Chapter 9!

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A/N: I DON'T OWN INCEPTION!

"An Inception?"

"Inception in the opposite from extraction. I planted an idea instead of steal it. A japanese magnate hired me to perform an inception in his main competitor. I did it, so he changed my situation in the States"

"And how was Ariadne involved in all this? You said she helped you"

"Miles introduces us. She was the architect in the Inception job. I used to conect myself to the PASIV to be with Mal. In those dreams we were together again, with you and your brother. It was the only way I could still dreaming. Ariadne connected herself one night, and found that out"

"What?"

"She knew that Mal was bursting my subconcious, that I couldn't let her go. I just made a prision of memories to lock her in"

"I don't understand-"

"I couldn't let her go, so I connected myself everytime I could to dream about her one more time. And that was dangerous, because I could lost my grasp in what was real and what wasn't. Eventually, she went with me into Limbo, the worst place of the mind... Limbo was the place were your mother and I were for decades, before she killed herself. Ariadne helped me to let go Mal, and perform the job"

"What do you mean by she helped to let her go?"

"In those dreams, she was a shade. She wasn't the real Mal. She was just a shade of my wife, a shade of your mother, and Ariadne helped me to understand the fact that she was just a projection of my feel of guilty. You can't understand... I almost lost myself"

"What happened later?"

"I woke up in the middle of the plane to L.A. Saito made the phone call, and I could pass inmigration without a problem"

"I'm talking about mum"

"Since that day, I haven't dreamt about her anymore. I can dream now, because more you use a PASIV, then you can't dream on you own"

I lit a cigarette and my eyes were full of tears. I was speechless.

"I am not going back home"

"How-"

"You want to know how, why and with I'm staying, right? I've savings you know, from all my birthdays and past presents. I'm here with uncle Eames"

"Eames? But he lives in Mombassa-"

"Not anymore. I should be going back, he'll worried"

"I want to talk to him"

They leave the hotel and Phillipa took is father to Eames's flat. It was very late, and she knew he was sleeping in that moment.

She opened te door with the key he had gave to her, and she sat on the couch, smoking another cigarette while Dom looked frenetically for the forger.

He found him, sleeping on his bed in the other room.

"Eames!"

"BLOODY HELL, DON'T SCREAM LIKE THAT!"

"We need to talk"

"I know, I know. You want to punch me in the face-"

"Why is she here with you?"

"You know why she is here, in Paris"

"Yes, but I don't know why she is with you and not with Miles or-"

"Ok, ok, I get it. Where is she?"

They walked to the living room, where Phillipa was smoking calmly.

"Hi uncle E"

"Do you mind telling your father why are you here, love?"

"I told you before dad, grandpa's place is too tiny and I didn't want to bother him"

"We are going back to L.A-"

"I told you. I'm not going back-"

"You are my daughter, and you are going to do what I said!"

"Dom, I think-"

"SHUT UP EAMES!"

"DON'T TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!"

Dom almost slapped her again, but he didn't. Phillipa started to cry, and Eames tried to calm her.

"Dom, lets go for a walk. Sweetie, can you stay here for a moment?"

"I should jump from my window, like mum did! I hate you-"

"Phillipa, please-"

"No uncle Eames. I hate him, he's not my father anymore... I wish you be my father!"

"I'm so sorry"

"Don't be sorry Dom, because you are not my father anymore. You are nothing to me"

Eames took Dom downstairs, and they went to the streets for a walk.

"Did you talk to her?"

"I told her everything"

"Give her time Dom. I'll take care of her, you don't need to worry"

"Sorry for- for everything. I know you'll take care of her"

Dom sighed and looked at the sky. It was going to dawn soon.

"I'll send you a check-"

"It's not necessary. I'll make sure she's going to university"

"Just... "

"Don't worry. She will call you"

"What did I do wrong, Eames?"

Eames lit a cigarette and raised an eyebrow to Dom. He looked at the forger, who was looking into his eyes.

"Do you want to know?"

After a pause, Dom nodded with is head.

"Well, I don't really know. You have to figure that out by yourself. Look, I'm not a daddy, father, dad or whatever you call it, but my opinion is simple. Give her some time to clear her mind and thoughts"

"Thanks Eames. Please, make me know how's she doing"

"I'll. Give Ari a kiss from me"

Eames walked back to his flat. When he opened the door, he found Phillipa sleeping on his couch. The sun was already on the sky, and the noises of the parisian city started to raise slowly.

"Philli love, come to bed"

He helped her to stand up, and took her to his bed.

"Now, you need to sleep sweetie"

"Thank you uncle E"

"So, what did he tell you?"

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am. Did he tell you the truth, or... a lie?"

"I don't know-"

"He'd lied to you. He killed me"

"Mum?"

"I'll tell you a riddle. You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter, you know why?"

"Because you'll together"

Mal took a knife and stabbed in her stomach. She woke up automatically, screaming and crying.

"NO MUM, PLEASE!"

Eames was cooking when he heard her screaming and ran to his room. He found her crying and touching her stomach, looking for something.

"I'm bleeding!"

"Wha-, you are not bleeding, what happened Philli?"

"She-she tried to kill me"

"Just relax, and breath"

She calmed down, and stopped crying.

"I had a dream. I was in a hotel, and everything was broken down. She was there, and asked me if Dom told me te truth or a lie, and said that Dom killed her. Then, I recognize her. It was my mother"

"Mal?"

"Yes, and she told me something... a riddle. 'You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter'"

"Because you'll be together"

"How you know?"

"It was a riddle she used to say before-"

"And she attacked me with a knife on my stomach and I wake up"

Eames hugged her.

"It's ok sweetie, you are fine"

"But it was so real... how I know I'm not dreaming? Maybe I'm sharing a dream, how-"

"You are not dreaming. Look this"

Eames put out from his pocket a red poker chip and rolled it between his fingers. The poker chip always showed the two different faces of it.

"This is my totem. It helps me to know if Im dreaming or not"

"How?"

"In a dream, if I roll it between my fingers, it would show me the same face. But in reality, I can see the two sides of it"

"It was your idea?"

"No, it was Mal's"

"I need to talk with uncle Arthur"

"He's out for a job so you'll be with me-"

"When he's coming back?"

"Tomorrow, I don't now for sure. Come on, let's eat something"

Arthur was in the train to the Vatican, in order to perform an extraction on a priest, who others believe he was stealing important documents from the curch, when his cell phone began to ring. He looked at it, it was Dom.

"Dom"

"Arthur, I need to talk to you. Where are you?"

"I'm doing to the Vatican for a job. Is something wrong?"

"I need to see you, I can't talk this by phone-"

"Well, I can go to L.A tomorrow or-"

"I'm in Paris"

"Met me in front of the Pisa Tower, tomorrow at 9 a.m"

"Is urgent or-?"

"Is about Phillipa"

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