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As Arthur filled the trunk with their suitcases Ariadne couldn't help but look through the glass doors of the airport. Robert was still standing in the same place he had when she had left him. He had this phone to his ear and for a split moment she panicked that he might be calling her. However, when her phone didn't ring and he began to talk she relaxed. His eyes flickered to hers and a slight smile twitched the corners of his lips as he continued to talk. Her brow furrowed curiously as his gaze moved to somewhere behind her. He followed his eyes to see that he was looking at the taxi driver, who also had his phone out. What was he doing?

"Are you ready to go?" Arthur interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah, I thinks so," her eyes narrowed at Fischer who was waving at her pleasantly. She raised her hand slightly as an awkward wave goodbye before climbing into the car. Arthur shut it before climbing into the seat on the other side.

"Take us to…"

"I'll be taking you to the Redbury Hotel," the accented voice of the cab driver announced.

"Pardon me?" The Point Man looked completely bewildered.

"Someone called in; they have set up a reservation for you at the Redbury. You each get your own room, generous friend you got there,"

"What was his name?" Ariadne choked.

"Didn't give me one, said you would know who it is,"

"Fischer," she muttered under her breath. Arthur raised his eyebrows.

"You think it was Fischer…" It wasn't a question, "Okay so maybe we have a slight problem,"

"Can't we just cancel the reservations?" She asked hopefully.

"We could, but I don't see why we should. The Rebury is an expensive hotel, and we both get our own rooms. We might as well enjoy ourselves. Besides, it doesn't matter, he obviously has some sort of interest in you and at this point, all you need to do is direct his interest away from your familiarity. So you either need to piss him off and make him leave you alone out of hatred, or…" he trailed off slightly, cringing a bit.

"Or what?"

"Well, the way he was looking at you… Romantic interest would work as well as making him hate you. As long as he is distracted," he shrugged.

"So you're suggesting that I flirt with him?"

"If you want. I think it's a more realistic approach since you aren't exactly very good at making people angry at you. Even Cobb couldn't stay upset with you when you invaded his personal dreams. Of course, it could be interesting watching you try to be a bitch," he chuckled at the thought. She however, was not humored. He wanted her to flirt? Deep down she wished that he would completely decide against it, object to it, hate the idea. At least then she could keep believing that he had some sort of feelings for her like she had for him. However, she had to admit, he was practical. She wasn't good at, nor did she ever want to be good at, making people hate her. Then again, she also wasn't confident in her ability to flirt.

"I don't think I'd be good at this either way," she admitted softly.

"You'll be fine, now let's just enjoy ourselves okay? This will be easy compared to the inception," he patted her leg. She nodded, with a forced smile.

She had to admit, Robert had good taste in hotels. The Redbury didn't look like much on the outside, but the inside was absolutely breathtaking. Everything looked old, like an antique. She was almost afraid to touch anything in fear that it would shatter, even though she knew none of it was as old as it appeared. Arthur looked around appreciating as if they were in an art gallery rather than the lobby of a hotel.

"Hello what can I do for you?" An overly polite woman asked as they approached the counter.

"Um… Well… A friend of ours…"

"Someone called in reservations for us. We aren't sure what names we would be put under though," Arthur interrupted. The woman looked him over approvingly, she pushed a strand of curly blonde hair behind her ear and smiled.

"Yes, a man called in about a half hour ago. He said he would drop by in about an hour to pay for your stay here. You must be Ariadne and that makes you Arthur," she said his name with an overdramatic sweetness. He didn't seem to notice. Ariadne, on the other hand, most definitely did. She scowled. She suddenly got an idea, she linked her arm through Arthur's who thought nothing of the simple gesture, and leaned in to whispered,

"Quick, give me a kiss," he immediately understood the private joke between them and gave a short chuckle as a response before giving her a quick peck on the lips. This wiped the smile off the annoying receptionist.

"It was worth a shot," he laughed, she joined in, careful to hide the blush that had begun to fill her cheeks.

"Yep, I'm Arthur. When he arrives please thank him for us," he grabbed the two room keys that the woman had slid across the counter.

"What was that about?" He asked once we were in the elevator.

"I couldn't help it. The receptionist was trying to hit on you and seeing her face when you kissed me was hilarious," she giggled at the memory.

"She was hitting on me?"

"She was totally checking you out! How did you not see that?"

"I don't know; guess I haven't really paid attention to woman in quite a while. Work had taken over my life for a great length of time so I never really had time for that sort of thing. Besides, she wasn't really my type," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Relief flooded through her, knowing that he hadn't been interested.

