A/N : Here's your update. I'll finish with chapter 3 soon, I promise! So sorry for the shortness, too. Like, seriously sorry. ;_;

Disclaimer : I do not own Inception. Chris Nolan does. I wish I owned it, though. If only...

DREAM LEVEL 1

The team was in a casino equipped with a bar and a dance floor. Eames was dressed as a curt businessman that was talking to Arthur, watching Jak from a safe distance. Alina was nearby, completely different. Her hair was exactly like Mal's and she had gotten taller. She was in a simple blue knee-high dress and was wearing black flats. She neared the men and they watched Jak and Ariadne from a distance. Ariadne was dancing against Jak and he was trying not to become too intimate. James was glaring at them from the bar and he walked over angrily.

"Here comes the good part," Ali whispered to Arthur and Eames, grinning and asking for Samuel Adams Boston Lager and a glass of Winter Lager. She took the Winter for herself, the Boston for Eames and Arthur got a glass of Chianti 1987.

James snarled as he walked over to the two and began confronting Jak, his eyes narrowed and angry. No one could hear their argument over the music, but a few projections had moved away from them. It happened in an instant. One second they're arguing, the next Ariadne had moved away and James had grabbed onto Jak's tie and pulled him nose-to-nose with James. Then they were kissing, angry and passion-ridden. Much like Arthur and Eames's kisses when they're angry at one another. They broke away, breathing heavy and cheeks flushed. Jak asked why James did that and James looked away and down, blushing and shrugging his shoulders. They danced for a few hours, and after Ali, Arthur, Eames, and Ariadne had had a few more drinks, they leave to the hotel across the road, where James said he had a room, and he gave the group at the bar a look. They leave the bar after giving the bartender a tip and headed after them. They get their room, all of them staying in one room, only for a few hours. James would give them a call after Jak had fallen asleep. Alina only hopes that it is soon, so they can get this over with. Arthur was surprised that there haven't been any attacks yet. They settled down in their room, and ask for bar service. A round of drinks for the team from Eames. They talked and laughed for a few hours before they are stuck in a game spin the bottle/truth or dare because Ariadne can't keep a few drinks down without getting a buzz. Arthur was the first to spin and it landed on Ali. He smiled. He had loosened up after a few drinks and now he was more relaxed and fun. "Ali, truth or dare?" he asked.

"Truth," she replied on instinct, she didn't like dares all that much. She had changed into a pair of skinny jeans and classic black Chuck Taylor's. She was wearing an old graphic tee. She had a Glock 19 stuck in the back of her pants, and she kept touching the handle, as if it were her totem. "Are you a virgin?" Arthur asked, and she was rather taken aback by the random suddenness of the question.

"Uhm... yeah..." Alina said, blushing heavily and looking down at the floor. Arthur just gave her a reassuring smile, Eames grinned, and Ariadne shrugged it off.

"So am I, but does it matter?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the two men, who gave each other a look and Eames reached out and gently took Arthur's hand. "It doesn't matter, I just wanted to know," Arthur said with a shrug and moved on. Alina spun the bottle and it landed on Eames.

"Truth or dare, Eames?" Eames grinned an evil, smirking grin and he replied, "Dare!" like an excited child. "Well Eames, I dare you to go to room 114 and try and peek in or hear what James and Jak are up to," Ali said with a Cheshire cat grin. Eames nodded and walked quickly out of the room, swaying from side to side, whistling cheerfully. He came back a few minutes later, looking a bit disgusted.

"What's up, Eamesy?" Arthur drawled, trying to suppress a smirk.

"Well, they're up to something, alright. Sounds dirty, too," Eames said, shaking his head. "I sure hope that me and Arthur sound like that..." he muttered, and Ali and Ariadne burst into laughter, whereas Arthur and Eames blushed heavily. "Well, at least our plan is working," Ali said with a shrug and a grin. They continue their game, and a few hours later, at around 2 am Ali's cell phone rang loudly and she answered. She smiled and told James to get Jak somewhat dressed and decent enough for them to go and get set up for the second level. They go over a few minutes later and Ariadne says her goodbyes as she makes her rounds to put the team under. There was that moment of certain calm before they went to sleep. James would stay behind to help Ariadne complete the kick correctly. (They were going to blow up the room, it was an easy kick to accomplish, and there shouldn't be any anti-gravity stuff like in Fischer's job. Ali gave her brother a drowsy hug before she slipped under. Arthur and Eames (Eames having gone under first, since this was his dream, Arthur giving his hand a squeeze and then letting go before he also slipped under) were being professional, but they lay next to each other, hands touching. Ariadne examined her work with a nod and looks at James. He grins and grabs a chair from the corner and puts the explosive not timed to go off until he sets it. They have a 30-second time lapse before it goes off. James set his alarm to go off when they needed to set the kick, and along with the music, it should work fine.

There was loud yelling from the hallway and James cursed under his breath, throwing an extra pistol over to Ariadne and they got out of the room, making sure James had the key. The first round of shots were aimed at two security guards stepping out of the elevator. They were both downed in just a few seconds but they were hit from behind. There were loud shouts, but thankfully these guys didn't have guns. The first one aimed a fist at James's hand and his aim was true, it hit him in the hand and his gun was slapped away, his hand breaking with a loud crunching noise. James yelled out in agony and landed a kick on the man in his gut. He fell to his knees and James quickly kneed him in the jaw, his head jerking up and the sound of the man's neck snapping echoing in the hallway. Ariadne shot her man in the head right before he could hit her. More shouts were heard and two more security guards ran down the hall. James shot one in the knees and Ariadne did the same.

"How many of you? Are you the only ones left?" There was frantic nodding from the wounded men, and James shot them in the head.

"Good, no more of that, then," he said, eyes narrowed and angry. "You alright, Ari?" he asked Ariadne, who was gripping her swollen wrist in pain. She managed to nod before wincing. "Don't worry, I broke my hand. They're a lot stronger than they look," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair with his good hand. "Are you sure you're alright?" James asked, concerned.

"Fine, James. I'll live, no worries," Ariadne choked out, wincing as her wrist throbbed in pain. He sighed and dragged the bodies of the men into a closet down the hall with help from Ariadne. They rested and hung out the rest of the time they had, James gently coaxing Ariadne's broken wrist back into the bones' rightful place. He did the same with his hand, the bones snapping into place. They slept for a long while, catching up on sleep and Ariadne did some research with a computer she found. After a long few hours, she fell asleep again. Then there was the music, gentle but there. "That's our cue, sweetie," he told Ariadne, and he set the bomb. Time seemed to slow as Ariadne set the other bomb and he did the same on the other side of the room. There was silence and then a loud tick, tick and then a big BOOM!

A/N : Sorry it's so short! I'm making the second dream level longer, promise. More relationship stuff happens after the job. Cobb/OC is introduced and there are more Arthur/Eames scenes. (I just love that pairing, they are so cute!) Fischer/OC comes way later, so be prepared for a Fischer-less story for a while.