Hey guys! I've missed you! =}

So...I was able to convince my mom and dad to let me bring my laptop while we went on vacation. I have to do the dishes for two weeks in return, but oh well. It was worth it. Anyway, good news is I can post the second chapter, so here it is (obviously).

Sorry it's a little on the short side- the 'action' in this will happen a lot faster than in did in DALDOM, so I wanted to drag out the story some. It'll pick up in the next chapter, though. Promise.

So, here it is! Hope you like it. Leave a review after you read it, and don't forget to check out my profile to get the link to the story banner.

Enjoy!

We'll Be a Dream

Chapter Two

He was definitely in France. There was a familiar, romantic feeling in the air, the cooing of pigeons could be heard everywhere, and the fragrant smell of fleur-de-lis forced him to take a deep breath, inhaling the scent greedily. Yes, this was France.

And, according to the magnificent Eiffel Tower looming over him, this was Paris, France.

Ariadne had really outdone herself. Arthur even had to check his totem to make sure that he really had entered her dream. When the small, red die refused to stop rolling on the ground, though, he knew that he wasn't in France France, but Ariadne's France.

The point man picked up his totem and pocketed it, fingering the smooth edges. Squinting in the morning sunlight, he looked around. The Parisian streets were uncharacteristically bare, and Arthur found the lack of pedestrians very unsettling. There were no cars, no projections, not even a fucking dog was in sight. Where was everyone?

Church bells rang out in the distance, snapping Arthur out of his thoughts and reminding him of his task.

He had to get to Ariadne.

The soles of his Italian-leather shoes echoed as they hit the sidewalk. Arthur wasn't exactly sure which way to go and he was slightly worried- Ariadne was one of the more imaginative members of the team, and no doubt she had created an entire dream world for her practice run. And there were many churches in Paris alone. Where could she be?

He reached the end of the street and took a sharp left, turning onto yet another abandoned road. Arthur could feel himself start to panic; in all his years of extracting, he'd never entered a projection-less dream. He didn't even know that this was possible, but, then again, anything was possible in dreams. And since this was Ariadne's dream, who was a skilled architect and extractor herself, it wasn't that surprising that she could manipulate her subconscious into disappearing. But Arthur had made it very clear to her that her subconscious was needed to protect her, seeing how she was now a criminal. Why she had decided to forego said protection confused and scared him.

The church bells rang again and, to Arthur's dismay, sounded a lot farther than they had been before.

"Shit…"

The point man turned on his heel and walked back up the street, trying to return to his starting position. But even with the top of the Eiffel Tower guiding him like the North Star, he was still hopelessly lost. France's narrow streets all looked alike, and though Arthur was usually very good with directions, he'd learned from past experience that your sense of North and South went out the window when in a dreamscape. Dreams, even those of the most experienced extractors, were always changing. For all he knew, Ariadne could have put a black hole right in the middle of Paris. So he had to be careful.

The last thing he wanted to do was to pull a 'Cobb'.

He really shouldn't have done this. Ariadne had had it easy- it's not like she could get lost in his dream house. But Arthur had been walking around for at least thirty minutes, and he still couldn't find any churches or cathedrals. He really should have expected this from an architect.

The sun had risen higher in the sky, the humid heat shining on him making his black, three-piece suit feel like a death trap. He reached the corner of two unfamiliar streets and sat down on a nearby bench, reaching up and nearly tugging off the buttons of his waistcoat. Arthur let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his eyes warily. Times like this was when he wished that Cobb, or Yusuf, or, fuck, even Eames was there to help him. He really, really, really shouldn't have done this. "Dammit…"

"Fancy a tour guide, darling?"

The girlish shriek that escaped the point man's mouth was a lot less dignified then he would have liked it to be.

Aww, poor Arthur. =}

Who do you think just came into the dream? Well, it should be pretty obvious, but the question is...is he real? or a projection? *dramatic sound effects* Bum-bum-bummmmmmmm...

Be on the lookout for chapter three!

-MusicMakesMeWannaCRAZYDANCE