Nearing the end now. Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception. Christopher Nolan has that good fortune.
"Holy shit." Arthur mumbled to himself. His back was sore from sleeping, and his head hurt. He rolled out of bed, disorentated and in pain. He groaned as he made his way to the bathroom. He walked in and leaned against the cold, marble wall. It felt nice and refreshing. He looked around the bathroom and sighed. He had always hated his shower curtains but he never got round to buying new ones. They were plain and boring, a dull grey colour...
Wait.
Arthur's head shot up. This was his bathroom. He ran out of the door, practically falling over. He looked around the bedroom. Cream curtains and modern paintings hung from the wall. This was his apartment.
"What the hell?..." he said to himself. He ran over to the mirror and stared into it. There he was, in his body. His hair was discheviled from sleep and his brown eyes were tired. Arthur smiled to himself.
"Finally!" he cried out.
Eames woke up in a dark, quiet room. He moaned and sat up. "Fucking hell." he groaned. He got up and wondered around the dark room, trying to avoid various obsticals and objects. He wondered to the bathroom and turned the light on.
"I need a bloody cigarette." he said to himself. He stood over the sink, trying to get his eyes to focus. He looked into the mirror and backed away. He leaned in again and started to touch the reflection.
"Jesus christ." he laughed. "Hello you sexy bugger." he said to his reflection. He walked back into the bedroom and grabbed his totem in his jacket. He stood there and laughed to himself, thinking of how happy Arthur was right now.
Ariadne sat in the warehouse, sketching various buildings and designs.
It was quiet and she was the first person there that morning. She sighed to herself and took in the peace. It was broken quickly by the sound of the door slamming open. She stood up from her chair and peered around the corner. Her heart pounded slightly at the thought of an intruder, but she took a sigh of relief when she saw Arthur run in.
"Hi Eames." she said. She got no response. Arthur ran to her and grabbed her by the arms. He pressed his lips against hers and held her there. Ariadne struggled at first, thinking it was Eames. She stopped when she thought about how familiar the kiss seemed. Just like the kiss she and Arthur shared in the second layer of Inception. She then realised that it must have been Arthur. She sank into the kiss, allowing it to deepen. When they seperated, Arthur smiled at her and laughed.
"Thank god. I was starting to get used to being Eames." he said in mock discust. Ariadne laughed.
"Where is Eames?" she asked. Just as she finished the sentence, the door swung open and there was Eames. He had a funny smile on his face.
"That god. I was starting to get used to being you." he said, gesturing to Arthur. Arthur turned around to him.
"I won." he smirked.
I'm not sure about this ending, but it got to a point where I just couldn't take the story any furthur. Thanks for all the reviews that kept me up at night writing this story!
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