Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.

"You two will be sleeping in here." Gwen Ogilvie smiled fondly as she led Arthur and Ariadne to a small bedroom. As she opened the door, Ariadne noticed that it had a freshly made double bed, and a vase sitting on the side, filled with flowers. She felt a spurt of appreciation for Gwen's efforts to make them welcome.

Gwen leaned over, and kissed Ariadne's cheek. "So glad you're with us." Turning, she began to close the door.

Arthur sighed and sat down. Ariadne settled next to him. "Are you-"

"No." He looked at her, his expression sad. "I'm sorry. Its just my Dad has this ability to make me feel-" he held up two fingers indicating a tiny distance - "this big." He stared at the ceiling.

"Maybe you should-"

"Hmmm?" He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Just try and talk to him, alone?" She watched, nervously, for his reaction. He bit his lip, and then, to her relief, slowly nodded.

"Perhaps that's the best way." He reached over, and they linked hands. Smiling, he pulled her close, their lips touching.

"Arthur!"

He blinked. "One moment," he said, softly, kissing her. He got up, and opened the door. "Hi Mom."

"Arthur, dinner's at half seven." His mother sounded slightly nervous. "Is that all right?"

"Perfect," he said, reassuringly. He closed the door, and came back to the bed, stretching on it. Ariadne cuddled up beside him.

As he stroked her hair, her eyes began to close. The room started to melt away...

...And she was in a dining room. Modern, clean - her parents' dining room. Her mother was frowning at her.

"What's this I hear about you missing gym class?" Her mother shook her head. "You know that we have an agreement - you need to exercise!"

Ariadne felt her food turn to ashes in her mouth. She looked at her plate. Her baked fish and wild rice suddenly looked unappetising and repulsive. Swallowing, she put her fork down.

"Mom, you know I'm taking an extra credit art class," she said, calmly. She speared a piece of salad. "It happened to run this week during gym, so-"

"Ariadne, that isn't the point," her father interrupted. "Your mother and I have made our feelings on this clear. You need to get that weight off!"

Ariadne felt her face flush. "I only have 5lbs to lose, at most," she responded.

"That five will turn into fifteen if you don't watch it," her mother lectured, darkly. "And who will date you then? You know boys your age don't like chubby girls, and the only men who like fat girls are-"

"MOM!" Ariadne tried to scream. Suddenly, her eyes opened, and Arthur's dark cinnamon orbs were staring right into hers.

"What is it?" he asked, worriedly, stroking her forehead. "I heard you scream in your sleep, and-"

"I, uh, had a dream," she mumbled, sitting up. "I was-"

"What was it?"

"Dreaming that I was back home, with my parents." She swallowed. "Trying to lose weight, my mother telling me guys aren't into fat girls-" she blushed, looking at Arthur.

"Well, Ariadne, I-" he broke off, reddening, and took her hand. "You know your weight doesn't matter to me. Really."

She felt touched and reassured. "Thank you." She looked at him. "When I was in High school-"

"I was sickeningly thin and geeky," he finished, and they both laughed. She leaned against his shoulder. "Arthur," she mumbled, an uncomfortable memory floating to the surface, "there is something I need to tell you."

"What?"

"Well, there were a couple of times-" she blushed. "I would eat, but feel badly about it, so-"

"So-?"

"I would sometimes make myself...sick."

"What?!" he looked at her, suddenly furious. "I can't believe you would do-"

"I know, I know!" she said, tears in her eyes. "But-"

He was glaring. "Ariadne, this is really-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

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