"Why do you do it?" She asked suddenly, putting her fork down lightly on the table.
"I'm sorry?" Arthur asked looking up.
"Extracting," Ariadne replied. "Why do you do it? I'm the architect. For me, it's creating an entire world, a world that can never exist. But what is it for you?"
He swallowed. "The money. I do it for the money."
She stared at him a moment longer before picking her fork up. "You're lying." She said simply. "I know you Arthur, and that's not you."
The truth is, he had never thought about it before. He had done it for Dom. He had never been able to say no to him, no matter how many times he had nearly gotten them both killed.
Now, though, Dom was back with his family, his career in extracting done for good. Eames, Yusuf, and Ariadne, however, had gone straight back into the field.
"Hello?" Arthur answered the phone sleepily. It was two in the morning, and the incessant ringing had woken him from his dreamless sleep.
"Arthur? It's Ariadne…" The voice on the other end was calm, but there was a hint of urgency to it. "We've got a job. Are you in?"
"What about Dom?" He asked, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair.
She hesitated. "He's done, Arthur."
"Alright." He agreed finally.
"Good. I'll meet you at your place later, to go over some papers."
"Sounds good." He yawned.
"Wait, Ariadne—" The sound of the dial tone flooded his ear. "—It was nice talking to you…."
He didn't know why he had agreed. If it had been Yusuf or Eames he would have said no, he'd moved on.
But he knew it was a lie.
Just like the others, he kept his totem, a loaded die, near him all the time. It was true, what Cobb had said— Once you'd gone into the dream world, you couldn't get enough.
But that wasn't the only reason anymore. Now, his reason was sitting across from him sharing a dinner in his Los Angeles apartment.
He blinked. "Sorry," He muttered.
"Daydreaming?" She smiled.
She has a beautiful smile, thought Arthur. "The only way I can anymore." He laughed.
"Do you miss it?"
He paused. "Dreaming? Sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" Ariadne asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Yes. Before, you couldn't control them. Now, though, you create them."
This is amazing," Arthur called to her, gazing around at the buildings, bridges, and streets she had created.
Ariadne blushed. "Thanks."
Finally, he walked over to her. "Let's see how kind your sub-conscious is, shall we?"
"I'm not sure if that's a good—" She started, but was interrupted by a projection turning onto the street ahead of them.
"Quick, gimme a kiss," He teased, looking back at her.
"Shut up, Arthur." She hissed. "This isn't a good idea."
"And why is that?"
"I—" She glanced up to see another projection joining the first, the two watching them curiously. "I don't know what they're going to do." She whispered, grabbing on to Arthur's arm and pulling him in the opposite direction.
He laughed, following her. "Relax, Ariadne. It's just a dream. They jump me and I wake up."
Ariadne grimaced. Jumping him isn't exactly what she assumed her sub-conscious would do…
They turned left, onto a side street, coming face to face with another projection, this one a pretty blonde girl Ariadne recognized from the college.
"Hello," the projection cooed, brushing past Ariadne.
"Pretty friendly, if you ask me." Arthur smiled, looking back at Ariadne. "For now anyway."
"Arthur," Ariadne said, grasping onto his elbow. "Look." He followed her gaze. Behind them, the first two projections they had seen were walking towards them, trapping them between the three projections.
"We're fine," he replied. "What's the worst that can happen?"
"They can beat the crap out of you, that's—" The blonde projection stepped forward, pushing Ariadne out of the way, sending her stumbling backwards into a towering brick building.
"Whoa, Ariadne—" Arthur started forward, but the projection cut him off.
"Hey, handsome," She purred, running her hand down his chest, her fingers dancing lithely over the buttons on his jacket. "Where do you think you're going?"
Arthur stepped back, away from the projection, stumbling over himself in the process.
"Careful, tiger." A second projection caught his arm, winking at him, before he hit the ground. "Wouldn't want hurt ourselves now, would we?" She laughed, helping him to regain his balance.
"Ariadne, what—" He was silenced as the third projection, a skinny redhead, sauntered forward and kissed him full on the lips.
She giggled as she pulled away, her fingers stroking his cheeks. "Oh, come on, Arthur."
"Arthur!" Ariadne called out to him, hidden behind the three projections. "Move!"
He turned, puzzled, and found himself facing the barrel of a small handgun. It clicked, and everything went black.
Ariadne was furious. Ripping the tubes out of her arm, she stomped off towards the door, making it halfway across the warehouse before Arthur came to.
"Ariadne, wait!" She paused in the doorway, refusing to turn around to meet his gaze. "What was that about?" He asked, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. "Is that what your sub-conscious wants to do to me?"
The door slammed behind her, and Arthur was alone in the warehouse. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. He fingered the phone in his shirt pocket. Should I call her? He decided against it. She'll come back. She always will.
A/N: Sooo... Reviews are great. ^^ This is my first attempt at something other than a oneshot, so, let me know if I should continue? :3 Also, If you'd like, you can send me ideas for what you'd like to see in the story. o: That would be amazing. 3~