Inception does not belong to me. Many thanks to Moviemaniac12 for letting me co-write this fic.

I swallowed, and turned to Cobb. ""We have no choice. We have to go after him."

"Arthur!" Cobb's face was furious. "You're not listening to me!"

"But we don't have a choice!" I argued, my face flushing. "Nash goes, we lose the trail. He's still under. We still have time!"s

Cobb shook his head. "All you had was a map. What if its a false one?"

"I'll deal," I insisted.

"Hang on," Eames chipped. "Did you just say I'll deal? Since when was there an I in team? Especially this one?"

I took a deep breath. Both Cobb and Eames' eyes were accusatory. I wanted to avoid them, but stood my ground.

"When the rest of you became a bunch of quitters," I retorted, hotly. Cobb glared at me, his eyes boring into me. Ariadne looked at me, her jaw starting to drop.

"We're not quitting," Cobb said, staunchly. I could tell that underneath his cool exterior he was raging. "We're just choosing not to put ourselves at risk."

"But by not doing so, we're putting other people at risk!" I cried. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Whose to say it will happen again?" Cobb a asked me, his voice taut. "Nash is in custody. Without him, the accomplice might-"

I nearly spat in frustration. Furious, I walked away from them, and took up the position for dreaming once again. Cobb looked at me, astonishment dawning on his face.

"Arthur – what in the name of-?"

I looked over, angrily. "Maybe you're prepared to let Nash run," I snapped, "but I'm not. We've been hired to do a job, remember?" I plugged the IV in my arm, and reaching over, hit the PASIV.

I blinked. I was lying on the floor of the filthy building. Swallowing, I got up, and moving to the wall, grabbed the map. Taking it, I hurried out of the door and down the stairs.

I scanned the horizon, hoping to see a sign of Nash. I saw a flash of blue going behind a tree, and decided, on instinct, to follow it. I reached for my holster, reassured by the weight of my gun. Taking a few steps forward, I paued, listening. Convinced I was alone, I kept walking.

I could hear voices. They were coming from a clearing, and I knew to get there, I had to try and be as inconspicuous as possible. I pulled off my suit jacket and dropped it by a tree, as a marker. Swallowing, I kept going.

"What do you mean, you nearly got killed?"

"I didn't know that they were going to try and ambush me! How did I know that he was going to be someone else?"

"Pathetic excuse. Even for you."

"Look, just let me-"

"Let you what? Don't you think you've done enough damage? We're stuck out here, cut off, relying on you. And then you go and get yourself arrested. Thanks, Nash. Thanks for nothing."

I swallowed. The other voice was male. Angry. And unrecognisable. I took another step, then felt a hand on my arm. I whirled, pulling the gun out and aiming it.

"Hey!" Eames put his hands up. "Easy! I thought you might need some help..." his voice trailed off. I looked at him, my eyes narrowing.

"Help?" I said sarcastically. "Thanks."

Eames glared at me. "Cobb is still back in reality. Its just you and me. If you piss me off, I'll leave you to face this alone. Understand?"

I nodded. My mouth was slightly dry.

"OK," Eames whispered. "Lets see what they're hiding."