Got another chapter for all of you! I must admit, this one got a little off base. Sorry up front. I promise I will get back to the point in the next chapter.

Also, I threw in a 'Lincoln' Reference. Bonus love to anyone who gets it. ;-)

I hope you all enjoy and like before, I own nothing.

Chapter 6: Wrongful Judgments

Eames was woken up to the sound of his phone going off. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately closed them. The sun was way too bright and his head was bounding like a freaking freight train had run right through it. He rolled over and reached onto the nightstand where his phone usually was.

Except it wasn't where he usually had it.

He could still hear it going off so it was in the room. He always put his phone on the nightstand. It was one of his nightly rituals. He opened his eyes and looked at the nightstand. That's when he realized it wasn't his nightstand. He wasn't at his house. He quickly closed his eyes again and took a deep breath.

Shit.

He rolled over and slowly opened his eyes again to see who he had gone home with last night. That had to be the only explanation as to why he wasn't at his home since he didn't remember anything.

Eames bolted out of bed when he saw that is was Gabriella who was asleep next to him.

"Fuck." He whispered as he frantically found his clothes and pulled them on as quickly as possible. He needed to get the hell away from here. His phone fell out of his pocket as he pulled his pants on. He saw that it was Yusuf who had called him.

"Eames?" He looked over and saw Gabriella sitting up. "What's wrong?"

"Everything." Eames said, sitting on the bed so he could put his shoes on.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Eames jumped when Gabriella reached over and touched him. "Belden, what is the matter?" She asked more sternly. Eames immediately stood up and turned around to face her.

"First, don't call me that. I have told you a million times not to call me that. Second, I don't remember last night, okay. I was drunk off my ass and don't remember anything. Third, whatever happened last night will never happen again." He saw her face fall.

"What?"

"Last night was a mistake, okay. I never had any intention of sleeping with you. Ever."

"Then why did you?"

"I was drunk and upset. You took advantage of that and it is not happening again."

"Eames, whether you were drunk or not, you still slept with me. That means you wanted to. Somewhere deep down, you did."

"No. I really didn't." He hissed out as he buttoned up his shirt. "In all honesty, I really can't stand you Gabriella. You are a vain and horrible person. All you care about is yourself. You use people to get what you want."

"What?"

"Yeah, so, this will never happen again." Eames gave her one last look before leaving her apartment.

God he was such an idiot. He really shouldn't have gone out last night. On the way to the bar his gut kept telling him to just go home. But he ignored it, like usual.

He pulled out his phone. He probably should call Yusuf back.

"Eames, where the hell are you?"

"Sorry Yusuf, horrible night last night."

"What happened?" Eames let out a small sigh.

"I went home with Gabriella."

"What? Why?"

"I was drunk and stupid."

"Well, I came over to give you Arthur's medicine."

"Arthur?"

"Yeah. I went over to talk with him yesterday, like I told you I would."

"Oh." Eames had forgotten about that.

"You'll still go over there, right?" Eames was silent for a bit. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to. But he couldn't let Yusuf down. Yusuf was counting on him. And he had already sort of promised Yusuf that he would.

"Yeah, I can."

"Good. Because Arthur agreed to be civil." Eames rolled his eyes. Yeah, somehow Eames doubted that. "When can you be here?"

"Give me ten minutes." Eames said as he hung up and made his way back home as quickly as he could.

Eames made his way over to Arthur's the next day. He had waited long enough. It was almost five in the evening. He just couldn't for the life of him get motivated to get up and go over there. He knew he had to, he just didn't want to.

But Yusuf had given him a stern talking to about being civil and doing the right thing yesterday. Arthur needed this medicine. And Eames needed to be a good person and help him out. It was the right thing to do.

Not that Arthur would ever do the same thing for him. But that wasn't really important right now.

But Eames couldn't help but think about how Arthur had acted when he first saw Eames that day. He had seemed almost infatuated with him. Eames knew that wasn't the right word. Arthur acted like he was in awe, like seeing Eames for the first time was the most amazing thing in the world at that particular moment.

But Arthur had seemed so happy to see him when he didn't even know who Eames was. It was all so frustrating. It was nothing like how Eames had expected their first meeting to be.

Eames pulled up to Arthur's house and parked. He let out a small sigh as he got out and walked up to the front door. It had already seemed like it had been ages since he had last been here where it has only been a few days. Amazing how time seems to fly bye.

He let out a small sigh as he rang the door bell. It took only a few moments for someone to answer. Eames looked up and saw a short woman looking up at him. She was new.

"Hello." Eames said with a smile. Always a good thing to be friendly. She smiled back.

