Improvise

The Forger was snoring loudly. His body taking up the entire full size bed.

Ariadne made sure he was safely asleep before venturing to his night stand. His cell phone was there. He was never without it. Silently, she took it. Escaped back down stairs.

Safely back in her room she turned his phone on. Eames had several messages that she didn't bother to look at. She scrolled down till she saw his name.

Arthur.

Taking a deep breath for courage, she pressed the green call button. A soft connection ring sounded as the call found it's way to the Point Man. A groggy voice answered. Ariadne caught her breath at the sound of her former lover's voice. Her hand went to her belly.

"Hello?" he asked. "Eames?" Arthur sounded like he had been taken from sleep. "Eames, is that you?" He asked. "Is Ariadne alright? Eames?"

She took another deep breath and collected herself.

"Arthur..." She said softly.

"Ariadne?" Arthur's voice came back in her small room. "Ariadne, is that you?" His voice sounded hopeful. Happy to hear her. She cleared her throat.

"Yes." She said simply. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." She apologize. "What time is it there?" She asked. Tying to sound casual. As if they were just friends, just catching up. Being polite.
"About midnight." He answered. "It's alright, I'm just glad to hear from you. Has Eames been giving you my messages? I've been trying to reach you." He said. She could tell he was becoming more awake. She ran a hand over her growing belly.

"Yes, he told me to call you." She said simply.

"Why didn't you?" he asked sadly. She didn't say anything.

"Ariadne, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I left you. There were things going on around me. Things I couldn't expose you to." he apologized. "Things I couldn't explain at the time."

"Explain them now." She said sharply. She heard him sigh over the line.

"I can't. It's things that would put you in danger." He said sadly. "It has to do with our work." He offered. "Sometimes we have to work for bad people."

"Oh please!" Ariadne said feeling angry. Her voice rising. "You bring me back to your hotel, have sex with me, wake me up a few hours later telling me to get dressed and get out. To never call you again. That you were drunk. Now you try and give me some story about doing it to protect me? How stupid do you think I am?" She accused. Her anger rising up to the surface again. Forgetting the dream she had of him. Forgetting the fluttering life he had put inside her.

"Ariadne..." he said. His voice stern.

"It was a mistake to call you." She said. Hot, angry tears falling down her face. "I told Eames I would... that I would..." She let her sentence fall away.

If she told him, about the baby, she knew he would be on the first plane to London. He would be demanding to see her. The last thing she wanted was to see him. She didn't want to share her child with him.

A creak on the floor made her head snap up. Eames was there. In her little room. The Forger said nothing as they both could hear Arthur's insistent voice over the phone.
"Ariadne... Ariadne? I swear it's the truth. I never wanted to hurt you. Just tell me... tell me where you are. Please? Ariadne?" Eames closed the distance between them and took his cell phone back. The Forger gently closed it. Slicing off Arthur's voice. He turned it over. Removed the battery and SIM card.

"Can't trace the call." He explained softly. "You didn't tell him?" He asked gently. He took a seat on her bed beside her.

She shook her head. Tears falling down her face. She reached for a box of tissues. She could feel a real crying jag coming over her. Eames made gentle shushing noises as she cried heavily on his shoulder. Ugly retching sobs as the Forger held her in his arms. Rubbing his hands over her back.

She was soon to tired to cry. To weak to think about Arthur. Eames folded her back into her little bed and covered her up. She was soon sleeping.

~ "I wasn't able to trace the call." Arthur told Cobb in the morning.

"Why not?" The Extractor asked. "We have the equipment." Arthur sighed.

"She called at midnight. I was sound asleep. It took me a few minuets to set the program up." Arthur answered. "Call didn't last that long. I kept calling back, but the phone was shut off. I think the SIM card was removed."
"What did she say?" Cobb asked.

"Not to much. She's angry at me." Arthur explained.

"Did you apologize? Tell her we can't go into details about some of the people we worked for?" Cobb asked.

"Of course." Arthur said, feeling hostile. "There was something..." He mused to himself. "Something... I don't know." He finally finished. His mind lost in thought.

~ "I think we may have a way out with COBAL." Cobb said a few weeks later.

"How so?" Arthur asked.

"Well, it's complicated." Cobb said folding his arms over his chest. "Basically we do another Extraction for Saito and he will give us the information COBAL was after."

"What kind of extraction job?" Arthur asked. His voice tired.

"Something we can do don't worry." Cobb responded.

"What if they still come after us?" Arthur asked.

"Stop being so pessimistic, alright Arthur?" Cobb scolded. Irritated. "You want to find Ariadne, we have to settle things with COBAL first. Settle things with COBAL, and we'll be free to track Eames down. Fine Eames, we find Ariadne without putting her in danger. You were a military man. One objective leads to another."

