As I wrote this I was listening to Jewel's 'Foolish Games'. Not sure if it influenced anything or not. I don't own the song or Inception. "You took your coat off and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that. I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you. You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensitive, but to cool to care. You stood in my doorway with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather. Well in case you failed to notice. In case you failed to see – This is my heart bleeding before you this is me down on my knees. These foolish games are tearing me apart. Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart…"
As I wrote this I was listening to Jewel's 'Foolish Games'. Not sure if it influenced anything or not. I don't own the song or Inception.
"You took your coat off and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that. I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you. You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair. You were fashionably sensitive, but to cool to care. You stood in my doorway with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather. Well in case you failed to notice. In case you failed to see – This is my heart bleeding before you this is me down on my knees. These foolish games are tearing me apart. Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart. You're breaking my heart…"
Aridane threw up. Again. It was making her sick. Maybe this new girl meant something to him. She didn't know, or care. All she did know was that he meant nothing to this new girl. She had to get her act together. What was wrong with her anyway? She didn't need a man, but why did it bother her so much to see him with someone else?
"What's wrong Ariadne?" Arthur asked her quietly.
"What's bothering you?"
"It's nothing." She sighed. She didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't tell him the truth.
He saw straight through her lie. "Okay, now you have to tell me." He said – a slight smile played on his lips.
"It's just… How can he do this to me?" She blurted.
Arthur looked surprised. "Who is doing what to you?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, um, nothing. No one." She blushed.
"No. You don't get off the hook that easily."
"It's nothing Arthur. I swear."
"Come on; let's go get some coffee and we'll talk about it."
Defeated, Ariadne just nodded.
Arthur didn't say anything as he drove. He opened the door to the café for her, and didn't speak until he ordered his coffee.
"Black, two sugars."
The lady looked at Ariadne. "Oh, uh, a mocha." She had to have something to cut the bitterness of the coffee. She didn't know how Arthur could stand to drink it black.
"So." Arthur said as he sipped his coffee. "Spill."
"Arthur, really I'm fine. I don't need to talk about it."
"I know you don't, but I want to hear about it." He smirked. "Besides, I can't work with you so distracted."
"I'm not distracted." She defended.
"When I have to repeat everything I say. You're distracted. Trust me." He smiled.
She sighed. "It's going to take more than coffee to get me to talk."
"Oh really? Alright, so our next stop will be the bar. Although that's more Eames' territory than mine." He meant it as a joke, but he noticed she stiffened when he mentioned Eames. "Ah. It's Eames. Isn't it?"
"No!" She said too quickly.
"Uh, huh." He grinned. This would have been a chance to have some fun if she wasn't so upset. "You're upset. I know that it's Eames, but why?"
"I don't know. I care about him Arthur. Don't ask me why 'cause I don't know." She stared at her drink. "He's always dating someone new. Maybe it's for the shagging I don't know. He doesn't seem happy though. He means nothing to those women. And if you look at him you can tell that he knows." She sighed.
"Do you feel better?"
"Not really." She shrugged. "I thought I would, but I don't."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Don't tell anyone. I will kill you Arthur!"
He chuckled. "I figured that. Anything else?"
"I don't know. If I think of something I'll let you know."
"Good morning." Eames grinned as he walked in.
"Morning." Ariadne mumbled. She knew he would soon rant about his escapades from the weekend. She didn't feel like listening to it.
"Morning Darling." Eames grinned at Arthur. Arthur just rolled his eyes. "Want to hear about my weekend?" He asked.
Ariadne huffed. "I'll be back." She muttered. She grabbed her bag and walked out.
"What's eating her?" Eames asked, a puzzled look on his face. Arthur wanted to say "You." But he didn't.
"Maybe, like me, she didn't want to hear about your weekend." Arthur scoffed.
"Well fine." Eames said. "I think it's supposed to rain." He said and walked to his desk.
Ariadne had walked out, but only around the corner. Silent tears streamed down her face, and she cursed herself for feeling this way. She quietly walked out so if she threw up it wouldn't be inside the warehouse.
A week had gone by since she told Arthur. He hadn't brought it up again. Until now.
"How are you feeling?"
"Fine." She lied.
"You're not eating are you?"
She sighed. "I can't."
"Every time I eat I throw up. I can't keep anything down. I can drink tea, and coffee. Nothing solid." She rubbed her face with her hands. "What do I do?"
"Besides tell Eames how you feel?"
"Yeah. That's kind of a last resort right now."
"I don't know then. Why not tell him?"
"Tell who what?" Eames asked as he walked in.
"Nothing." Arthur said.
"Oh, so sharing secrets now are we?" His tone was snarky.
"Eames piss off!" She stormed out.
"Alright. That's twice in the past week that she has left after I have come in."
"You are surprisingly observant Eames."
"Thank you Arthur. So what's got her in a tizzy?"
"I wouldn't know." Arthur lied. "I don't have a way with the ladies because I'm just 'stick in the mud Arthur'." He looked up at Eames. Eames looked surprised. "Yes, I hear how often you call me that."
"Hmm." Eames sat on the corner of Arthur's desk. "Is she having trouble with her mazes?"
"No. They're done."
"Did you do something?"
"I think we've established that she leaves when you come in. So the question is what did you do?" Arthur crossed his arm. He could see the wheels turning in Eames' head.
"I don't think I've done anything."
"Well you don't usually think." Arthur grinned. "What do you usually do when a woman is in a tizzy?"
"I usually find another one." He shrugged.
"Well we can't easily find another architect now can we?"
"We don't need to. I haven't done anything to her."
"I thought you left?" Arthur asked Ariadne. Eames spun around and looked at her.
"I forgot my keys." She grabbed her keys off her desk.
"What's wrong with you?" Eames asked.
"Did I do something wrong? Arthur is convinced that you're mad at me and I did something."
"Leave me out of this." Arthur got up and walked into Cobb's office.
"Well?" Eames asked.
"Maybe I don't want to hear about your weekends and your nights every morning."
"Oh. Then just tell me to shut the Hell up like Cobb, or ignore me like Arthur does." He shrugged.
"Fine." She turned and left.
He walked to catch up with her. "You are mad at me aren't you?" He smirked.
"Just leave me alone okay?" She looked up at him. His smirk disappeared when he saw her eyes had misted.
"Alright. If that's what you want." He sighed.
"I don't know what I want." She threw her hands up.
"I can't help you there."
"There is one thing."
"Why do you date the women that you do when you know that you mean nothing to them?"
"Why does she care?" He was surprised that she noticed. He just shrugged. "I'm a big boy Ariadne. I can take care of myself."
His words stung. "Good to know." She turned and walked away. The tears finally spilling over. She sent Arthur a message.
"I can't because what if it's not reciprocated?"
This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a little while now. I'm thinking it will be more than a one-shot. I'm sans computer for the weekend so it will be Monday before I can update. Let me know what you think. Suggestions and reviews are fabulous and bring smiles to my face! :) ~ Miss Caitie Jo