A/N: Hi! This is a series of one-shots for Arthur/Ariadne in the movie Inception! I've seen it twice and plan to see it in theatres about two more times. It has wound its way into my heart and is now my favorite movie, which is saying something because I've never truly had a favorite movie before. Inception and its brilliance just left me...affected. No pun intended.
These one-shots aren't going to be radically different from each other, so there will be some sense of continuity, but they are not meant to run as a story together. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Inception, it was all Christopher Nolan. If I did own it, there would be a sequel in the works revolving completely around Arthur because he's awesome and because the stroies of Cobb, Mal, Saito, and Fischer are resolved in my opinion. And Arthur is my desktop background... :D
The room seemed to glow a creamy off-white color as the curtains swayed in sync with bed sheets that were affected by heavy winds. Everything was in ruins, chairs were tipped over, and glasses lay shredded on the carpet. Except, of course, for the one that Ariadne happened to step on.
With a sharp turn of the head, Ariadne found Mal, beautiful in a deep purple dress, to be staring at her with wide, maddened eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Cobb's dead wife asked as she stood up.
Ariadne hunched under her gaze and tried for a feeble explanation. "I'm, my name is-"
"I know who you are," Mal interrupted as if not wanting to waste time. "What are you doing here?"
The architect struggled to find a justifiable reason for her intrusion. Everything that raced through her head, she realized, sounded greedy, when she had only wanted to help Cobb. "I just wanted…to understand…"
Mal's lips tightened. "How could you understand?"
Ariadne didn't know, but that hadn't quite stopped her from trying, from dashing to the elevator while Dom Cobb was caught up in remembrance of his past. After all, she hadn't known exactly what to expect down in the basement of Cobb's memories.
"Do you know what it's like to be a lover? To be half of a whole?" Mal asked her.
No, she really didn't.
So she was surprised when Arthur's face flashed through her head at this question.
As Mal began what sounded like a well-rehearsed explanation of love pertaining to trains and (un)known destinations, Ariadne could not help but imagine dark, slicked-back hair and three-piece suits and never-ending staircases. And the harder she tried to shake the flooding images, the more persistent they seemed to be. What was this? The swarm of Arthur, Arthur, Arthur was only adding to her fear as foreign thoughts mixed with Mal's intimidating gaze.
"But it doesn't matter," Mal broke into Ariadne's thoughts.
And then Cobb was behind Ariadne saying, "because we'll be together."
As Cobb led her back to the elevator, she couldn't quite wait to get back up to consciousness.
Because no matter how suddenly they had arrived, Ariadne wanted to figure out what exactly these immediate thoughts of Arthur were.
A/N: So, how was it? I really, really, appreciate your critique and constructive criticism, so please drop me a REVIEW to say what you liked about this particular one-shot, or some advice you have for me. Thanks so much for reading! I bold the word 'review' because if you don't bother to read the Author's Note, then you still see it really big and attention-getting! :D ...I can't help it, I'm a smiley person.