Chapter 7!

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

"It's almost time, I'm going"

"Do you know what are you going to say to him?"

"I want him to tell me the truth first, but no, I don't know what to say. He'll want to know where I'm staying, with who, how I get here..."

"Not a problem. Tell him you're staying with me"

"No, he will be angry and-"

"I know your father, he'll be more angry with Arthur than me"

"Why?"

"Because you are his goddaughter and he suppose to be like your father, wich means that he supose to call Dom and telling him this whole thing"

He was right. And by the time, I didn't have enough time to think in other excuses. I took my bag and I hugged my uncle.

"Leave your bag here love, you'll 'stay' here anyway"

"You cannot understand how much I love you, and how much I wish you were my father"

"Don't say that, you'll make me cry"

"Wish me luck"

I was walking down the streets in order to met him, when I saw him, walking in the same direction than me. He was carrying a bag. His eyes were red and the expression in his face was sad. I have to admit that I felt a little guilty, but I needed to ran. The things between us were imposible to stand it for both of us.

"Phillipa, oh my God sweetie-"

"Let's go to some private place"

"Bonjour j'ai une réserve. Mon nom est Kate Franco "(1)

"Oui, le premier étage, dix-huit chambres "(2)

He was watching me while I spoke to the receptionist. My french wasn't perfect, but I tried it very hard.

We went to the room, that strangely was so similar to the hotel from my dream. I sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat in a chair in front of me.

"Phillipa, I came here to talk to you, and take you back home"

"You came here to tell me the truth. I'll stay here"

He sighed. I was as stubborn as I could be. He looked in his bag and showed me a spinning top.

"Phillipa, your mother and I were extractors"

"Hello Arthie. It's a surprise see you here, come in"

"I have a meeting job in two hours"

"And?"

Arthur sighed and sat on Eames's couch. He could smell her scent over there, and he saw her bag over the tiny table in front of him.

"Is Philli here?"

"No, she's with Dom. I'm waiting for him hitting my door, and later my face"

"He'll look for me first, and then for you. You forge his signature-"

"Yes well, but she'll tell him that she is with me. I'll be hit by him, but you'll dead if he knows everything"

"Do I suppose to thank you?"

"I know you won't. When she comes back, she'll go with you"

"That's why I came here. I need her to be here. I'm going out for a job in Rome-"

"Maybe that's the half truth, isn't it darling?"

I didn't want him to know that I knew that before by my uncles.

"What's an extractor?"

"Do you remember that silver box?"

"Yeah... I guess"

"That is a PASIV, a special dispositive to conect people and share dreams"

"A half truth? I don't know what are you talking about"

"Yes you do"

"No, I don't"

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"Do you want to play like kids? You are almost fourty bloody years Arthur! Phillipa told me"

"What I suppose to do?"

"Talk with her"

"And how you share dreams with someone? Are you crazy or what?"

I knew it everything, I even tried but I needed to act in front of him in order to not get both of my uncles in trouble.

"No, Im not. It has some needles, you connect your wrist and we use some chemicals, like sedatives to induce us to sleep and share the dreams"

"How mom got involved in all this?"

"She and your grandfather taught me, when we started to date. In those days I was studying Architecture. Miles said that I was a talented for my bueprints, that those ones were unique. So, we started to navegate into our minds, but we found another use for the PASIV"

"Talk to her? And say what? 'Phillipa, you are my goddaughter, almost my real daughter-'"

"You don't need to be sarcastic darling. She is in love with you"

"She's not in love with me. She was... she was upset and-"

Eames sat in front of Arthur, over the tiny table, close to Phillipa's bag.

"She was upset, yes. But it doesn't mean that she kissed you. She could hugged you or- I don't know"

Arthur sighed and rested his head in his hands.

"She's a kid Eames, she's seventeen. She's Dom's daughter. She's my goddaughter. I know her since she was a baby. I promissed Mal and Dom to take care of her..."

"We started to do some extractions"

"What's an extraction?"

"An extraction is a procedure in wich we can go into someone's mind and steal and idea, information, everything"

"Why did you do that?"

"Because we started to feel like gods. It was- it was amazing Phillipa. We could go into our minds and create buidings, places, even cities that wasn't possible to create in reality"

"And what had happend later?"

"Arthie, she isn't a kid anymore, we know that. She's a woman"

"But it's illegal!"

"And our works? Even our lifes are illegal, who cares one more thing?"

"I care! I can't Eames, I can't be with her. She's like my daughter"

"Yo don't see her like a daughter. I'd saw you. You remember two years ago, the Thanksgiving night? She looked beatifull, with those jeans and that camisole. She was on my lap, and your eyes never leave her!"

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is! Tell my something Arthur, why you flew from Paris to L.A just to pick her up? Why you let her ran away from his father? Why you let her to live with you and not with Miles?"

"We got married, and you and James were born. She stopped doing extractions, but I continued working with Arthur"

Hearing his name made me nervous. I couldn't stop thinking about our kiss, about us. But I needed to be focus in my father's words.

"But, in my free time, we started to experiment. I started too push things... I wanted to go further and further. But I just couldn't understand that hours in the real life were years down there. We were sharing a dream for almost fifty years"

"Because I wanted to help her!"

"Don't lie to yourself Arthur! You didn't know why she was running away from Dom. What did she tell you?"

"She told me that she needed sometime away from Dom, but she didn't tell me why. I promissed her a time ago that I'll take her to the place she chose. One night she called me, after breaking with her boyfriend. She was crying, and I remembered the promise. A week later, I was in the LAX waiting for her"

"But...- what happened... down there?"

"We started to built using memories, memories of our past, even our present in those days... and she- she started to lose the reason... the dream become her reality"

"How about you?"

"For me, it was imposible to me to live like that. So, I went more deeper inside her mind, and I found what she was hidding, a truth she once knew, but chose to forget"

"You steal that idea from her mind"

"She knew that she was dreaming, but- she just forgot that. So, in order to get back to reality, I planted an idea into her mind"

"I don't know"

"Yes you do, you like her"

Arthur stood up and walked to the window. He looked over the streets, and then he sighed.

"Call me if something happens with her and Dom. I'll be out in Rome for a job, and I'll be back in two days. Take care of her"

Arthur went back to his apartment and took his suitcase with him, but before leave again, he found a photo beside his coffee table. There was him, with Phillipa in his arms, in her fourteen birthday. She was wearing a pink camisole with a denim skirt. She was beatifull.

He opened his bag, and put the photo with his clothes, and finally leaves.

"What do you mean by you planted and idea in her mind?"

"That her world wasn't real. Eventually, the idea worked, because we killed ourselves in order to wake up into reality again, but once we were back again, I noticed something was wrong with her"

"She became insane"

"After wake up from that... after, after years, after decades... after we'd become old souls thrown back into youth like that... I knew something was wrong with her. She just wouldn't admit it. Eventually, she told me the truth. She was possessed by an idea, this one, very simple idea, that changed everything. That our world wasn't real. That she needed to wake up to come back to reality, that, in order to get back home, we had to kill ourselves"

"So, she jumped from that window and you didn't"

"I didn't, because I knew we weren't dreaming-"

"You infected her mind"

"No, I just planted and idea in her mind, to save her, but I didn't know that that idea could grown up like a cancer"

(1) Hello, I have a reservation. My name is Kate Franco.

(2) Yes, first floor, room eighteen.

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