Chapter 11!

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

"The first step, is accepting that you have a problem" The forger said, with a serious tone and a serious face.

"Eames, this is not a AA meeting! We are talking about our niece!"

"Haha, I know. Seriously Arthie, admit it. Go for it. Take her to your place, confess her your feelings and voilà!" His hands were on the air, like if he was showing him a magic solution for all the problems.

"Is not that easy. What you want me to say to her? 'I love you'? She's my goddaughter, and Dom thinks that I'll take care of her like a father"

"Well... Dom doesn't need to know. If you understand me"

"I understand you, but she's seventeen-"

"Almost eighteen" Eames cut Arthur's sentence, reminding him that she was turning eighteen in a couple months.

There were a long silent moment, until Arthur walked to Eames's room, and saw Phillipa sleeping under the covers. She was holding a book in her hands, and her hair was over her face.
He smiled at her, when Eames came to his room.

"She's an angel"

"I know. Go to sleep Arthie. I'm going with her in the morning"

Arthur couldn't sleep that night. All his past memories with Phillipa were running on his mind. He couldn't have feelings for her.

"Arthur, we were thinking, and we want you to be her godfather"

"Thanks, it's a- it's a honor to me"

"I know you'll take care of her"

"I will Mal"

The next morning, Phillipa woke up with the smell of coffee, and the noises from the kitchen. Eames was making breakfast.

"Morning"

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

"Yes. What time is it?"

"Almost ten. Let's have breakfast, and then we are going to Arthur's"

"He's in Paris?"

"He came back late in the night"

They ate while they watched some tv. Then, she packed her clothes and books, and went downstairs with Eames. They walked in silence the two blocks from Eames's flat to Arthur's.

"Can I visit you, dad?" Phillipa's words were sad.

"Of course you can. Just call me, ok?"

"Ok"

They arrived to Arthur's door, when they saw him coming from the grocery.

"Hello" He tried not to look at her, but his eyes betrayed him. She looked beautiful, as always.

"Hi"

She never made any eye contact with her uncle, and looked always at the floor.

"Well, I need to go. Philli, call me"

"I will, bye daddy"

They hugged. Arthur opened the door, and took some books from Phillipa's hand.

"Eames said that you are studying"

"I have an admission test in two weeks"

She tried to ignored him, but when they were inside, Phillipa broke the silence between them.

"I'm sorry for the-"

"No, it's ok-"

She ran into his arms and they hugged. Her hands where on his neck, and his on her waist.

"Thank you"

Her voice was trailed off. She broke the hug, and walked towards her room. Arthur knew it. It was going to be hard.

Jeez, it was hard to be so close to him, and feel away at the same time. I saw my books on the bed, and I just sat to read them, trying to focus on architecture, and forget him, for at least a moment.

I can't remember for how long I was there, because he entered my room, asking me if I wanted to lunch.

"Would you like to come with me and have lunch?"

He looked puzzled as he saw me lying on the bed with books everywhere.

"Yeah, just let me get dressed. It is a fancy place?"

"No, just a common place"

A few minutes later, I was ready for lunch. I was wearing a pair of red flat shoes, a denim skirt and a white camisole.

We walked in silence trought the parisian streets for a couple of blocks, when we arrive to the place. It was a lovely restaurant, very european.

We ate in silence, when he asked me about my plans for the semester.

"Architecture, huh?"

"Yeah, I love it"

"I know you'll be a good one"

I couldn't help but smile at the comment. He believed in me, in my talent and my desicion.

We finished, and then we went back to the apartment. Once we were inside, he gave me a red box.

"This is your key and a cell phone"

"You don't have-"

"You need this"

He smiled at me. That smile tat I used to love and love even today.

"Thank you. I'm going back to study"

I leave the room, and went back to mine.

Dom went back to L.A. At home, his children were on the garden, while Ariadne was in the kitchen.

"Ari"

"Dom, oh God! What had happened to you?"

Ariadne walked to hug her husband and took a close up on him. He looked worried, with dark circles under his eyes.

"She hates me Ari, she hates me"

"But- what happened?"

