Ok hi! I forgot to put a paragraph before my first chapter, and I almost forgot the part about inception not belonging to me. So I put it in my title. Anyway, I promise this chapter will be a lot longer! And this is rated T for language. Thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer- Inception DOES NOT belong to me. I'm not that smart. It belongs to that brilliant guy named Christopher Nolan.

Ariadne woke to the sound of beeping. Groaning, she looked over at her alarm clock. 7:30. She had overslept by an hour. How had she not heard the alarm? Probably because she had only gotten to sleep at 1 in the morning. She had stayed up until 11:30 doing her paper for professor Miles, and after that….she had been afraid to sleep. Like every day for the past six months, she had been afraid to dream. Therefore, she had lain awake in bed, sweating, pinching herself every time her eyes started to close. But she couldn't keep it up. Eventually, her eyes did close- and stayed close, for 6 and a half, surprisingly dreamless hours.

As she hurriedly dressed, she contemplated this. She wasn't superstitious, but now, she saw the dream-free night as a bad sign. It had been the first night for six months she had not dreamed. And while it had been nice not being haunted by flashing images, it also worried her. What did it mean? What did the whole damn thing mean?

Ariadne quickly brushed her teeth and brushed her hair. She grabbed her book bag and stuffed her essay into it. Then, she opened the door, closed and locked it, and ran down the stairs. She opened the back door to get to her motor scooter and saw... a very familiar, suit-clad, man with slicked-backed hair leaning against her light blue scooter. Arthur. Ariadne felt a surge of joy, and then, slowly, a cold fury spread pervaded through her, a fury she wasn't aware she was capable of. Suddenly, she wanted to hit something. Or somebody. The man lounging in front of her seemed like a good option.

"Hello, Ariadne."

She decided the best thing was to ignore him. She made to move past him and get on her scooter, but one of his arms shot out and stopped her in her tracks.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked calmly.

"Excuse me, but I'm late for class." She snapped.

He did not relax his grip on her arm.

"What's up with up with you?"

Ariadne snorted. "Is that a, why are you being a bitch, what's up with you? Or a, how's the last six months of your life been, what's up with you?"

Arthur didn't bat an eye. He did not show a sign of pity or sympathy for her suffering. Instead, he said nonchalantly, "The first one, please. I don't think you're this mad because you're late for your class."

Ariadne stared at him incredulously. Then she shook her head. "God, guys are REALLY stupid." She huffed. "To answer your question? I'm furious because you're here. If you had come, oh, I don't know, FIVE MONTHS AGO, maybe I'd actually be glad to see you. But right now? I don't give a damn!" she spit out.

He remained unaffected.

"Hmm. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Wow, really? Because by the tone of your voice, it seems you don't really mean that. I guess you haven't changed much. Same old detached, unimaginative, stupid Arthur!" She knew she should lower her voice, that they were starting to attract stares. But she had never been so angry in her life. It actually felt kind of good, letting her frustrations out. It eased her pain.

For the first time that day, he looked a little uncomfortable. Good, she thought.

"Ariadne…I'm sorry. We didn't mean to abandon you. It's just…things got complicated."

"Yeah?" she said icily.

"Listen…we can explain all of it. Just please, come with me right now."

Despite herself, she found she was curious. "Go where?'

"The old warehouse…"

"Why?"

"We've got a new job to do."

Kind of a cliffhanger! Not really, but whatever. I'll try to put the next chapter up soon. Please review!