She got lost in limbo. It seemed like it took Dom hours to get her out. By the time he pulled her out she had lived an entire lifetime in limbo. Her sense of reality was completely warped. Her memory was gone. She looked like a lost child." He sighed. He seemed relieved to tell her."

"Arthur that's horrible. I'm so sorry!" Ariadne whispered. The gravity of their work sunk in. They were lucky to get out alive. "How is she doing?"

"Physically, she's fine. She doesn't remember much of anything – as far as I can tell. She recognizes me when she sees me, but she doesn't remember that I'm her brother." He shrugged.

"What about your parents?" She asked.

"My parents." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Remember the other morning when I woke you up? I was on the phone with them. They haven't been to see her, and they don't understand what happened."

"What do you mean? What's not to understand?" She asked.

"They don't know about extraction. They don't know what Daphne and I do." He rubbed his face with his hands.

"So what do they think happened to her?"

"I told them she was mugged. She was walking out to her car after work, and…" He shrugged. "I mean, what else could I tell them? They are so pissed at me. They told me to look after her and I failed them." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"There's nothing you could have done Arthur." Ariadne touched his arm.

"I should have never trusted Eames. Ever. That's what I could have done." He grumbled.

"Hi." Arthur smiled as they walked into Daphne's room.

"Hey!" She grinned and hugged him. She saw Ariadne and smiled. "Hi. If I knew you before, I don't recognize you. I don't remember my name. They call me Jane Doe." She shrugged.

"I'm…" Ariadne began.

"Don't tell me. I want to remember on my own!" Daphne exclaimed.

"It's okay. You didn't know her before. Her name is Ariadne." Arthur smiled.

"Oh. I'm sorry. It's nice to meet you." Daphne smiled.

"You too." Ariadne smiled.

"If he didn't tell you – they think I'm crazy." Daphne rolled her eyes.

Ariadne giggled.

"I don't think you are crazy." Arthur rolled his eyes.

"I know you don't, but the hospital does. I can't remember my own name. I wish you could just tell me what happened, but I know you can't." She smiled bleakly.

"I wish I could too." His phone rang. "I have to take this. Show Ari your sketches." He smiled and walked out.

"Do you draw Ariadne?" Daphne asked as she pulled out her sketchbook.

"Yes. You do too?"

"Yes. It helps me pass the time. Nick and Arthur are the only people who visit me." She flipped through pages in her sketchbook. "See? I have these flashes; old memories. This is before Nick and Arthur hated each other."

Daphne had drawn a picture of Nick and Arthur standing next to each other.

"This is incredible." Ariadne mused at both the sketch and the fact that she recognized both men in the sketch.

"Arthur doesn't think I remember him." Daphne seemed sad.

"You haven't told him?" Ariadne was surprised. Daphne did remember Arthur.

"No. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm here. This is the last thing I remember." She pulled a box out from under her bed. "I have to hide it because if Arthur saw it he would freak." She held out the page. It explained so much to Ariadne. Nick had his arms around Daphne and they were kissing. She had one hand on his cheek and the other was tangled in his hair. "After that moment I just remember being alone for a long time. I don't know what happened. I think it was Nick's fault."

"Why do you think that?" Ariadne felt sorry for her.

"The look in his eyes. His eyes are full of regret, and sadness. He hasn't seen this sketch either." She put the page away and absently flipped through her sketchbook. "I heard some of the nurses talking a few weeks ago. They said I was mugged, but I don't think I was." She said quietly.

"Sorry about that." Arthur walked back in and sat down.

"Not a problem Arthur." Daphne said. She didn't realize what she said. – His name.

His mouth dropped open. "You said my name!" He gasped.

"I did, didn't I? I was almost sure it was your name, but I didn't want to be wrong. Then I realized that you're my brother and you wouldn't care if I got your name wrong or not." She smiled.

Arthur grinned. "I wouldn't care what you called me as long as you remembered me!" He hugged her.

"I do remember you." She grinned. All of a sudden memories came flooding back – as if acknowledging Arthur was the hurdle she had to jump to get her memory back. She started flipping through pages again. "These make sense now. That was you and me – the last time we went to Grandmother's house." She showed him the sketch.

"Yes it was." He smiled.

"I should probably tell you that Nick has been to see me too." She admitted, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

"I would be just fine not knowing that." Arthur sighed.

"You hate him because of what happened to me. Don't you?" Daphne looked sad.

"What makes you say that?" Arthur's tone softened.

"He's been to see me a few times, and every time his eyes look so sad and so full of regret. You two used to be friends. See?" She held up the sketch of Arthur and Nick.

