Inception fic: [Invalid Command]
Title: [Invalid Command]
Fandom/Pairing: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1,068
Series: Quest for Quotes, an ongoing compilation of donated favorite quotes that I'm using as prompts for whenever I have free time.
Notes: From the quote given to me by flawed_karma.
Summary: "…I’m not a love-struck teenager. You’re simply misobserving."
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“There is no internet acronym for how funny that is.” - flawed_karma
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 9:35 am
Subject: [No Subject]
Arthur, I know we’re supposed to be working, but honest to God, you are driving me nuts. Just cut it out with your stupid pride and go do something about it. Seriously. Before I do.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 10:24 am
Subject: Re:
While your mental health is always a concern of mine, I’m afraid I can’t do anything, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.
How’s the planning for the second level coming? What have you decided on?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:40 am
Subject: Re:
Well, I figured that I’d set up something like a garden party, with a hedge maze that has a prize at the center. That way, we can find out what exactly it is that the mark wants most, and Cobb can extract it before the mark gets there. Do you think that would work?
But stop changing the subject! You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:45 am
Subject: Re:
That sounds like it should work perfectly, Ariadne. How close are you to finishing the base layout?
And I’m not playing dumb, because to do so would be time consuming. I honestly have no idea what you’re on about.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:47 am
Subject: YOUR MOONY EYES
Done.
Seriously? Seriously, Arthur? I’ve been watching you stare at Eames like a love-struck teenager for the past three days. You’re just lucky that he’s been too busy with his own work to notice. Be glad that your desk is hidden when his laptop’s open.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:51 am
Subject: Re: YOUR MOONY EYES
Bring it to Cobb for him to look over with you, and then come see me.
…I’m not a love-struck teenager. You’re simply misobserving.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:53 am
Subject: Re: YOUR MOONY EYES
Oh Arthur, come on. Level with me. You two are together, aren’t you? Or something?
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:56 am
Subject: I don’t make moony eyes
No. Eames and I are not in a relationship. And why on earth would you think I’d want to be?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:00 pm
Subject: You do, you totally do
See earlier statement that you’ve been staring at him for three days. Really, I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed. You think he would have.
Why don’t you go talk to him, if you like him that much? I mean, Valentine’s Day is coming up soon…
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:02 pm
Subject: Re: You do, you totally do
This is really none of your business, Ariadne.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:04 pm
Subject: Live a little
Okay, so it really isn’t, but the sexual tension between the two of you is making me crazy. Just go and talk to him, invite him out to dinner, take him to bed, and then we can all get back to our lives.
And who knows? Maybe you two will hit it off. :)
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:07 pm
Subject: Re: Live a little
Are you really telling me to get laid?
And how the hell do you know Eames would even say yes?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:11 pm
Subject: Are you really so blind?
Trust me on this, darling. ;)
-oxo-
Arthur’s eyes shoot up from the screen of his computer to scan the warehouse warily. They soon fix on Eames, even though the Forger’s face is still hidden behind his own laptop, like it has been…all day.
“Ariadne,” Arthur says, slowly closing his computer, and she looks up from her virtual design program to see what he needs.
“Yes, Arthur?”
“Have you finished the design for the second level yet?” He sees Eames shift a little out of the corner of his eye.
“No, not yet. But I was thinking that maybe we could have a race, with a prize at the end, so the mark would make the prize what he wanted and Cobb could extract it.” She leans around her model supplies to seek his approval, and he nodded.
“When you’re done, show it to Cobb, and then bring it to me to discuss.” He stands, picking up his laptop and putting it in its case.
“Okay. But, uh, where will you be?” She watches him walk over to Eames’s desk and lean down to say something quietly to the Forger. Eames’s eyes widen, and then he grins and nods, his feet slipping off his desk to fall onto the floor as he turns his swivel chair. Then he rises, humming, to follow Arthur out the door.
She waits, confused, for a few seconds before sneaking quietly over to the door and pulling it open a sliver to peek outside.
“…Oh my God, they’re sucking face.”
She closes it quietly.
When she has returned to her computer, she glances around to make sure she’s really alone, and then silently, triumphantly pumps her fist into the air.
-oxo-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Cobb [toogoddamntired@yahoo.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:15 pm
Subject: Re: Our bet
ROFLMAO, Cobb, you owe me fifty bucks. They’re outside the warehouse right now, making out. I told you I could do it before Valentine’s Day. :)
But, should I be worried that Arthur doesn’t think it’s a long shot for Eames to have hacked my email?
-o-
From: Cobb [toogoddamntired@yahoo.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:16 pm
Subject: Re: Our bet
Great. Maybe now we can finally get something done, instead of them just poking at each other like two kids with a crush. Good job, Ariadne.
Now tell them to get back to work.
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I had so much fun writing this one. And yes, it is Ariadne pretending to be Eames pretending to be her. Cobb should never bet against her. xD Please comment!
Oh! Also: I will begin posting my Zombie fic shortly, on a "one chapter per week" basis. But do you guys wnat me to keep posting these ficlets, too? In between?