~ It would be a beautiful spring day. Eames was walking past the crowds of Portobello Road to his house. He had spent the early morning at the market. Ariadne had an early craving for fruit. She wasn't sure what kind yet. The Forger had braved the crowds of tourists, buyers and sellers to get bags of every kind of fruit he could find.

He was happy. He would be going home to a clean house that smelled of cooking. He had a lovely young woman and soon to be child under his care. Depending on him. Needing him. Waiting for him to come home. Nothing, in his entire life, had made him feel more like a man. He was humming a far away tune.

"Earl one morning,

just as the sun was shining.

I heard a young maid sing,

in the valley below."

He was sure it was Ariadne's presence in his home, in his life, that made him so happy. It felt like a family. The family he had been cheated out of by his ex-girlfriend.

Debra*, had gotten pregnant. He wanted to keep the baby. Desperately. But she wouldn't hear of it. Was not ready to be a mother. She had gotten an abortion* and it had killed him and their relationship. With each passing year he imagined a child growing up.

'He would be three now, he would be four now.'

It was the most painful thing to have happened to him. Something he hid from other people at all costs.

Perhaps Ariadne coming into his life, needing him was the universe's way of giving back what it had taken. He had never thought of her in this way before. He didn't want to get in the way of Arthur's potential happiness.

He had seen the little looks Arthur gave her during the mission. Saw the way his old friend would listen to her. Not like the other Team listened, but Arthur would really listen to her. He was interested in everything about her. He cared about what she had to say. Respected her skills and intelligence.

Eames was not interested in Ariadne then. He found amusement in seeing the Point Man drawn to the Architect. When Ariadne had told him what Arthur had done in L.A, the Forger knew he was protecting her from COBAL. He couldn't tell her this. COBAL was one of the reasons he had wanted to carry her off to London as soon as possible. But with each passing day, things were becoming more complicated. Now, things were different.

Arthur was not in the picture. Ariadne was in his home. Waiting for him to come home. She would be having Arthur's child. But to Eames, it didn't feel like the baby belong to anyone but the two of them.

He arrived at the narrow house just as the sun was waking up. Ariadne was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her morning tea.

"Fruit." Eames said holding up the canvas bags that she had insisted he use.

"Oh good." She said. Her face looked sleepy. "I may eat and take a nap later." She said with a yawn.

"I thought we were on for the museums today?" Eames asked putting the bags on the table.

"No." She said curtly. "The Intruder was up all night. Didn't sleep well." She told him. Picking through the myriad of colorful food.
"Alright then." The Forger said with a smile. He was ever flexible.

~ Ariadne enjoyed a nice breakfast with Eames. They read the paper and talked about their plans for the rest of the day. In truth, the Intruder had not kept her awake all night. Her dreams of Arthur had.

She dreamed wonderful wet dreams of the Point Man. So intense at times she almost climaxed in her sleep. She would look forward to sleeping, just so she could dream of him. She wondered if such intense dreaming was a side effect of the shared dreaming she had done with the Team.

She was still hormonal. Her sexual needs were still ravenous and painfully neglected. She was constantly frustrated for a warm body to wrap itself around hers. It was this need she felt passing over her body that made her looked at Eames.

She saw his handsome face. He nice strong body. As if for the first time.

She saw herself naked beneath him. Her legs spread around him. He was pounding himself into her.

Relentlessly.

Satisfyingly.

She saw herself screaming in pleasure as his thrusting made her naked breasts bounce. His hands holding her lags apart and she writhed under him. She saw his well toned body over hers. Driving her... driving her over the edge.

"What is is, Darling?" Eames asked. Ariadne blinked. She was back in the little kitchen. The Forger was holding a cup of tea and was looking at her, concerned.

Ariadne flushed deeply. Exhaled a long breath. She had been fantasizing about Eames. About Eames making love to her. Satisfying the constant need she felt. She felt ashamed of herself.

"Everything alright?" He asked again placing a warm hand on her belly. The contact made her flesh jump. Excited.

"Yes." She said in a strange voice. "I think... I...umm... just need to lay down for a while." She tried to shake off the hard blush.

"Alright then." He said softly.

"Do you want me to wake you up when the monster-movie-marathon starts?" He asked as she carefully made her way up the tight little stair case. Avoiding his eyes.

"No!" She said sharply. "No, that's okay. I'll... I'm sure I'll be awake by then." She said retreating to the safety of her room.

*Debra, over the past 10 years I have meat about 7 women named Debra. Only one of them I like. The rest have been Crazy, or a Bitch, or a Crazy Bitch! So this is my revenge!

* I am pro-choice 100%. I am not trying to be preachy Pro-Life. It's a woman's choice. I just wanted to give Eames a little back story that was kinda sad. :(