"I told her everything. Everything about Mal"

The books were a kind of scape route from him. I was decided to pass the test with the best record. I knew I could do it.

I was a day from the test and I was ready.

"Where are you going?"

Uncle Arthur was sitting at his desk, typing something on his computer, when he saw me with my handbag and my keys.

"I'm going to university. Maybe I can find some test to practice you know, tomorrow is the admission test"

"Be careful"

His gaze followed me until I closed the door.

I walked down the parisian streets, because I was very close to the architecture college. When I arrived, I found what I need it. I sat in the library and did the test. An hour later, I finished and compared it with the results from the books. It was perfect, I knew it.

It was a half past four when I left the building. In that moment, I realised that I was in Paris for two weeks and I didn't see anything about the city, so I started to walk.

The buildings and the european architecture were amazing, plus the museums and cathedrals.

I can't remember for how long I walked trought the city, but it was late. I went back home, when I noticed that I forgot my phone at my room.

He was at the kitchen when I arrived.

"Phillipa, do you know what time is it?"

His voice was full of angry, and concern at the same time. It was the first time I heard him like that.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's almost ten and I was calling you at your phone, but you never answered me!"

He yelled at me for the first time.

"I forgot it here-"

"I gave you a phone for safety and you-"

"I went to university, and then I realized that I didn't visit any place since I'm here. So I started to walk and I didn't realize it was late, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry uncle Artur...- I"

My voice was trailed of, and my eyes were full of tears. I had never seem him like that. And it was my fault.

"I will never do it again. I'm sorry"

I walked to my room, and dry my tears with my hands. I started to study again. I was very determinated to pass the admission test perfectly and don't disappoint him anymore.

Arthur sat in one of his kitchen's chair and sighed. He knew he had been very tough with her, and she didn't deserved it. Since she arrived to Paris, she had had to deal with her mother's story, and with the admission test. He'd never took her to see the city or to another place more than two or three blocks from his apartment.

He walked to her room to apologize to her when he saw her. The door was middle open, so he could see her. She was sitting on the floor, reading books and making notes, like if nothing had hapened to her before.

Her hands run over the pages of the different books, making notes and reading them. He knew she was trying very hard, and without a doubt, she was going to pass the test.

At the next morning, I woke up very early, I took a bath, and I got dressed for my admission test. I choose a simple light blue dress(*), wich fall over my knees, and I left my hair down.

It was six in the morning, early for the test, wich supposed to start at nine am. I packed my books, and leave a note on the fridge.

"Good morning uncle Arthur.

I'm going to university for the test.

Love, Phillipa"

Arthur woke up, feeling upset about the night before, when he remembered Phillipa's test. He ran to her room, and couldn't find her. But he saw the note on the fridge.

He made some coffe when an idea possesed his mind. He found the way to fix things with his goddaughter.

The head of the architecture department wasn't joking when he told me that the test was hard enough. It was hard. Pretty hard.

But the answers were on my mind. I knew all of them, and all I needed was concentrate myself. So I did. And after an hour later, one of the professors gave me the news.

"Congratulations Mrs Cobb, you are in. You got the best calification. I do know you'll be a great student"

An old man said, with a french accent.

I nodded, and smiled to myself. Finally, and after all, I passed the admission test, with the best record.

I looked at my phone, and I tought about telling my uncles about the news, but it was better telling them in person.

My phone rang, and I saw the ID, it was him.

"Hi uncle, I'm on my way to home-"

"Can you go to the front door, over the Ruseux rue?"

"Yeah..."

I walked to the principal door when I saw him. He was wearing a three piece suit, my favourite one from Armani. And he was standing close to a red bike with a white bun.

"Congratulations"

I ran to his arms, and we hug.

"I'm sorry about yesterday Phillipa"

"No, I' sorry, I should call you-"

"Let's forget it, okay? This is for you"

It was a red bike, with a vintage style, with a basket.

"I thought a car first, but a bike is more healthy, and perfect for Paris" He said while I looked at the bike.

"It's perfect. Thank you"

He sat on the seat, and smiled at me.

"Want a ride?"

I smiled at him, and sat on the top tube. That was the beginning. The beginnig of us.

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