Author's Note: GAH! I totally blame Glee for how long it took me to update…Then again, it kind of gave me the inspiration to update in the first place… But I still love you Glee.
ALSO: If any of my fellow Gleeks are reading this-and I'm sure everyone already knows about it even though I found it mere days ago—read Dalton by CP Coulter. Fantastic. Any fellow Rane shippers?
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or the song "Somewhere Only We Know." Unfortunately, I won't for a long time, because I'm focusing all my evil plotting on kiddnapping Shane and Reed from CP Coulter.
Arthur's plane left in less than two hours. He put on his jacket-bought with money from the inception job they had finished the day before-and walked into the bedroom of the hotel room. Eames lay there, eyes cast at the ceiling like it held the answers to the world's questions.
After the job, Arthur had come to a realization: he loved Eames. He'd told him so when they'd reached the hotel room they'd be sharing for the night. This was only until both men left on their flights to flee the country for safety measures.
The conversation that followed the confession led to tears, a second confession similar to the first, and a night that was meant to last the two the rest of their lives.
Arthur just hadn't been aware that one night would not be enough. For either of them. The thought of leaving Eames now nearly tore his heart out.
His thoughts were shaken as he saw the forger's lips move, though he could not catch what he was saying. He listened more carefully.
"...So if you have a minute why don't we go...talk about it somewhere only we know. This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know?" Arthur recognized the song and set his jaw as he stood, framed, in the doorway. Why did it have to be Eames?
"Well, darling, why don't we?" Eames was now siting up against the headboard of the bed.
Arthur crossed the room to sit next to him, his head falling onto the forger's shoulder, their hands intertwined. "Eames..." Arthur sighed.
"What are we going to do?" Eames frowned when Arthur shot him a look. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Arthur closed his eyes. "I do...but it doesn't mean I want to talk about it."
"You can't honestly think I'm just going to let you leave me after that, can you?"
Arthur turned to face him, looking much older. "Eames...We have to. We'll get caught...and there's no way in Hell you're going to get killed
because I wanted to be with you for just a little bit longer." Arthur looked at his watch. "I have to go." He made to leave, but Eames caught his wrist.
"I love you." Eames's eyes smoldered, pain etched into his features. Arthur felt he could lose himself in those eyes.
"I have to go." He pulled his hand gently from the other's grasp. "I'm sorry." Again, he turned to go. When he reached the bedroom door, he paused.
"I love you, Eames."
Author's Note: Alright, so AimlessGirl has read this, and I actually she was sent the full thing. I'm pretty sure it got cut off after Arthur sat by Eames. Probably better that way because then I live… :D
Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.
Kierstin.