When they reached their floor they were pleasantly surprised to find that their rooms were right next to each other.

"Would you like me to help you settle in?" He offered.

"No thank you," she shook her head, closing her door behind her before he could say anything else. She sank down, pressing herself against the door. Both happiness and disappointment swan through her thoughts. She was happy that they had received separate rooms because that meant it would be easier for her to control herself. She was disappointed for nearly the same reason she was happy. Then came the matter of Robert.

"Nope, not going to think about any of that right now," she said aloud. She was in a gorgeous hotel with an absolutely stunning room and at that moment, that was all she really wanted to focus on. Normally, she would unpack her things first, but a childish impulse took over and with an exhilarated laugh she flung herself onto the wonderfully large bed. She sunk deep into the maroon comforter, hugging the pillows to her cheek. She hadn't had a chance to truly relax, to sleep, to dream. Without even bothering to take off her shoes she curled up and slept, enjoying a peaceful non-work related dream.

Bzzzzz Bzzzzz… Ariadne woke to the sound of her cell phone buzzing in her pocket. Still tired she took it out and found that she had a new text message. She debated whether or not to go back to sleep or look at it and finally decided that she would at least read it. The number was unfamiliar, peaking her curiosity.

You said if I needed to talk I could call, but I figured a text would suffice for now. Please meet me in the hotel lobby in one hour, I know why I remember you now. The text said. She sat up abruptly, alarmed. He remembered? Not realizing how messy her appearance was she ran to Arthur's room, knocking on the door urgently. The sickening panic that was boiling her stomach didn't allow her thoughts to wander when he came to the door looking as disheveled as she was. He had removed the coat and vest of his three piece suit and the top five buttons of his shirt had been undone, leaving the top half of his chest partially exposed. Arthur's normally neatly combed hair was unkempt and messy. Overall the look was completely sexy but she couldn't think about that.

"Read," she shoved the phone into his hands and pushed past him into his room, an identical match to her own. He rubbed his eyes, apparently having had fallen asleep also.

"Don't panic yet," he told her, his eyes still on the tiny screen of her phone, "He says he remembers but he might not,"

"What if he does?" She inquired. He released a long sigh.

"I need to think about this Ariadne, because to be honest I don't know at the moment. We performed an inception, a far more dangerous job than I've ever attempted. We've had marks remember us in the past but the situation never really made a difference because we were always there to receive information. If they remembered us, well it didn't always matter. We had the information, we had been paid, and most of the time we can convince them that they are wrong. Robert is powerful though, if he actually does remember we could have problems with him and the whole inception could be a waste,"

"Why does he only remember me? He saw you and had no clue who you were,"

"As I said before, he seemed to have an interest in you. If he found you attractive in any way during the dream it would make you more memorable to him in the real world," he explained.

"Great," she groaned, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Are you going to go?"

"Huh?"

"Are you going to meet him in the lobby?"

"I don't know, should I?"

"It would be best,"

"Fine," Ariadne sighed in defeat, knowing he was right.

"Would you like me to contact Cobb about this?" Arthur asked.

"Why?"

"Well, I figured, maybe he could help. Besides, I thought maybe…" He hinted slightly. She raised her eyebrows,

"You think I see him like that?" She sat up.

"You spent more time with him than anyone, in a way you sort of clung to him. I figured that it was a possibility," he shrugged.

"Cobb is a good man, but I clung to him because I thought he needed me. When I realized everything about Mal, well I knew he needed help. We were nothing more than friends though," she shook her head.

"Oh," was all he said, a small bit of blood filling his cheeks. Was he embarrassed about something? "Do you want me to talk to him though?"

"No, don't bug him. He needs to be with his kids and to be happy. I shouldn't even be bugging you about this, you should be able to relax after all that,"

"This is part of my job, and you are my friend, I wouldn't let you deal with this alone, it's too stressful for one person,"

"Thanks," she smiled warmly.

"By the way, before you go, I suggest you brush your hair," he teased, opening to door for her. She raised her fingers to her head and found a mess of curls sitting atop her head.

"You could use a comb yourself," she snickered. He gave out an amused laugh, closing the door behind her. Well, she thought to herself, I guess I should get ready.

I still have no idea which couple will come out in the end. I am just going to keep writing and see which of the guys wins her over. For once, I'm as clueless about the ending of this story as my readers are. Please REVIEW! I'll update soon.