Fandom/Pairing: Inception, Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1,068
Series: Quest for Quotes, an ongoing compilation of donated favorite quotes that I'm using as prompts for whenever I have free time.
Notes: From the quote given to me by flawed_karma.
Summary: "…I’m not a love-struck teenager. You’re simply misobserving."
--------
“There is no internet acronym for how funny that is.” - flawed_karma
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 9:35 am
Subject: [No Subject]
Arthur, I know we’re supposed to be working, but honest to God, you are driving me nuts. Just cut it out with your stupid pride and go do something about it. Seriously. Before I do.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 10:24 am
Subject: Re:
While your mental health is always a concern of mine, I’m afraid I can’t do anything, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.
How’s the planning for the second level coming? What have you decided on?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:40 am
Subject: Re:
Well, I figured that I’d set up something like a garden party, with a hedge maze that has a prize at the center. That way, we can find out what exactly it is that the mark wants most, and Cobb can extract it before the mark gets there. Do you think that would work?
But stop changing the subject! You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:45 am
Subject: Re:
That sounds like it should work perfectly, Ariadne. How close are you to finishing the base layout?
And I’m not playing dumb, because to do so would be time consuming. I honestly have no idea what you’re on about.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:47 am
Subject: YOUR MOONY EYES
Done.
Seriously? Seriously, Arthur? I’ve been watching you stare at Eames like a love-struck teenager for the past three days. You’re just lucky that he’s been too busy with his own work to notice. Be glad that your desk is hidden when his laptop’s open.
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:51 am
Subject: Re: YOUR MOONY EYES
Bring it to Cobb for him to look over with you, and then come see me.
…I’m not a love-struck teenager. You’re simply misobserving.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:53 am
Subject: Re: YOUR MOONY EYES
Oh Arthur, come on. Level with me. You two are together, aren’t you? Or something?
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 11:56 am
Subject: I don’t make moony eyes
No. Eames and I are not in a relationship. And why on earth would you think I’d want to be?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:00 pm
Subject: You do, you totally do
See earlier statement that you’ve been staring at him for three days. Really, I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed. You think he would have.
Why don’t you go talk to him, if you like him that much? I mean, Valentine’s Day is coming up soon…
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:02 pm
Subject: Re: You do, you totally do
This is really none of your business, Ariadne.
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:04 pm
Subject: Live a little
Okay, so it really isn’t, but the sexual tension between the two of you is making me crazy. Just go and talk to him, invite him out to dinner, take him to bed, and then we can all get back to our lives.
And who knows? Maybe you two will hit it off. :)
-o-
From: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:07 pm
Subject: Re: Live a little
Are you really telling me to get laid?
And how the hell do you know Eames would even say yes?
-o-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Arthur [paradoxical@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:11 pm
Subject: Are you really so blind?
Trust me on this, darling. ;)
-oxo-
Arthur’s eyes shoot up from the screen of his computer to scan the warehouse warily. They soon fix on Eames, even though the Forger’s face is still hidden behind his own laptop, like it has been…all day.
“Ariadne,” Arthur says, slowly closing his computer, and she looks up from her virtual design program to see what he needs.
“Yes, Arthur?”
“Have you finished the design for the second level yet?” He sees Eames shift a little out of the corner of his eye.
“No, not yet. But I was thinking that maybe we could have a race, with a prize at the end, so the mark would make the prize what he wanted and Cobb could extract it.” She leans around her model supplies to seek his approval, and he nodded.
“When you’re done, show it to Cobb, and then bring it to me to discuss.” He stands, picking up his laptop and putting it in its case.
“Okay. But, uh, where will you be?” She watches him walk over to Eames’s desk and lean down to say something quietly to the Forger. Eames’s eyes widen, and then he grins and nods, his feet slipping off his desk to fall onto the floor as he turns his swivel chair. Then he rises, humming, to follow Arthur out the door.
She waits, confused, for a few seconds before sneaking quietly over to the door and pulling it open a sliver to peek outside.
“…Oh my God, they’re sucking face.”
She closes it quietly.
When she has returned to her computer, she glances around to make sure she’s really alone, and then silently, triumphantly pumps her fist into the air.
-oxo-
From: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
To: Cobb [toogoddamntired@yahoo.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:15 pm
Subject: Re: Our bet
ROFLMAO, Cobb, you owe me fifty bucks. They’re outside the warehouse right now, making out. I told you I could do it before Valentine’s Day. :)
But, should I be worried that Arthur doesn’t think it’s a long shot for Eames to have hacked my email?
-o-
From: Cobb [toogoddamntired@yahoo.com]
To: Ariadne [architecturaldivinity@gmail.com]
Sent: Sun, Feb 2, 2031 12:16 pm
Subject: Re: Our bet
Great. Maybe now we can finally get something done, instead of them just poking at each other like two kids with a crush. Good job, Ariadne.
Now tell them to get back to work.
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I had so much fun writing this one. And yes, it is Ariadne pretending to be Eames pretending to be her. Cobb should never bet against her. xD Please comment!
Oh! Also: I will begin posting my Zombie fic shortly, on a "one chapter per week" basis. But do you guys wnat me to keep posting these ficlets, too? In between?