Disclaimer: I do not own Inception, or any of the characters. :/
Clutching a teddy bear, a young Robert entered the dinning room, where high up business executives were seated, laughing and drinking expensive champagne. He went over to his father and tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, causing Maurice to glare down at his son.
"You're supposed to be in bed," he hissed in a nasty voice, as Robert instantly backed up and swallowed.
"I couldn't sleep," Robert's soft voice replied while Maurice sighed, stood up, and grabbed Robert's hand.
"I'll be right back," he said to the other men in the room, who had put their conversations on hold to stare at the young Fischer.
When father and son were a fair distance away from the dinning room, Maurice let go of Robert's hand and grabbed him roughly by the sleeve of his nightgown. "I told you to stay in your room," Maurice snapped and pushed Robert into his vastly large bedroom.
"I'm sorry, daddy," Robert apologized quietly while lying down in his bed as Maurice threw several blankets over his son carelessly.
"Don't call me that," Maurice shushed his son and took away the teddy bear that Robert was clutching for dear life. The older man threw the teddy bear in the garbage and turned off the light.
"Could… could you keep the light on, father?" Robert meekly asked, as he was afraid of the dark and didn't wish to be left alone in the pitch-black room.
But Maurice said nothing in reply, as he shut the door and locked it so that Robert couldn't escape to interrupt the meal again.
Robert awoke with a start, and glanced around his master bedroom hastily, clapping his hands as he did so to ensure that light would flood the room.
The nightmare that he had just had felt real; too vivid as he recalled the events of that night perfectly in his mind. He merely sighed before clapping his hands so that the light would leave, but a small amount remained from several night-lights placed around his room.
He knew it was ridiculous to be afraid of the dark at such an age, but it was simply a fear that he couldn't get over. Uncle Peter had convinced him several times to get rid of the lights in case anyone found out, but Robert refused. Lately, Uncle Peter hadn't been pestering him too much, as he was understand of how sensitive he was to his father growing sick.
Robert sighed and tried not to think about it, but thoughts of his father flooded his head and it took him several hours to get to sleep.
"You look awful," Browning commented in the morning as Robert entered the dinning room; wearing a typical navy business suit, white shirt, and deep maroon tie.
"Not much sleep last night," Robert offered warily and sat down at the head of the table opposite from where his father would have been sitting.
"It's those infernal night lights that's keeping you from sleeping, Robert. The lights are not-"
"They help, Uncle Peter," Robert argued while picking up his fork to begin eating his breakfast, as Browning sighed and put a hand on Robert's shoulder.
"If Maurice knew you still had them-"
"He's much too sick to be worrying about my health, Uncle Peter," Robert snapped in a tired voice while elegantly putting a piece of cut up pancake in his mouth.
"That's not true, Robert-"
"Uncle Peter, please," Robert exclaimed while standing up and throwing his napkin on his plate of untouched food.
"Where are you going, Robert?" Browning called out after Robert, who was halfway across the exquisite dinning room.
"To visit father," Robert whispered and went out of the dinning room, and headed to the east wing where his father was resting.
"Good morning, father," Robert greeted softly while sitting in the chair beside Maurice's bedside, as Maurice merely glanced up from the book he was reading.
"You look tired," Maurice commented in a distant and uninterested voice, as he put a bookmark in the book and placed it on the beside table.
"Not much sleep last night," Robert replied while sighing lightly and mentally cursing himself for not drinking any coffee to wake him up.
Maurice said nothing in reply as Browning entered the room and stated matter-of-factly, "I'm telling Robert it's those damn night lights that he sleeps with."
A disappointed look slapped Maurice's face as he shot Robert a dissatisfying expression, causing Robert to look into his lap.
"Browning, get those things out of his room," Maurice orded as Browning perked up at the opportunity to leave the room, closing the door behind him.
"I need them to sleep, father," Robert argued while standing up, as Maurice merely glared at his son before grabbing his book from the nightstand and began reading it again. "I'll go to the store to buy new ones." he threatened in a determined voice, as Maurice remained reading and didn't appear fazed by Robert's words.
Robert let out a jagged sigh before storming out of the room, slamming the double doors dramatically and loudly behind him.