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Robert Fischer awoke in a cold sweat. The dream had been so real, but at the same time he had known it was a dream. There was something familiar about it, as if he had had this dream before. Oddly enough, he had been joined by Ariadne and… What was his name? Arthur? Yes, Arthur. They were both there, along with a few unrecognizable men, his father, and his godfather. Everything was so vivid. There had been a hotel, a snow fort, he had been kidnapped, it was as though he had been having multiple dreams all at once.

"Damn," he cursed under his breath, running his finger through his disheveled hair. He couldn't shake the gnawing feeling from his stomach. The dream had been so unsettling.

He stumbled to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Glancing in the mirror he saw that he looked like shit. Dark circles encompassed his eyes and his lips were turned into a frown. It was all because of the dream. "Just a dream," he muttered to himself, feeling stupid for letting himself assume it was so much more. Though, no matter how many times he said it, it didn't convince him that it didn't mean something. His fingers gripped the counter, supporting him. In the dream he had felt the danger, the fear, and the pain. Some details remained a bit hazy, but he definitely remembered Araidne. She was there, and she had protected him. He fished out his cell phone and without thinking dialed her number. To his utter surprise she picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" Her voice was alert and absent of sleep. Why was she still up?

"It's Robert," he spoke.

"Robert?" She couldn't hide her surprise.

"I…" He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous it would sound to tell her that the reason he had called her at three in the morning was because of a stupid dream.

"What's wrong?" She demanded. Should he tell her?

"I… I'm sorry if I woke you. I just woke up and, God I feel like an idiot, I had a dream about you," he explained, embarrassed.

"What type of dream?" Her tone was purely concerned, no humor, very little curiosity, just concerned.

"I don't know, an intense one I suppose. Arthur was there too. I'm sorry, I feel so stupid for calling you about this,"

"It's fine, tell me more,"

"Really?"

"Yes," for a brief moment he heard a quiver in her voice. She sounded almost frightened.

"I can't remember all of it now, but I remember being kidnapped with my godfather. The people who kidnapped us were wearing masks, I couldn't see their faces, and I don't remember what they wanted. Then there was this hotel and a man with blonde hair, and next thing I knew I was in a snow fort. I think… I think I got shot. There was a woman, she shot me. Then I woke up, that's all I remember, but it was all so vivid at the time," he knew he was rambling but at that point he didn't care. He waited for a response but all he heard were faint murmurs in the background.

"Ariadne?"

"Sorry I was… Anyway. It was just a dream so I wouldn't worry about it," she reassured him, though there was still something in her tone that made him uneasy.

"I know, I feel like an idiot for calling, I'm so sorry. I should go back to bed. Forget this call ever happened," With that he hung up. Little did he know that she would never forget that that call had happened.

"Arthur?" She looked at him with a panicked expression, tossing her phone onto the bed.

"No need to freak out yet. He is beginning to remember, but that doesn't mean this isn't fixable. He doesn't remember limbo and he certainly doesn't know about the inception. For now we are safe, but in order to make sure everything sticks we are going to have to enter his subconscious again," Arthur informed her. Araidne swallowed, but not out of dread. Deep down she was suddenly excited. Being in the dreams were quite addictive and the thought of another mission sounded like it would satisfy her sudden craving.

"Looks like I'll be making a phone call tomorrow," she sighed. Arthur's brow furrowed slightly.

"Call?"

"You and I both know it won't work with just the two of us,"

"Well who are you going to call?"

"You called Eames?" Arthur complained a bit, stepping aside to allow Eames to come inside herroom.

"Nice to see you too," He teased.

"Who else was I going to call?" She pointed out. Arthur let out a long breath, knowing she was right.

"So, I'll take it we are in a bit of trouble?" Eames asked, flipping a red poker chip in the air and catching it like a coin.

"Is that your totem?" Araidne asked, suddenly curious. She had never had the chance to see his totem and it just occurred to her that if it was going to be anything, it would probably related to gambling.

With his eyes still fixed on the chip he said, "Yep. Now mind explaining to me what exactly the situation is?"

"Remember when I mentioned Robert a couple of days ago?"

"Wait, you were here two days ago?" Arthur interjected.

"Does that surprise you?" Eames raised an eyebrow.

"Can we talk about this later? As I was saying, Robert began to remember me and to be perfectly blunt, almost the entire mission is coming back to him. He can't remember limbo or the actual planting of the idea, but he remembers the rest. Arthur suggested we reenter his subconscious and do some damage control," she explained, turning towards Arthur, waiting for him to elaborate.

"The plan is to change the ending to his dream. If he remembers the actual ending the whole inception will be broken and wasted. Araidne said that his dream ended when Mal shot him. If we take it from there, we can hopefully have him wake up and think that however we decided to end it is the actual conclusion of his dream,"

"And what do you need me for?" Eames wondered.

"We need someone to be Mal," she smirked slightly at the thought.

"Now we can't have him die, that will just wake him up. When you shoot him aim for the shoulder," Arthur instructed. Ariadne couldn't help but wince a bit. Although she understood the importance of what they were doing, she still hated the thought of seeing him in pain. She knew that she would have to be the one to "save him", meaning she would have to witness first-hand all his pain. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from objecting to the idea. It's for the best, he won't actually be hurt, everything will be fine, she thought to herself.

"And how, might I ask, do you plan to do this? Sneak into his room at night?"

"Well," Arthur suddenly winced slightly, turning to Ariadne, "I had thought that perhaps you could get him here and have him spend the night,"

"You mean get him in bed?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I don't mean have sex with him, but yes,"

"You sure that won't make you too jealous, Arthur?" Eames' mouth opened into a smile. She suddenly had the urge to punch him but kept her fists clenched at her side.

"What are you talking about," Arthur's mouth went dry.

"Do you both honestly think that none of us noticed the tension between you two? I mean, come on. Why is it that everyone else can see it except for you guys? It's actually quite amusing. You both get so embarrassed about it,"

"Shut up Eames," he frowned.

"Did I offend you?" Eames asked.

"Can we just focus? How Arthur feels isn't important right now," Ariadne cut in before Arthur could say anything else. Both men averted their eyes towards her and sighed. "Now you want me to get him here without having sex with him? I'm not going to lie, it's not going to be easy, he is a guy after all,"

"Do what you need to do," Eames hinted. She knew he meant that if she needed have sex then she should just do it. However, she had no intentions of doing so.

"Fine," she sighed. "I can have him here tomorrow night,"

Not a romantic chapter, I know. I wanted to move the plot along. Anyway, please review!