Prompt Post No. 15
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Waiting in the terminal was a bore. Eames tried to drag Arthur to the bar to loosen up, but Arthur simply shook his head and spent the next half-hour typing intently on his smart phone.
Finally, for lack of anything to do, Eames asked, "Tell me about Tom." He had decided to treat this as if it were a job, and any foreknowledge was forewarning. Besides, there were several things not clicking here. He had hardly ever seen Arthur anxious.
Arthur's fingers slowed on the smart phone. He looked up at Eames, blinking. "What do you need to know?"
"Well, what sort of man is he? Any enemies?"
"No." He shook his head. "Tom always had more friends than enemies. He..." Arthur trailed off and swallowed, looking vaguely nauseous.
Now he was certain something was definitely going on. "Arthur?"
"He's my twin," Arthur said, suddenly, as if it were forced out of him.
"Really? Are you identical?"
Arthur nodded once, closing his eyes. "We're mirror image twins. He's left-handed and I'm right-handed." He reached up and touched a small mole on the side of his neck. "This is on the other side, for him."
"Really?" Eames said again, thoroughly delighted. The image of two Arthur's - both dressed in their dapper suit-vests and giving Eames that smirk that Arthur only had for him: the one which was half annoyance, half amusement and all seduction.
His thoughts froze as the part of his mind not attached to his dick leapt to the real problem.
"Then the question is not how many enemies Tom may have, it's how many enemies you have."
Arthur had many, many enemies. Some of them were powerful. So did Eames, when it came to that, but he didn't have some unlucky bastard walking around sharing his looks.
"I told him to be careful," Arthur said, dully. "Told him not to mention me to people he doesn't trust - I think he and Rachel think I'm some sort of CIA agent." He chuckled, but there wasn't any happiness in it.
So his siblings were unaware of dreamsharing as well. Eames leaned back in his chair. "That does... rather complicate things."
"I did it to protect them," Arthur snapped.
Eames held up his hands. "I know that, darling."
But the anger seemed to drain from Arthur almost at once. He rubbed at his eyes. "Sorry," he muttered, and Eames was reminded that they had just got off a grueling job. The eight hour flight ahead of them was not going to be fun.
Arthur suddenly stood. "I need a drink."
They both did.
(A/N: Does anyone know what city 500 Says of Summer is set? I'm planning a rewatch of the DVD tomorrow, but I can't seem to remember...)
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