DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION. THANKS TO LAZARUS76 FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS STORY.

As Cobb stood over the two sleeping bodies, he sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Ariadne stood behind him, arms folded.

"…We should go under."

"Don't."

"What if they're in trouble?"

Cobb turned to her, his face hardened. "If Arthur's so god damn confident about going under, then he should be having no problems at all."

She stared at him, her face appalled. "…He's your best friend, Cobb."

As the voices disappeared, I heard Eames shift behind me.

"What now?"

I turned over my shoulder to him. "Now, we follow them. And we hope that wherever they're going is a projection of reality. Lets go."

We moved forward slowly, keeping behind the trees.

"So, why did you follow me down?"

He shrugged. "If I was you, I'd want some help."

"You didn't exactly seem supportive earlier," I spat.

He blinked. "Arthur, honestly. You have a very bad perception of me. Look, because of this one job, the whole team is falling apart. Cobb's pissed that you're not listening to him. Ari's upset because you're not being you. And I'm upset…well…to be honest, the whole situation doesn't bother me very much, but the point is…this is bothering you deep in your subconscious."

"But I'm not-"

He held his hand up. "Let me finish. You hate Nash, I get that. And if first impressions mean anything, then I don't like him either. But you have got to get hold of yourself. Seriously, what on earth is making you lose control like this?"

I sighed. "Eames, I knew this wouldn't be an easy job. Had I known Nash was part of it, I would have tried harder to persuade Cobb not to take it. But…I want to stop this. People are dying Eames. And not projections or murderers or people who deserve to die, but real people. Women and children."

Eames crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow. "Ahh…so this is about power."

"Well…yeah. Who ever is doing these bombings has the power."

He smirked. "No. You have the power."

"I'm sorry?"

"Deep down, you know that if you help stop this guy, you will forever feel like you did something right. You did something not just to the benefit of Cobb, but for other people. And it's not something that Cobb can take credit for."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. Stop trying to psycho analyse me and stay on task."

"It's true darling. "

"No it's not! It's not about power at all, it's about doing something for the greater good!"

He paused. "Ah! So it's about clearing our oh-so-sinning souls. You want to compensate for being such a criminal!"

"It's not about compensation. I just…" I sighed. "I just fee like if we stop this, we'll help, no, save hundreds, probably thousands of innocent people. And that's not exactly in our job description. That's why I care so much about this job. That's why I've lost control."

"Ok, Arthur. I get it. In fact…I agree with you. It would be nice to help someone other than a CEO for a change. But you have got to get a grip. At least humour Cobb, because you know you won't be able to do it without him."

"But-"

"Just humour him. Just act like you're still his Point Man."

Ariadne sighed and unwrapped her arms from across her chest.

"I'm going under," she stated, moving towards the sleepers.

Cobb held his arm out in front of her, stopping her dead in her tracks. "Ari, Arthur's taking a huge gamble on this. I don't know what's going on down there. I'm not prepared just to let my team be picked off one by one."

She frowned. "You don't own me, Cobb. Your team is down there. My friends are down there, and I'm helping them."

He sighed and let him arm fall. "Fine. But what ever happens, you brought it on yourself."

"Can you see them?"

I nodded. "Yeah. They're just ahead."

We moved quietly, making sure to stay close behind Nash. It wasn't hard. He walked slowly, and his footsteps were loud against the ground.

"Right, have you got it?" the voices returned again.

"Yes," Nash replied, and I could hear the stutter in his voice.

"Good, at least you can do something right. Give it to me."

I felt Eames place a hand on my shoulder. "Arthur, what are they talking about?"

I shook my head. "Not sure."

"How long will be have?"

"10 seconds."

"Perfect. 3..2...1."

Silence. I turned to Eames, who looked just as confused as me.

He swallowed. "What are they doing?"

"I don't know. 10 seconds till what? Maybe-"

I paused. I felt my eyes widen in horror.

"Arthur? What's wrong."

"It's a bomb. They're testing a god damn bomb, get down! Eames, get down!"

I threw myself onto the ground, and heard a large thump as Eames landed next to me. I barely had time to throw my arms over my head before the ground lifted in a large explosion. Even with my arms over my head, the sound was unbearable. Too loud, it send tremors into my ears, and suddenly all sound seemed like a dull beep. Chunks of soil and wood showered down on me.

"Look out!" I heard Eames yell.

I felt a large, heavy object hit the top of my head, and within moments, everything was black.