Hey! I'm back from my trip! =}

I'm glad you guys liked the second chapter, and pretty much all your guesses were correct.

Here's the third chapter- again, it's a little on the short side, and it's more of a filler!chapter than an actual chapter!chapter. I just wanted to, again, drag out the story a little more, and to explore Eames' character (because I'm planning to write a oneshot/series of ficlets that revolve around him, and I wanted to make sure I wrote him well enough). So, sorry if this chapter didn't meet you guys' expectations. I PROMISE ON MY PREORDERED INCEPTION DVD tht the next chapter will include Ariadne. PROMISE.

So, here it is. Be sure to leave a review, and to check out the story banner on my profile.

We'll Be a Dream

Chapter Three

It took at least a minute for Arthur to calm his pounding heart. Once his breathing returned to normal, he whipped around to glare at his unexpected companion, who was still laughing at his high-pitched squeak. "It's not that funny, Eames."

"Oh, but it is," the forger replied, one last chuckle escaping his mouth. A wide smirk was still playing on his face, though, as he walked around the bench and sat down next to Arthur. "I would have never expected a scream like that from such a professional man as you. Tell me- around what age did your body start developing? With a vocal range like yours, I'm guessing it was recently."

The point man's glare hardened as he flicked off his colleague. "Fuck off. You just…caught me by surprise, that's all. What are you doing here, anyway? You're not a projection, are you?" he reached out and flicked Eames on the forehead (a little harder than necessary), eliciting a yelp of protest from the Brit's mouth.

"What the fuck was that for, you little twit?" He exclaimed, rubbing the rapidly reddening skin.

Now it was the point man's turn to smirk. "Just checking."

Eames scowled at him. "Bloody hell, that hurt…"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You've yet to answer my question. How'd you get in here?"

The forger sighed. "I got to the warehouse about five minutes ago," he explained. "Cobb and Yusuf still weren't there, and I saw you and Ariadne attached to the machine. Well, naturally, I thought you two were having a little morning fun, so I decided to pop in and see what was going on."

"...You thought we were having sex, so you decided to come and watch the show?"

"Why, did I miss it already?"

Arthur grimaced. "No, nothing happened, you sick bastard. Ariadne and I were not having sex, so I'm sorry to disappoint your perverted mind…. And I can't believe you were going to watch us!"

Eames shrugged. "Sorry, darling. Most people find having an audience a great turn-on. Yusuf did."

The point man paled. "You and Yusuf had…." He shuddered at the thought, trying to block out the mental image that was threatening to enter his mind.

"So, where's Ariadne?" Eames asked, and Arthur was grateful for the subject change.

"I don't know. She went under to practice her church building skills for our next client. According to her, she's never made one before, and that's what the dreamscape needs to be."

"Hmm, interesting…but, why are you here?"

Arthur's cheeks turn a slight crimson. He'd been caught red-handed, and by Eames, no less. "I….um…"

Eames let out a hearty chuckle. "You were going to get her back for bursting into your dream six months ago? Wow, darling, I would have never expected this. Revenge doesn't suit you well."

"It's not revenge," the point man stressed. "I'm just…giving her a taste of her own medicine."

"Okay, first of all, no one uses that phrase anymore. " Arthur shot Eames an exasperated look. "And second of all, it still sounds like you were trying to get back at her…"

"Whatever," Arthur sighed, standing up from the bench. "All that matters is that I'm in her dream, you're in her dream, sadly, and I have no idea which church Ariadne is in."

"Yes, you really should keep a tighter leash on your girlfriend, darling." Eames stood up as well and clapped his colleague on the shoulder. "So, where are we off to?"

He looked at the forger, confused. "We?"

"Of course! You don't honestly expect me to let you search for your ladylove alone, do you?"

"Erm…"

"C'mon," Eames huffed, grabbing Arthur by the elbow and steering him left. "You said she was in a church? I'm quite certain I passed one on my way here."

"How did you find me anyway?" the point man asked, yanking his elbow from Eames' grip.

"Darling, when there are no projections around, you're pretty easy to spot. Besides, I could see your bloody suit from a mile away. You looked like a little smudge of black from my perspective. Might I suggest a much more sensible form of dress? One should not to have to suffer in this heat. Maybe a tee shirt? Have you ever heard of jeans? They're quite comfortable, actually…"

Arthur sighed. Although he was thankful that Eames seemed to know where he was going, the Brit's constant rambling was starting to give him a headache.

"…And Saito just bought me this lovely little department store in-"

"Eames?"

"Yes, darling?'

"Shut the fuck up."

Yeahhh, sorry for such a lame ending. I wanted to finish/post this before I headed to my violin class, so it's a bit rushed. But I hoped you liked it. Was Eames written believably enough? Tell me in a review.

Look out for an Action-filled/Ariadne-filled chapter four!

-MusicMakesMeWannaCRAZYDANCE