Author's Note: I know I know I know I know I know. I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. I was supposed to have this done last Thursday, and it's now Monday. So I'm four days late. And you probably hate me. But please don't stop reading because I'm late. I do have something that might make up for my tardiness..I was planning on this being the second to last chapter, but I'm expanding the story four or five more chapters. Make up for my lateness a just little bit?

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own it.

Chapter Five:

Arthur's eyes went back and forth between Eames forged as Arthur and Ariadne, his eyes blazing. Ariadne looked like she could melt into the ground from embarrassment and guilt, and Eames just looked amused. The tension grew, and before Eames or Ariadne could say anything, Arthur's gaze fell on the projection of himself. Confusion etched across his features, Arthur turned back to the two of them for an explanation. Before he could again ask what was going on, Ariadne broke into a sprint, running away from the three Arthur's. Arthur turned to follow her, but Eames grabbed a hold of his arm before he could get any further.

"It's no use," Eames said, shaking his head. "You'll never find her in this maze. You'll get lost trying."

Arthur's eyes drifted to the city, and he knew Eames was right. If Ariadne didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be found. Even so, he wasn't going to admit that, especially to Eames. He wrenched his arms out of Eames's grasp.

"Change back," Arthur spat. "It's bad enough having to see him," he said, pointing to the projection.

Eames said nothing, closing his eyes in concentration. Seconds later, his dirty blonde hair was back, along with a goofy grin.

"What the hell were you thinking, Eames?" Arthur snapped, glaring at the forger.

"I was thinking," Eames drawled, "that you two obviously have a thing for each other, and I just wanted to put some effort into this relationship."

"This relationship? There is no relationship. There will never be a relationship. Even if there was a chance for one, which there's not, no thanks would go to you," Arthur said, still glaring at him.

"Why can't you just accept that you like her and want to be with her?" Eames asked, growing quiet.

"You know why," Arthur said, just as quietly.

There was silence. The rain fell harder, but neither of them attempted to move. The projection stood up and walked away, ignoring Eames and Arthur completely.

"You won't turn out like them, you know," Eames said softly.

"You don't know that," Arthur countered, not even having to ask who he was talking about.

"No, but I know you. You're too careful. They lost sight of the lines that separated dreams from reality. You would never let that happen," Eames explained.

Arthur was silent, and Eames continued.

"All I was doing was trying to reassure Ariadne that you do have feelings for her, and to make sure that she didn't move on so that you could actually make a move. It's not like I was trying to come onto her or anything like that."

At this last statement, Arthur turned away from Eames and muttered something unintelligible.

"I'm sorry, dear, what was that?" Eames asked, cupping his hand around his ear, his eyes lighting up.

"It sure looked like it!" Arthur snapped.

Eames laughed loudly, rubbing his hands together as his facial expression turned to one of glee.

"Oh, this is priceless! I never thought I would live to see the day that you, Arthur White, stick-in-the-mud point man, would be jealous. Of me!" Eames exclaimed.

"I'm not jealous," Arthur said tersely.

Eames only chuckled. "Darling, if I wanted to make a move on our dear little architect, I would have a long time ago."

Arthur looked up sharply, his glare deepening the longer he gazed at the forger.

Eames raised an eyebrow, a look of annoyance on his face. "Please. You had an unspoken claim on her the minute she walked through the warehouse door. I wasn't touching her. And besides, I never felt that way about her. She's like a little sister to me."

Arthur didn't say anything, but Eames saw the relief that washed across his face.

Arthur sighed. "I really fucked things up this time, didn't I?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his face.

"You didn't mess things up that badly. You're just making her wait longer than she wants to. But it's not too late," Eames reminded him.

"I guess you're right," Arthur murmured, turning suddenly to look at the city for any sign of Ariadne.

Eames gasped mockingly. "I'm right?"

"Don't get used to it," Arthur grumbled, though a grudging smile was starting to form. He made a mental note to himself to never to say those words to Eames ever again.

Eames gaped at him. "Let me get this straight. In one day, in the span of less than an hour, I have made you jealous, gotten to you admit that I, of all people, was right, AND I got you to smile. Ladies and gentlemen, it truly is a day for miracles!" Eames shouted, holding his arms out wide open as if speaking to an audience.

Arthur merely rolled his eyes. He pulled out his gun and indicating for Eames to do the same.

"I wonder why she hasn't woken herself up yet," Arthur commented.

"I was wondering the same thing," Eames said, gazing around at the city.

"Do you want to go first?" Arthur asked, motioning to Eames's gun and cocking his own.

"The pleasure is all mine," Eames said, grinning at him.

Eames put his gun to his temple. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, the ground began to shake, and he ended up shooting a tree instead.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Eames asked.

"She's waking up," Arthur said, pointing to the large cracks appearing in the ground and the buildings beginning to crumble.

"Well, there's no use wasting a perfectly good bullet," Eames said, pocketing his gun.

Arthur looked at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious. We're in a dream. You could dream up another bullet in a heartbeat."

Eames just laughed. "See you on the other side!" he said, jumping into a deep crack.

Arthur took one last look around before jumping in after him.

AxA AxA AxA AxA

Ariadne ran from Eames and Arthur, not stopping until she knew she had gone through too many twists and turns for them to keep up.

She jogged into one of the tallest buildings, sitting down on a bench only to catch her breath. The minute she sat down, a million thoughts crept into her mind.

I'll never be able to face him again. I'm going to kill Eames. How am I supposed to explain this? Part of it wasn't even my fault! Damn it, Eames. I really am going to kill you, and not just in a dream.

And on and on and on. She could never face Arthur again. That much was obvious. She would have to leave, go somewhere far away where he could never find her, even with his resources.

She nodded to herself. She would leave to protect herself, but more importantly, to protect Arthur.

She rose to her feet, knowing she had to end the dream before they had a chance to, and before Arthur had the chance to hold her back.

Ariadne pushed through a side door, running up the stairs to the roof. Barely able to see over the edge of the building, she looked to the park to see if she could see either man. She could. As if sensing her gaze, Arthur turned toward the buildings. She ducked down, her heart pounding. The effect he had on her…

Ariadne took a deep breath, standing up straight and climbing to the edge of the building. She looked up, the raindrops pelting her mercilessly. She looked down, and her vision swayed. She never had been good with heights..

Before she could lose her courage, she jumped, Arthur's face being the last thing she saw before she hit the ground.

A/N 2: Do you like it? Love it? Want some more of it? Reviews are love!

A/N 3: I know you're super peeved and probably aren't reading all of these, but if you are, did any of you notice that I gave Arthur a last name? That, my friends, is referring to my other story I'm working on right now where the last name is very, very important. Kudos to those of you that caught it!