Chapter 17!

Thanks to my reviewer MM12, and all the readers appreciated!

A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

They were sitting over the table, having dinner. The sleep beated up James who was sleeping on his room.

"Daddy, why is Ariadne moving here?"Asked a little Phillipa. Dom looked at her, leaving the spoon he was holding.

"We talked about this, remember?"Dom tried to sound calm when he thought that his previous answer would calm his daughter's curiosity.

"And where is she going to sleep? Because we don't have another room for her"

Dom looked at her one more time. She continued eating her salad, calmly.

"She's going to sleep in my room, because we are dating-"

"And mommy isn't mad?"

Dom cleared his throat, and tried to keep his tears on his eyes.

"No sweetie, she's not mad. She'll be happy, I promise"

Phillipa finished her food, leave the table and walked to his room in silence. Dom just stayed there, looking at Mal's picture in front of him. He asked himself if Mal was mad or not.

"Phillipa, he loves you"

A woman was standing in front of her, in a hotel room. Everything there was broken down. When she walked to her, she stepped a glass over the floor. That noise made her mother frown.

"Mum?"

"Look at your hand. That's the ring your father gave me once"

Mal walked and they both sat on the couch. She took her daughter's hand and made her look at the ring.

"Dom said that he had a dream. That we'd grow old together but... he betrayed me"

"He infected your mind-"

"Arthur loves you. But don't let him hurt you"

"He'll never do that, I know him-"

Mal stood up and walked to the window. She sat over the edge of the window, and Phillipa ran to her.

"Don't jump mum, please. Step back inside"

"He'll hurt you. He is going to leave you alone"

Phillipa grabbed her arm, trying to keep her inside, but Mal throw a shoe to the street.

"You don't know what is to be a lover, a half of a whole. You'll never understand"

Mal jumped.

She woke up suddenly, with tears on her eyes and her breathing was becoming faster and faster. Arthur woke up beside her, and tried to calm her.

"Honey, what happ-"

"She jumped... And I- Tell me you are not going to leave me! Promise me!"

"I-I'm not going to leave you. Phillipa tell me what happened!"

He tried to sound calm, but he was nervous. She was there, looking frenetically for something in her hands. She saw the ring and inmediatly removed it from her finger and throw it to the wall in front of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"She was in my dream. She said that Dom gave her that ring, that he promised they'd grow old together, but he lied, he betrayed her!"

She sat on the bed naked, regardless and just covered with a sheet. Arthur took her hands, and her face.

"It was a dream, you're ok now"

"How I know this is reality? How I know you're not a projection? How I know you're not lying to me?"

Arthur looked on his table for his loaded dice. He rolled it once, and looked at her.

"My totem remember? If I rolled it once-"

She nodded, understanding and remembering about is totem. They were on reality. She was safe.

"She dreamt about Mal?"

"Yes. I should stop this, before it become worst"

The Forger and the Point Man were sitting in a little cafe in front of Phillipa's university, waiting for her. The day was cloudy, and it seemed it was going to rain. The forger lighted up a cigarette, and looked to the building in front of them.

"What did she do with the ring?"

"She throw it up to the wall. I told her it was from her mother, that Dom came here and gave it to you for her. But she didn't accept it"

"Oh, Smith called me"

Arthur frowned, and looked at the Forger. Eames was calm, smoking his cigarette, while his eyes were lost on the waitress from the shop.

"'Oh, Smith called me'" The Point Man said, trying to sound like the Brit, even with the accent.

"And?"

Eames went back to Arthur, drinking is coffee.

"And you ask? What did he tell you?"

Eames finishes his coffee, and then changed his position over the chair. He looked at any direction and then, he went more close to Arthur.

"He wants me for a job. When I talked to him, I thought he was needing a forgery class, but he said that they need a forger"

"What did you said?"

He tried to sound calmly, when he was very intriguing.

"He asked me for a coffee next monday. And they need you too"

Arthur looked at the university. It missing fifteen minutes until Phillipa finished her classes. Eames's face was serious.

"I can't"

"Why? You're the most requested Point Man, Arthur. Oh, and don't forget that you're not cheap-"

"Don't talk like that! You make me look like a... a- you know"

Arthur sighed, while Eames just lighted up another cigarette.

"I'm in. That bastard will pay what my work worth, and it's a lot of money!"

The forger smiled, and his face changed, from the most seriousness to a huge hapiness. Arthur just couldn't understand him. He was going to work with the most dangerous team in the world. They just take jobs that other extractor's or teams reject. Because if they need to go into limbo in order to perform a job, the whole team go. But that wasn't all the bad part. They work with dangerous jobs. Jobs that any other extractor will reject for the gravity of the request.

"Eames, you are not serious, aren't you? Smith's team only do dangerous jobs"

"Well Arthie, we all need some action once in a while, don't you think?" The forger winked at the Point Man.

"Shut up"

"So, are you coming or not?"

"No, I'm not going to work with them. Not with Smith again"

Arthur drank another sip, while Eames just stared at him. It was an old problem between Arthur and Smith that Eames had ignored before.

"What's your problem with him?"

"Smith was Cobb's main competitor. As we know, Smith is just a forger, but when I started to work with Cobb, he was very famous for his multiple works. One time, there were some extractors who said that he performed an extraction just by himself. He was the architect, the extractor, and even the forger. We don't really know if that was true, but then, he and his team became very famous for his jobs"

"You worked with him?"

"Before Cobb. The job was simple, and as far as I knew, we were going to extract some bank accounts the mark was hiding from her wife. But it was a Smith's lie. He want to incept an idea, that the mark commit suicide, to leave his wife all his fortune"

Eames tried to push things, but before that, Arthur continued with his talk.

"I stayed in the second level. Eventually, I knew someting was wrong becuse you don't need to go more than two levels in order to extract an idea. So once we wake up, a couple days later, the mark shoot himself. I did a deep research on him before the job. He wasn't a man with psicologics issues Eames"

"And what happened later?"

"I found out the truth, and I confronted him. I hated the idea of being in a team with him. He made someone commit suicide for money"

"Well, we can't speak about morals and ethics when we navegate into people's mind and steal ideas"

"Is not the same. We can steal ideas, bank accounts, affairs, secrets. But we don't kill people"

They looked at the building. Phillipa was walking to them with her bike.

"Come with me. I want to know about his job offer"

Arthur stood up and looked at the Forger.

"I'm going with you. He and his team are so arrogant about their work that is hard to believe that they 'need' us"

So, I'm introducing a new character!

Please, tell me what you think about Smith, how you imagine him...

As always, SUGGESTIONS/IDEAS/GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS/EVERYTHING ARE WELCOME!

Thanks for reading,

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