The look on Arthur's face confirmed it. He sighed, but didn't say anything.

"I'm alright Arthur." She smiled at him. "Eventually I'll remember everything, and I'll be back to normal." She hugged him.

"I know." Arthur kissed her forehead.

Arthur and Ariadne rode the elevator up to their rooms.

"Thank you." Arthur kissed her cheek.

"You're welcome." She smiled, and realized she was blushing.

Ariadne walked into her room and changed into a tank top and pajama pants. She plopped down on her bed to read a book when Arthur knocked on the door.

"Ariadne?" He called.

"Yeah?" She answered as she walked to the door.

"Do you mind if I come in?" He smirked.

"Sure." She opened the door. "What's up?"

"You changed." He noted.

"Uh, yeah." She blushed. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." He said absently as he walked in the room. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Arthur. You just saw me five minutes ago." She crossed her arms.

"I know." He shut the door behind him.

"Arthur. You're scaring me." She whispered.

"I'm sorry." He put his hands on her shoulders.

She shivered at his touch.

"My room was ransacked." He said calmly.

"What?" She shrieked.

"Check your shower, closet and under your bed." He said walking around.

"I did already." She rolled her eyes and smirked.

"And you call me paranoid." He teased.

"Well…" She shrugged.

They both looked at the door when they heard someone trying to pick the lock.

"Arthur…" She looked at him. "What do we do?"

"Just go along." He whispered, and pulled her close.

She gasped when his lips crashed against hers. His touch sent shivers through her body. She tried to maintain some sense of cognitive thought as they fell on the bed. Arthur's arms were wrapped around her and his hands rested on her hips. His fingers brushed against her bare skin between the tank top and her pants. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her fingers were tangled in his hair. She was trying to concentrate on the kiss, but her head felt fuzzy and heavy. The sensation became more intense when Arthur's tongue met hers. Apparently he was going for the full effect.

"Oi! You two?" It was Eames.

Arthur and Ariadne untangled themselves and glared at him.

"I picked the lock one whole minute ago." He seemed very proud of himself. "I don't know what the two of you were trying to prove, but it was very convincing." He grinned.

Ariadne's face turned bright red from embarrassment.

Arthur jumped up. "Eames! What are you doing here?"

"You could have knocked." Ariadne crossed her arms.

"In hindsight I guess I could have, but letting myself in was so much more fun. I got to be privy to this little scene of yours." He smirked.

"We didn't know who was coming through the door so it was a… distraction." Arthur said firmly.

"A distraction?" Eames chuckled. "Distraction my Aunt Fanny."

Arthur ignored him. "Did you ransack my room?" He glared.

"Define 'ransack' for me Arthur darling. You know I don't use big words." Eames sighed dramatically.

"Plunder?" Arthur looked at him.

Eames stared blankly.

"Oh my word. Again?" Arthur rolled his eyes as if 'specificity' wasn't bad enough. "Have you been in my room? Did you search through my room?"

"Oh. Yes I did." Eames admitted shamelessly as he sat down in a chair.

"I thought someone had broken in and was after us." Arthur was relieved, but still irritated at Eames.

"It was just me, and it was mostly just to irritate you. Of course when I broke into Ari's room I didn't expect to see the two of you tangled together on her bed." He grinned.

"Well, when I went to see my sister today I didn't expect her to tell me that you have been visiting her." Arthur countered.

Eames' smile disappeared.

"It doesn't really bother me that you visit her. What really bothers me is that she remembered you before she remembered me." Arthur was angry.

Eames knew he had to tread carefully. "Arthur." He said quietly. "She remembered you. She always did. The first time I went to see her she asked for you. She said she wanted to see her brother. That was before the Fischer job."

"Why did you visit her in the first place?" Arthur felt better knowing that Daphne remembered him before Eames. That is, if Eames was even telling the truth.

"I felt guilty about what happened. It was my fault Arthur. I promised you I would get her out in one piece, and I didn't." He rubbed his face with his hands. "I'm sorry Arthur."

"What happened?"

"Now isn't the time to talk about it." Eames said. He knew Arthur was still angry, and telling him exactly what happened would infuriate him.

"And when exactly would be the time to talk about it?" Arthur crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I suppose you have a point." Eames shrugged.

"Eames." Ariadne warned. She didn't know what happened, but she didn't think he should tell Arthur now.

What did you think? I went with sister and memory loss. Too far fetched? Eh, I don't know. What exactly happened? Eames is making me wait until chapter 3... Which is why this chapter is shorter. I wanted to include it, but he stomped his foot and pouted like a child... :)

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