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"I appreciate you helping me, but you didn't have to." Ariadne kissed Arthur before turning her attention to the lock on her apartment door.

"I know, but I wanted to." He smiled shifting the bag in his arms.

"You're a sweetheart. I don't care what Eames says about you." She giggled as she finally found her key and unlocked the door.

"What does he say? Wait. I don't want to know." He shook his head. He could only imagine.

"You can set the bag there. Thanks." She smiled as pulled her suitcase to her room.

"Alright. I'll get the box from the lobby." He called over his shoulder as he walked out.

The beer bottle on the counter caught Ariadne's eye. "Bri?" She called, knowing her roommate was somewhere.

"Ariadne! You're back." A purple-headed Bri popped out of the other bedroom and hugged her.

"Uh, your hair is purple." She was surprised not that it was a different color, but because it was purple. Bri hated purple.

"Yeah. It was supposed to be blue. But apparently red hair plus blue Kool-Aid equals purple. Who knew?" She shrugged.

"I would have thought you would know since art is your 'thing'." Ariadne tried not to laugh at her friend.

"Photography. Not paint." She shook her finger at Ariadne. "So how was your summer?" She changed topics.

"Busy." She didn't want to go into details. "Yours?"

"I ended up going home for two weeks, but I've been here since then. I've been working on my final portfolio. What have you done this summer?" She plopped down on the couch.

"Here's the box." Arthur walked in before Ariadne could answer.

"Say no more." Bri grinned.

Ariadne blushed. "Bri, this is Arthur. Arthur, this is my roommate Bri."

"Very nice to meet you." She grinned.

"You too." He glanced at Ariadne.

"Oh. The kitchen!" Bri jumped up and walked to the fridge.

"Why does she remind me of Eames?" Arthur whispered to Ariadne.

"I think they were separated at birth." Ariadne mumbled.

"I took the liberty of throwing out the food you left in here and I rearranged the shelves." She said with her head in the fridge. "And I adjusted the tape."

"She's a little OCD." Ariadne whispered. "And has boundary issues." She gestured to the colored tape on the floor.

"I'd say so." Arthur looked closely at the floor and realized the color coordinated tape was in relation to 'Bri's space' and 'Ari's space'. He looked at Ariadne.

She shrugged. "And you wonder why I don't talk about her." She said a little too loudly.

"I feel so much better." Bri stood up and looked at Ariadne. "I don't talk about you either." She started laughing.

"Do you two get along?" Arthur couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah. We just like our space." Bri threw the beer bottle in the trash.

"She likes her space. I'm not the one with boundary issues." Ariadne corrected her.

"This is true. I'm going out tonight. Are you good here?" Bri asked and glanced at Arthur.

"Yeah I'm good." She blushed. "Just don't bring anyone home."

"Now who has boundary issues?" Bri grabbed her sweater and walked out the door.

Ariadne shut the door and rolled her eyes.

"You didn't tell me you lived with your own personal Eames." Arthur smirked.

"When we were working here I called him Bri one day." Ariadne giggled. "I don't think he heard me though." She walked over to where he was leaning against the wall staring out the window, and wondering if he had heard her.

"Depends on if he was paying attention." He turned and smiled at her.

She smiled and asked the dreaded question. "When do you have to leave?"

"When do you want me to?" He teased.

"Arthur. That's not funny." She walked to her room to unpack.

"I know. I'm sorry." He followed her to her room. "Eames and I are supposed to meet up in Toronto at the end of the week."

"Alright." She kept her back to him.

"Which means I could probably be two days late and he would never know it." He turned her around to face him, smiling at her.

She rolled her eyes.

"You know that's funny." He smirked.

She tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it. "Arthur I love you. You make me laugh even when I don't want to."

Daphne was awake and couldn't sleep. "When do you have to meet Arthur?" She asked Eames.

He groaned and rolled over. "I don't remember. He said something about Toronto and the end of the week."

"Well you know that whatever day you plan on being there Arthur will have been there for at least two days." She chuckled.

"So does that mean I should be two days early or two days late?" He kissed her wishing he didn't have to leave at all.

"I'd go for two days late." She snuggled closer to him.

"That would work for me, but Arthur would probably kill me." He tangled his fingers in her hair. "And then what would you do without me?" He pouted.

"Hmm. You might be right, but Arthur wouldn't hurt me. Therefore, Arthur wouldn't hurt you. Too badly…" She giggled. "I love you Nick."

"I love you too Daphne. Maybe more than you know." He stroked her cheek.

Her eyes filled with tears. She realized how much he loved her and how horrible she was for being careless about it. "Nick. I'm so sorry." She hugged him. "I know I've been horrible to you, and I've sent you mixed signals, and I'm sorry." She cried.

"Daphne." He whispered in her ear. "I love you darling. Nothing will ever change that." Nothing could change it. He loved her too much.

Arthur got dressed quietly and packed his bag. He wanted to her sleep for as long as he could. "Ariadne?" He kissed her forehead.

"Don't wake me up yet. You can't leave until I wake up." She murmured.

"Ari." He shook his head. "Would you really make me miss my flight?"

"No, but I'd think about it." She sat up and hugged him. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." He kissed her. "But I'll see you in a month. I promise." He stood up.

"I love you." She crawled out of bed and hugged him again. "Be careful."

"I will. I love you too." He kissed her nose and picked up his bag. "Keep Bri in line." He smirked.

"I'll try." She rolled her eyes following him out of her room.

"Morning love birds." Bri sat at the counter reading the paper and drinking a beer. "Want a beer?"

"I've got to catch my flight, but thanks." Arthur tried not to laugh. "Bye Ari." He winked at her.

"Bye." She smiled at Arthur, and then looked at Bri. "I think I'm going back to bed. It's eight in the morning. Why are you drinking?" She raised an eyebrow at her roommate.

"Never too early to start." Bri laughed.

"Just like Eames." She muttered.

So I know this was kinda short, but I was trying to get another chapter in. Let me know what you thought. Thanks!

P.S. I'll be on hiatus for a month 'cause I'll be working on my NaNoWriMo project. Wish me luck! :)