Ok, I'm making this a long (ok, maybe not that long, but certainly longer than the last chapter) chapter to make up for my horrible shortness and lack of…well…everything in chapter 4.

Disclaimer: I do not of Inception or any of its characters. I only own my idea and writing.

Arthur P.O.V

Arthur sat across from Ariadne, a warm cup of coffee in his hands. She had finished her breakfast and was now sipping a cup of tea. This amused Arthur, he had always thought of her as a coffee person. He guessed it was just another thing he didn't know about her.

Ariadne looked up at him from her drink. He raised an eyebrow.

She bit her lip before speaking, "Do you think Cobb and Saito will ever wake up?"

Arthur took another sip of his coffee and gave a sigh, "I honestly don't know, Ariadne. I've never been to limbo myself but I know that it's a hard place to get out of"

"Cobb did it before"

"And he might do it again, but we can't be sure," Arthur ran a hand through his hair, Ariadne was bringing things up that he didn't particularly want to think about.

"What about Saito?" Ariadne put her cup down on the table and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I think Saito may never wake up. He's never been to limbo before and he doesn't have the experience that Cobb does"

"Cobb might find him," she said hopefully.

"Limbo is a very big place," Arthur said gently.

"I know," there was a tone of sadness in her voice.

"But we shouldn't dwell on it," he stated before taking another casual sip, "There was nothing either of us could have done to change the outcome"

"What if you had known about Fischer being trained against extraction?" Ariadne asked quickly and then covered her mouth, "Crap, sorry. I'm not trying to say it was your fault or anything, I just, well-"

He cut her off with a small flick of his hand, "Its fine, Ariadne. I considered that myself. I believe even if we had known about Fischer's training, Saito probably would have still insisted on coming and he may have been shot anyway. Any of us could have been"

Ariadne shrugged and finished off her tea and got up to put her cup on the trolley. Arthur moved his free hand to his pocket and rubbed a thumb over the small red die that was his totem, a frown found its way onto his face. She's walking strangely.

"Ari?" he called out as she walked towards the bathroom.

She turned around, there was a small smile on her face and Arthur decided that he would use that nickname more often, "Yes?"

"How is your neck this morning?"

Ariadne bought a hand up and rubbed between her neck and shoulder, "Uhh, it's alright. Honestly Arthur, you don't have to worry about it"

She tried to edge towards the bathroom but Arthur stood up. "I know you're lying," he said, "Why don't you let me rub some cream into it? Just for a bit, I don't want you walking around awkwardly for the rest of the day"

"Really Arthur, its fine," she took a step closer to the door, "I'm sure it'll loosen up during the day anyway"

"Ariadne, please, just let me help," he took a step towards her, "Don't you want have a quick massage now to loosen it up, rather than wait for it to loosen by itself?"

As soon as the word 'please' left his mouth, Arthur knew he had convinced her.

Ariadne's shoulders sagged slightly and she let out a sigh, "Fine, but isn't it a little unprofessional?"

Arthur gave her a slightly amused look, "Well, I would hardly call our line of work professional anyway. But if you insist then I am simply a man who is helping his colleague"

Ariadne's eyebrows moved closer together, "Well, I suppose. But I'm going to the bathroom first," she pointed at him, "You. Practically hogged it all morning"

He gave a smile as she turned her back, "I did no such thing"

Ariadne's hand was on the bathroom door handle as she called, "I would give you a look but I can't turn my head right now," and with that, she stepped in and closed the door.

Arthur rubbed his hands together to warm them up and poured a small amount of cream into his right. Ariadne was sitting on a cushion on the floor in front of him, her scarf was in her lap and the right side of her loose shirt was pulled over her shoulder, exposing the pale skin of her neck.

"Sorry if the cream's cold," Arthur said to break the awkward silence that had enveloped the room, "But it won't last long"

"No, no that's fine," she assured him and Arthur thought he heard a slight squeak in her voice.

"Well alright then," he said with a slight smile on his face, "Can you tell me where it hurts the most?"

Ariadne bought a delicate hand right to the join of her neck and shoulder, "Here"

Arthur nodded to himself and moved her hand away. There was a strange reaction inside of him when their skin touched. He wiped the cream off from his hand and onto the spot she had indicated. Ariadne gave a suppressed shiver.

"Cold?" he asked.

"A little, but it's gone now," Ariadne shifted her position slightly on the cushion and a piece of hair fell from behind her ear and into the cream. Arthur tucked it back for her and she stiffened.

Arthur quickly pulled his hand away, "Something wrong?"

"No! I uh, I mean. Can we just get this over with?"

"Of course," Arthur promptly began to massage. He was gentle at first because the area was obviously quite tender. But as the muscles loosened up he took the opportunity to work away the knots that had settled there. He used his whole palm when massaging up and down her shoulder and used his thumb to gently work the knots. The whole time, about fifteen minutes, Ariadne never said a thing and it began to frustrate Arthur, not that he would ever show it of course.

"Honestly Ariadne, you're going to have to tell me if anything I'm doing is helping at all," he said in a not-unkind voice.

She whispered something that he couldn't hear.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I said, it's wonderful," she turned slowly to face him and thought for a moment, "Still a little sore but no where near as bad as it was. Thank you, Arthur"

"Not at all. I'm glad to help," he stood up a walked around her to the bathroom where he washed his hands and readjusted his tie.

When he walked back out Ariadne was still sitting in the same spot, she hadn't even pulled her shirt back yet. Arthur walked over to her and offered his hand. She took it and he helped her up. In the process her scarf fell to the floor. Ariadne made to pick it up but Arthur stopped her, "Let me"

He scooped the orange patterned scarf up from the ground and ran it between his fingers for a moment. "Nice material," he stated.

"Uh, thanks," Ariadne tried to take it from his hands but he moved away.

"May I?" He nodded to the scarf.

Colour appeared on her cheeks, "Yeah, I suppose. As long as you don't try to steal anymore kisses from me," she ended with a smile.

Arthur smiled back and put his hand over his heart, "You have my word"

Seemingly satisfied, Ariadne turned her back to him and he tied the scarf for her, letting his fingers linger on her skin for a little longer than necessary. She broke the contact by turning to face him.

She put her hands on his shoulders and stood up on her toes. For a moment Arthur thought that she was going to kiss him but her lips avoided his face and instead her warm breath met his ear, "You know, I think that I should give into your massages more often," and with that statement she gave a smile and walked over to her bedroom.

Arthur seriously contemplated following her.

So, good chapter?

I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review and feel free to give constructive criticism.