A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

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"You can't be here, doll. He will know eventually, we both also know he's not an idiot"

"I'll go to Anne's. Maybe if I talk to her parents-"

Eames turned around to face her. It was clear that Anne was Smith's daughter, but he didn't knew Phillipa had met him.

"You know her parents?"

"Yeah, they are lovely. Mr Smith thinks that my sketches are amazing. He's so sweet"

If she was staying at Anne's, things were going to be difficult. It was a fact that Smith knew about Phillipa, that she was Dom's daughter, and she was living in Paris with Arthur. Something inside him couldn't let her go with him. There was something else.

"Stay here. You can sleep in my bed-"

"Don't tell him, please"

Eames lighted up a cigarette, and took his jacket with him. Before he could open the door, she grabbed his arm. The moon's light through the windows made her tears shone in the darkness of the room. The warmness of her touch made him think about it twice.

"Let's do this. You can stay here all the time you need, but you have to talk to him. Face it, love. You can't stay here, hidden from him all your life"

He embraced her tightly, as she closed her eyes, whispering thanks to him.

"So, what did he say?"

Ariadne finished washing the dishes when her husband hang the phone.

"He said she's fine. I really want to surprise her, but I don't know how is she going to react"

"Phillipa is gonna be happy seeing James and Paris, but I think you should go alone with them"

Her voice was down, and her eyes were looking directly to his.

"We both know she was mad at me when she leave. And we both know that during all these years... she wasn't happy with me"

"Don't say that Ari-"

"Is the truth, Dom"

The petite brunette was rubbing her eyes when she finished a new model. She looked at her watch. It was late, and she had classes next morning.

On her desk, were a few pictures Dominique had sent her. Her father told her he had a client that wanted a house like one he saw in United States. It was all made of wood, with hills outside the garden and a lovely porche. She also had a few pictures from the inside the house. It was lovely, and the light coming from the outside made it perfect.

"Its late honey. Go to sleep"

Her dad was standing at her door, looking how she made her way to here bed.

"Its perfect. You made a great job, Anne"

As soon as she rested her head on the pillow, she fall asleep.

Smith took the pictures Dominique had sent from L.A, and looked at the maze in front of him. It was more than perfect.

The Point Man sat on her bed, closing his eyes, remembering the events of the night. He shouldn't had to be so tough with her. He never would hurt her,, she was the last person he would hurt in the world. But something inside his head couldn't let him love her completely. Months before, she was Dom's daughter, and he couldn't let himself to touch her. Then, it was the age difference. He had knew her since she had minutes alive. He had hold her with his own hands, the same hands that used to touch every part of her now.

But there was something else. Something very inside him that couldn't let him love.

Arthur could smell her scent on her pillow, and every part of his apartment had her touch. His desk, full of paper, photos and sketches. The bathroom, full of make up everywhere.

"I told her to be organized" He murmured to himself.

Even the kitchen brought him moments, moments that he wanted to live again. He went to his room, opened his closet, and took a silvercase with him.

He needed to dream about her one more time.

"Stay with me. I can't sleep alone"

He nodded at her, and rested beside her. Her head fall on his chest, and she sighed, trying to sleep. The forger was already tired, thinking now about her situation, and his.

"You know, there was a time you used to liked me"

"Really? When was that?"

"The time you went to L.A, and we went to the movies. We saw (500)days of Summer. And you said Tom looked so much like Arthur"

Eames put one arm around her shoulder, remembering that day. He was enjoying some holidays from a hard extraction, and he went straight to the States. Phillipa was his only niece, and he loves her a lot. She was so like Mal, the woman that used to be his friend before her death.

"And he was! It's like Joseph Gordon-Levitt is his twin brother"

"Uncle Eames... You know what the doctors said to Arthur, right?"

He was looking at the photo album, looking for the signals. As Ariadne told him before, Phillipa had never accepted her like her father's new partner. He knew that maybe she was jealous, or maybe it was about Mal. But he knew it when he remembered a moment.

Phillipa had cutted her hair by himself, and wave it.

"You look beautiful honey"

He greeted her, as she was having breakfast with him and his wife. But maybe it wasn't her intention, but Ariadne made a comment that Phillipa couldn't ignore.

"You look like your mother"

She finished her milk, and without saying a word, she walked out to school.

"Let's sleep"

"Why you don't want to tell me?"

"I'm not the right person to tell you, princess. I know how hurt you're feeling now, but there are things you have to talk with him"

Phillipa nodded, and rested her head on his chest, again.

Pure crap I know. But next chapter I promise, is going to make a twist in the story...

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