Baby Please Dont Leave Me
Title: Baby, Please Dont Leave Me
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Eames/Arthur
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Teeny tiny ones for the movie.
Summary: Arthur and Eames, sitting in a tree...Arthur pushes Eames to his death (Arthur leaves Eames.)
Author's Note: Thanks so much to mondays_eyes for helping me with everything from grammar to posting.
It’s been years since their last mission. They got older, and it was time to step away from the world of extraction (Inception, oh god not again). So they did.
And the weird thing is, they don’t miss it, or, at least Eames doesn’t. He doesn’t think Arthur does, either.
…At least not until that morning.
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Eames wakes up and sees Arthur staring at him, lying on his side of the bed. Arthur is fully dressed, still with his three-piece suits and gelled back hair (after all these years).Eames is puzzled. He checks Arthur’s watch, it’s 4am on Saturday.
Eames looks back to Arthur, Arthur looks back at Eames. They lay in silence for a few minutes, until Arthur takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.
“I’m leaving.” Arthur says haltingly. Eames is confused. They are both retired, so where would he be going? It can’t be any sort of friendly outing; Eames would have remembered it if it were. The confusion must be showing on his face.
Arthur elaborates. “I’m not happy, Eames. I’m leaving you.”
Now Eames understands, and he is more than a little heartbroken. In all honesty, he’s falling apart at the seams. Arthur is still looking at him, cold and stoic. Eames doesn’t let him emotion show. He tries to think, tries to do anything, but everything in his mind has changed to ‘I’m not happy. I’m leaving you’ . They look at each other for what feels like hours, but to Eames it couldn’t be enough.
Arthur finally breaks the silence, “Eames, you deserve to know. I've been denying that the flashbacks had anything to do with you for years. I've been taking pills and seeing doctors and it's worse than Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I can't even breathe at night anymore, Eames, when I'm lying next to you. I love you, but for both of our sanity, I have to go.”
This is where the tears start flowing. Small tears that slide sideways down Eames’ face and onto the white sheets and the nauseous, tingling feeling of everything going wrong crawls up the back of his throat. Arthur bites his lip.
Eventually Arthur gets up and Eames follows him into the hallway. They move down the stairs silently.
Eames is screaming to himself. Why would Arthur leave? They had everything. They had friends, a beautiful house Arthur had picked out in Los Angeles, a dog, a kid.
Oh god, Eames thinks, the kid. Our daughter. A beautiful little adopted girl with brown eyes, blond hair and a thirst for anything pink…And Arthur was going to leave all of it behind.
They walk downstairs quietly, so as not to wake their daughter, oh GOD, and Arthur’s bags are already packed and stacked neatly next to the door.
Eames does his best to keep his blood from boiling.
Arthur ties his shoes and puts on a coat.
He turns to Eames and hugs him loosely. Eames buries his head in the crook of Arthur’s neck and says “Be safe.” He really means to say “Baby, please don’t leave me. Oh god, please don’t go.”
They pull apart and Eames asks Arthur, “Do you need help with your bags?” He means to say “I love you so much, don’t you love me, too? ”
Arthur answers “No.”
The response fits both.
Within minutes, Arthur is walking out into the world. Eames realizes that this is real as he closes the door. He’s still for a minute. Then he punches the wall.
There are footsteps upstairs. He walks over to the couch and sits down so as not to alarm. A little girl with braids in her hair and pink princess pajamas comes to him.
“Daddy?” She asks, “Where’s Dad?” Its more painful than any bullet, be it to the knee or to the heart (Oh wait, Eames thinks, it is my heart)
Eames does his best not to cry as he sits her down to explain that Dad is never coming back.
(Years later, he still wakes up with visions of Arthur’s retreating back, echoes of ‘I’m leaving’. He still doesn’t try to stop him. He still says nothing. )
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Eames/Arthur
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Teeny tiny ones for the movie.
Summary: Arthur and Eames, sitting in a tree...Arthur pushes Eames to his death (Arthur leaves Eames.)
Author's Note: Thanks so much to mondays_eyes for helping me with everything from grammar to posting.
It’s been years since their last mission. They got older, and it was time to step away from the world of extraction (Inception, oh god not again). So they did.
And the weird thing is, they don’t miss it, or, at least Eames doesn’t. He doesn’t think Arthur does, either.
…At least not until that morning.
---
Eames wakes up and sees Arthur staring at him, lying on his side of the bed. Arthur is fully dressed, still with his three-piece suits and gelled back hair (after all these years).Eames is puzzled. He checks Arthur’s watch, it’s 4am on Saturday.
Eames looks back to Arthur, Arthur looks back at Eames. They lay in silence for a few minutes, until Arthur takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.
“I’m leaving.” Arthur says haltingly. Eames is confused. They are both retired, so where would he be going? It can’t be any sort of friendly outing; Eames would have remembered it if it were. The confusion must be showing on his face.
Arthur elaborates. “I’m not happy, Eames. I’m leaving you.”
Now Eames understands, and he is more than a little heartbroken. In all honesty, he’s falling apart at the seams. Arthur is still looking at him, cold and stoic. Eames doesn’t let him emotion show. He tries to think, tries to do anything, but everything in his mind has changed to ‘I’m not happy. I’m leaving you’ . They look at each other for what feels like hours, but to Eames it couldn’t be enough.
Arthur finally breaks the silence, “Eames, you deserve to know. I've been denying that the flashbacks had anything to do with you for years. I've been taking pills and seeing doctors and it's worse than Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I can't even breathe at night anymore, Eames, when I'm lying next to you. I love you, but for both of our sanity, I have to go.”
This is where the tears start flowing. Small tears that slide sideways down Eames’ face and onto the white sheets and the nauseous, tingling feeling of everything going wrong crawls up the back of his throat. Arthur bites his lip.
Eventually Arthur gets up and Eames follows him into the hallway. They move down the stairs silently.
Eames is screaming to himself. Why would Arthur leave? They had everything. They had friends, a beautiful house Arthur had picked out in Los Angeles, a dog, a kid.
Oh god, Eames thinks, the kid. Our daughter. A beautiful little adopted girl with brown eyes, blond hair and a thirst for anything pink…And Arthur was going to leave all of it behind.
They walk downstairs quietly, so as not to wake their daughter, oh GOD, and Arthur’s bags are already packed and stacked neatly next to the door.
Eames does his best to keep his blood from boiling.
Arthur ties his shoes and puts on a coat.
He turns to Eames and hugs him loosely. Eames buries his head in the crook of Arthur’s neck and says “Be safe.” He really means to say “Baby, please don’t leave me. Oh god, please don’t go.”
They pull apart and Eames asks Arthur, “Do you need help with your bags?” He means to say “I love you so much, don’t you love me, too? ”
Arthur answers “No.”
The response fits both.
Within minutes, Arthur is walking out into the world. Eames realizes that this is real as he closes the door. He’s still for a minute. Then he punches the wall.
There are footsteps upstairs. He walks over to the couch and sits down so as not to alarm. A little girl with braids in her hair and pink princess pajamas comes to him.
“Daddy?” She asks, “Where’s Dad?” Its more painful than any bullet, be it to the knee or to the heart (Oh wait, Eames thinks, it is my heart)
Eames does his best not to cry as he sits her down to explain that Dad is never coming back.
(Years later, he still wakes up with visions of Arthur’s retreating back, echoes of ‘I’m leaving’. He still doesn’t try to stop him. He still says nothing. )