[Inception Ficlet] Dreams
Tiny knee-jerk reaction ficlet for Inception because ( dammit if I don't have a thing or two to say about that ending, fffff). I might go back and change/add a few things once I get settled, lol.
Post-movie, gen, PG, Cobb-centric.
Cobb wakes up on the plane, but doesn’t take out the top from his pocket.
He glances around the cabin and sees Arthur smile at him, the faint traces of relief softening the deep creases of his forehead. Ariadne’s eyes sparkle. Eames’s lips hitch at the corner. Yusef breathes a sigh. From the reflection of his window, Fischer’s frown is thoughtful.
And, behind him, Cobb can see Saito’s amazed expression, like he can’t quite believe that he-that they-are all together, here, back where they started. Saito glances at Cobb, and looks away to hurriedly pick up the phone.
Cobb’s eyes water.
This is a good dream.
-
It isn’t until he comes home that Cobb takes out the top and gives it a twirl.
It spins, but he lifts his head to look past his wife’s memory. He sees James’ brilliant smile, brighter than his golden hair, brighter than the sun itself. He hears Phillipa shriek daddy, and it’s more beautiful than any song he has ever heard. With a laugh, Cobb rushes out the door to hug his children and roll around in the grass-just as he dreamed of doing for so long.
He leaves the top to spin forever on the table.
-
The next time Cobb comes back into the house, he’s all over in dirt and sand. His knees hurt and his back aches.
But there are flowers in his hair and a daisy chain around his neck. The bruised knee is from when James gave him one hell of a kick-because daddy was a dragon and James was a knight in shinning armor.
Limping into the kitchen, Cobb has never felt any better.
“Watch out for mommy’s toy,” Phillipa says next to his ear. She would point, but she’s holding on to his shoulders while James sleeps in his arms.
Cobb looks down, and moves his foot so that he wouldn’t step on the top that has fallen to the floor, unmoving, and walks past it so he can get the kids cleaned up and ready for dinner.
He's never going to dream again.
Post-movie, gen, PG, Cobb-centric.
Cobb wakes up on the plane, but doesn’t take out the top from his pocket.
He glances around the cabin and sees Arthur smile at him, the faint traces of relief softening the deep creases of his forehead. Ariadne’s eyes sparkle. Eames’s lips hitch at the corner. Yusef breathes a sigh. From the reflection of his window, Fischer’s frown is thoughtful.
And, behind him, Cobb can see Saito’s amazed expression, like he can’t quite believe that he-that they-are all together, here, back where they started. Saito glances at Cobb, and looks away to hurriedly pick up the phone.
Cobb’s eyes water.
This is a good dream.
-
It isn’t until he comes home that Cobb takes out the top and gives it a twirl.
It spins, but he lifts his head to look past his wife’s memory. He sees James’ brilliant smile, brighter than his golden hair, brighter than the sun itself. He hears Phillipa shriek daddy, and it’s more beautiful than any song he has ever heard. With a laugh, Cobb rushes out the door to hug his children and roll around in the grass-just as he dreamed of doing for so long.
He leaves the top to spin forever on the table.
-
The next time Cobb comes back into the house, he’s all over in dirt and sand. His knees hurt and his back aches.
But there are flowers in his hair and a daisy chain around his neck. The bruised knee is from when James gave him one hell of a kick-because daddy was a dragon and James was a knight in shinning armor.
Limping into the kitchen, Cobb has never felt any better.
“Watch out for mommy’s toy,” Phillipa says next to his ear. She would point, but she’s holding on to his shoulders while James sleeps in his arms.
Cobb looks down, and moves his foot so that he wouldn’t step on the top that has fallen to the floor, unmoving, and walks past it so he can get the kids cleaned up and ready for dinner.
He's never going to dream again.