"Oh, you must be Eames." She then stepped aside. "Come in. We have been waiting for you."

"Yeah, sorry I am a bit late."

"It is quite alright." She said as she closed the door. "Oh, I'm Ariadne by the way."

"Do you live here as well?" He asked with a small laugh.

"Yeah. I moved in after the curse happened. But I am getting married soon so," Eames looked over and smiled.

"Congratulations. Who are you marrying?" Eames didn't want to assume it was a man. You never could be too sure these days.

"Robert Fischer."

"Oh. I think I have heard of you around the office."

"Hopefully good things." She said with a laugh. Eames nodded.

"Of course. Hopefully you haven't done anything to make people misjudge you." She just gave a little laugh.

"Well, Arthur is up in his room. Just knock before you go in." Eames nodded and made his way up the stairs. He couldn't help the feeling of nervousness that came over him again. Just like last time. He couldn't help the feeling that Arthur might be waiting in his room with a gun ready to kill him.

He walked up to Arthur's door and knocked.

"It opens." Arthur said from inside. He didn't sound angry. He really just sounded very uninterested. Eames took a deep breath and walked in. He could be civil. He could. He can do this. He was trained to put up with things like this. He had put up with Gabriella for quite a while now. He could deal with Arthur's shit for a few minutes.

He looked around and saw that the room was still as dark as it was before. The rose was still in the same spot, like before. Really, nothing had changed. Not that he expected it to, but still.

Eames' eyes then fell upon the form of Arthur. He was lying on his bed reading a book and looking quite relaxed. He was in jeans and a button up shirt that was unbuttoned revealing his scarred chest, which was shockingly toned. Eames couldn't help but think that Arthur looked very beautiful in that moment.

Of course, it was ruined when Arthur looked over at him.

"You smell funny." He said, sitting up. Eames almost laughed but saw that Arthur looked quite disgusted. He wasn't joking.

"Um, I showered before I came over here so..." Eames said as he walked over to the bed, setting the briefcase down. Arthur just looked at him.

"It's not that. I can smell better now with this curse. Each person has a specific scent that is them. And you smell different than you did a few days ago."

"Oh. Well, sorry." Arthur gave him one last look before taking off his shirt fully. Eames took a deep breath. Even if Arthur was cursed with all these scars and looking like monster, Eames couldn't help but notice that Arthur was still beautiful in his own way. He did have that reputation for a reason. It was weird that he still seemed beautiful. Eames knew he wasn't supposed to be. He was cursed for that reason.

Arthur stuck out his arm as Eames got everything together. He didn't need to be thinking about Arthur being beautiful. Somehow he knew Arthur would kill him if he knew Eames was thinking about that.

"So, how have you been?" Eames asked, trying to be nice and civil, like Yusuf had asked. And what better way than to start a normal conversation.

"Really?" Arthur asked as he closed his eyes. Eames injected the needle.

"Just trying to be sociable and start a conversation."

"Well don't." Eames pulled the needle out.

"Why not? I am trying to be nice here. It is awkward when it is silent."

"I didn't ask you to be nice."

"I didn't have to come here you know." Eames said, packing up his stuff. Arthur sat up and pulled his shirt back on.

"Yeah, well, I can have anyone give me the medicine you know."

"No you can't you little ass. Yusuf is the only one who has the medicine and he entrusted it to me." Arthur stood up so that he was face to face with Eames. Eames couldn't help but feel a little bit terrified. He had seen those claws on Arthur. They were mighty dangerous. It wouldn't take much to slice a good chunk out of his skin to possibly kill him.

"Why don't you get the fuck out of my house Mr. Eames? You smell awful and it's giving me a headache."

"What? Arthur. Come on. I am just trying to be nice okay. Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you? Besides just exist."

"You want to know why I hate you so much." Arthur asked, stepping forward, causing Eames to back up until he was against the wall. "Do you think that it will make everything better?"

"No. But I think I deserve to know."

"The truth is Belden." Arthur hissed out. "Is that you are fake. You act like you are this great person but you aren't. You are just trying to be what everyone wants you to be."

"Wha…."

"You are nothing. Just a lame excuse of a man."

"Now listen here…" Eames said, stepping forward, but Arthur grabbed him by the neck and slammed him back into the wall.

"Oh, I'm not finished yet. You are a worthless piece of shit that will do anything to get further on in life, including sleeping his way to get to the top."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gabriella. I can smell her all over you. And don't deny that you didn't fuck her. I saw you go home with her the other night." Eames' eyes widened. How did he know about that? Arthur gave a little laugh. "Surprised?"

