Chapter 22!

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A/N1: I GAVE THE STORY A LITTLE TWIST AT THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER, SO PEOPLE... ANNE HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH SMITH? CHECK IT IN THIS CHAPTER!

I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION!

He rolled his spinning top over his bedtable, and it fell. He wasn't dreaming. She wasn't real.

"Dom? What happened?"

"Mal. Mal told me something"

Ariadne looked confused, while his husband ran to his bathroom and refreshed his face with cold water. His forehead has sweat, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Dom, look at me I'm real. Everything is alright"

"I know"

She saw his totem over the floor. She haven't see it for a long time.

"She told me that I broke Phillipa's heart. And he was trying to fix it"

"Who?"

They sat on the bed, while he rubbed his temples. The dream was hitting his mind on pieces. Mal and the violet dress, the streets, the house in front of them...

"We were walking on a desolated street. Everything there was destroyed, everything but one thing. Our house. She said that Phillipa was broken, but he was fixing her heart. I tried to asked her who, but she smiled at me, telling me that I will find out soon"

Arthur's and Eames's face became pale. If they weren't wrong, that was Smith's fake architecture studio, in wich clients go and ask him for extractions.

"See? That is how Anne is one of the best student of our class"

The petite girl continued eating, and Eames looked at Arthur. With just one look they understood the other perfectly.

"That-that's great. Do you want to work with your parents, Anne?"

"Oui, but I already work with them. I designed a few things"

"Yeah, her last work was about a building that looked completly like a maze inside"

Phillipa's comment made them froze. She was Smith's daughter.

"Well darling, I would like to see your work some day. I don't know anything about architecture"

Anne looked for something inside her bag. Arthur looked at Eames and they shared a worried look. Maybe she didn't know about her parent's work. But they needed to investigate her.

"I have some sketches here. It's the building like look like a maze inside. If you look here -she pointed a few details over the paper- you can see how the rooms of the building aren't one down the other"

Arthur, who knew a little bit more that Eames about architecture looked at those sketches. It was the perfect maze ever.

"It's- it's beautiful"

Phillipa smiled at her friend. She was very proud of her, plus, she loved Anne like her sister.

"But is a shame. It can't be actually built"

The Point Man looked at Phillipa who was smiling at him.

"What do you mean?"

"That that building can't be built. There are parametres and physics laws you know. I don't want to boring you with a class of physics and buildings, but it can't be built. Isn't it, Anne?"

"Pipa is right. I created it, and I told my dad about that, but he liked and he keep it. This is a copy. He always keeps my sketches. He's used to say that someday those will be built, but it's imposible"

"Tell me honey, what do you think they are going to do?"

"Eames is thinking about it now. He's not a fool, love. It's twenty millons to each one, and he likes money"

The french woman was examining her nails while Smith drove to his studio.

"What about Mr Woods? He's not going to do it"

He smiled at her before answer.

"That's what you think my dear. I know him. He will accept, or... We will have to force him"

"And how will we convince him to work without telling him about the mark? For me, I only saw him once, today. And he don't look like a fool, honey"

"Well, trust me when I'm telling you that he will. But eventually, he will found out once we are inside"

They finished the lunch, and Anne went to her home, and the others went to Arthur's apartment.

"Philli, go to have rest"

She nodded tired and went to her room. He made sure that she was asleep, and closed her door. Eames was smoking in the kitchen, with his face inside the fridge.

"Don't infect my food with your cigarettes. And we ate already!"

"Hey, don't blame me! You didn't asked for dessert"

Arthur sighed, and he sat on one chair, in front of the forger.

"She's his daughter, Eames. I don't know what to think. She's Philli's best friend... what if she's spying us? Or- Can you stop eating that and pay attention!"

The Forger was eating a piece of cake from the fridge, and he wasn't paying any attention to Arthur.

"This is delicious, she made it?"

"Stop it Eames. I'm serious"

He closed the fridge's door, and sat in front of the Point Man.

"I would not think that about Anne. I met her before you. She's shy, lovely, and those glasses make her look like a nerd, but I don't think so"

"So what? It's a coincidence? They have the same schedules at university, they always work together they are the best of their class. Is that a coincidence?"

"For me, yes. Arthie think about it for a second. You can't separate them. You heard Philli today. She loves her like her own sister. Anne is her only friend here in Paris"

Arthur thought about it for a second. The Forger was right. He couldn't do that to Philli. Maybe it was all a coincidence.

"Bonjour Anne! How was university today?"

Anne leave her books over her desk and turned to see her mother.

"Tres bien. Today I have luch with Pipa"

"Pipa... is she your american friend?"

Anne sighed, while she took off her glasses. "She's my only friend, maman"

Antoinette took her daughter's bag, and dropped a few books and folders. She tried to pick them up, when she saw a label with a different name. It wasn't her daughter's folder.

"Oh, I forgot to give Pipa her folder"

"This is from your friend?"

"Oui, Phillipa Cobb"

A/N: :O

I'm surprised. I didn't plan this chapter. It just came up while I was writting it :)

Hope you liked it. Dom and Ari made a little appearance at the beggining. I have a bad feeling about Dom...

Stick with this!

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