DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

"Arthur!"

Arthur's head snapped up from his desk. "Yeah?"

"Arthur, I need your help!"

He quickly got up from his desk and walked out of his office and into the kitchen. "Ari?"

Ariadne was standing over their two children, holding Samantha by the arms, in a restraining way. She exhaled and looked at Arthur. "Help me, please."

Arthur walked over and picked up a screaming Thomas in his arms. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, they just started fighting!"

Arthur glanced at a pink faced Samantha, who was kicking against a struggling Ariadne. "Thomas started it! He was hitting me!"

Arthur frowned. "Thomas, is that true?"

"She called me an idiot!" screamed the little boy.

Ariadne picked up Samantha and carried her out of the room. "Arthur, can you deal with this?"

Arthur nodded and grabbed Thomas's hand, leading him to the hallway.

"Where are we going?" Thomas asked.

"To get some fresh air."

Arthur walked his son down the street, hand in hand, taking in the peace around them. It was a nice day, hot enough to walk around without a jacket.

Thomas sniffled slightly. "Are you mad at me Daddy?"

Arthur smiled lightly and shook his head. "No. Brothers and sisters fight, there's nothing you can do about it. And besides," He leaned down slightly and smirked. " I'm sure it wasn't totally your fault."

Thomas smiled and grasped his hand tighter. "No, it wasn't." There was a brief pause in the conversation. "Daddy, what's your job?"

Arthur's pace slowed slightly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because Ryan says he's daddy is a fireman. Jane's daddy is a chief, and I don't know what to say for you."

Arthur swallowed. "Oh. Well, Tom, I…work for…the FBI?"

"Wow! Do you really?"

Arthur found his confidence and nodded. "Yeah! That's why I go away sometimes. But it's top secret. So you need to be a big boy and not say anything. Can you do that for me?"

Thomas widened his eyes and nodded quickly. "Ok Daddy. I promise."

"Good boy," Arthur smiled. "Now, would you rather have ice cream, or go home?"

"Ice cream!" Thomas squealed excitedly. He ran in front of Arthur and threw his arms in the air.

"Pick me up!" He cried.

Arthur furrowed his brow. "Thomas, you're much too old now to be picked up."

"Please!"

Arthur sighed and lifted him up with a heave and placed him on his shoulder, keeping a tight grip on his legs.

"Listen, Thomas, I know you and Samantha fight sometimes, but what are we?"

"A family?"

Arthur nodded. "Right. And our family is a team. When you're older, I need you and your sister to watch out for each other. Do you understand that?"

Thomas gave a small nod.

"Like Mommy and I. I always watch out for Mommy, and she always watched out for me." He smiled. "And we always watch out for you."

"Ok Daddy." Thomas reached down and wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, grinning into his hair. Arthur smiled and carried on walking.