"How?" Eames whispered out.

"I tracked you that night. Not to apologize, just to see if I was right about you. I was in the bar and saw you go home with her. The fact that her scent is all over you is all the confirmation that I need." Eames felt his hand relax so he took the opportunity to shove him away.

"So what? Gabriella has a lower position than I do. I would not be sleeping my way to the top when it comes to her."

"But she is my replacement!" Arthur hissed out. "She will have one of the highest spots at the company once I'm gone." Eames just looked at him. Arthur seemed really upset over this. It was kind of odd and it didn't make any sense. "So, ask me again why I could never like anything about you."

"Who are you to judge me, Mr. Callahan." Eames said. "Let's take a look at your wonderful life, shall we."

"That is unimportant…" Arthur said, backing away.

"Oh no. You don't get to judge me then walk away. Aren't you curious as to why I hate you?" Arthur turned and glared at him. Eames was sure he even saw his nostrils flare. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to upset Arthur but he didn't care at the moment.

"Alright. Enlighten me on your hatred." Arthur replied.

"Fine. You are the arrogant asshole. You always acted like you were God's gift to man. You would sit there and think that everyone was in love with you and wanted to fuck you but in reality you are just a lonely man. Sure you have friends, but do you even actually care about them? Do they even really care about you? You care about nothing but yourself. You are the selfish one. You are the fake man."

"All of that has nothing to do with you." Arthur said quietly. He didn't sound upset. In fact, he sounded rather unemotional all together. "Why would any of that matter to you?"

"But then it does. You see, every time you emailed me, you made me feel like I was the scum of the earth and not worth the time of day. Well fuck you Arthur. I am not some con man. Sure I had some problems before I got this job but I got my degree. And I got it legally. I love my job and I try to do my best every day, hoping that someday, I will truly impress you but that day never comes because you don't even give me a chance. Everyone else sees it but you don't. You are just so vain. You want everyone to have their focus on you. Well, newsflash Arthur. Everyone at the office hates you."

"That is not news to me Mr. Eames. I heard what Gabriella said last night."

"Oh yeah, and about her. You are wrong. Yeah I slept with her. But it was a mistake, alright. I can't stand her because she is just like you. Both of your vanity could fill up the entire Earth!" Eames shouted as he glared at Arthur.

Arthur was just standing there looking down at his feet.

"And look where that got you Arthur. You got cursed. You don't deserve anyone's pity." Arthur looked up at him then. "You deserve what you got because now you are just as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside." There were a few moments of silence after that. Eames was breathing hard and getting a little bit nervous because Arthur had not full on attacked him yet. Arthur was just staring at him before he finally took a step forward and spoke.

"Are you finished?"

"Not yet." Eames whispered. "I am done coming here." Eames said, walking over and taking the briefcase. "You deserve to suffer for everything that you have done. You don't need any easy way out."

"What?" Arthur hissed out. Eames didn't respond. He just turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut. He quickly walked down the stairs and went straight for the front door. As he opened it he froze when he heard a blood curling growl. He turned around and was met by the angry face of Arthur. He felt the door close behind him before he was shoved against it.

"You worthless piece of shit!" Arthur hissed out. "Do you really think I am that stupid? Your speech up there was brilliant but it was full of lies. I researched you, Belden Eames. Your mother left you and your father when you were five because she couldn't handle being a mother. But she killed herself a few years later. Your father went insane and was put away into a mental hospital. He is still there today, babbling like an idiot thinking he is some great inventor. You don't even visit him anymore because he is so lost in his own world he doesn't know you anymore. You were arrested so many times for forging documents for other people and making fake IDs. I believe there could even be some theft charges in there somewhere." Eames' eyes widened. No one knew that about him. He never told anyone about his life. He had made sure those facts were harder than hell to find. "I looked at your so called diploma. It is a fucking forge. So, please, enlighten me about where it is I am wrong in my judgment about you." Arthur hissed out. Eames looked at him as he fought back tears.

But one escaped. He couldn't help it. Eames watched as Arthur took a step back. Eames shouldn't be crying. He shouldn't. But bringing up his family really bothered him.

"Well, I guess that clears everything up then, doesn't it?" Eames then shoved him away and walked out.

He got into his car as fast as he could and drove off. There was no way he was going back there now.

Well, that is it. Hope you all are with me after that. Next chapter should be more interesting, I promise.

Also, in terms of this with Beauty and the Beast, this chapter is when the Beast scares Belle and she runs off. In case you didn't know. So the next chapter will deal with Arthur going to 'save' Eames. =)