Here's the sequel to The Middle!

Summary: The last thing Sadie wanted was to ever see any of them again. But, when she gets a visit from Eames everything changes. She's forced to confront the feelings she's been trying so hard to forget. And, as if that wasn't hard enough on it's own she suddenly finds herself helping find Arthur...who's gone missing. And, the person who knows something about where he is, is the last person Sadie would've expected. Eames/OC, as well as hints of Arthur/OC.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inception or its characters. I only own Sadie.

Chapter 1: Outta My Head

1 month, 2 weeks, 5 days, 28 minutes, and 45 seconds...

The current amount of time that Sadie had spent trying to move on from what had happened. She tried to move on from her feelings for Arthur. From her confusing feelings for Eames. From the betrayal by Ariadne...her own cousin. And, not only them, but her dad as well. They had all four betrayed her in one way or another. None of them had any right to invade her mind like they had. At all.

1 month, 2 weeks, 5 days, 31 minutes, and 45 seconds...

Coincidentally, the exact amount of time that it took for him to show up, far from invited, at the night club she worked at only to send all of that time trying to move on and restart her life over again as a single, independent, no man necessary woman straight to hell and back again. All of that time was shot to hell, and it didn't make Sadie too happy.

~Unbroken~

Sadie placed the drink on the bar and faked a smile at the guy who picked it up. She looked at the clock and sighed. There was still another hour left before Mansion closed and Sadie couldn't wait. It was 4am and although she had to clean up the bar, it wasn't her turn to close up, so she'd be home and in bed by 5:30 and to her that was a silver lining.

She was suddenly stolen away from her own thoughts by the sound of someone calling her name. It was hard to tell who it was over the loud music filling the club so she looked over towards the other end of the bar where the voice came from. Her throat went dry instantly, her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, and her jaw dropped.

It was him. Or the other him, depending on how a person looked at it.

It took her a few moments to get her composure back together, but when she did she quickly walked over to where he was sitting. A glare on her face. He was not someone she wanted to see right now. Especially when she was finally beginning to move on from the past. She stopped abruptly when she was in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing here, Eames?" she asked angrily. "Most importantly, how did you even get in here?" she asked without giving him a chance to answer her first question.

"I can be quite convincing when I want to be," Eames answered wearing that smirk on his face that at one time made Sadie melt. But, now it made her want to slap the smirk right off his smug face.

Sadie rolled her eyes at him. "Why are you here?" she asked not in the mood for him being smug.

Eames ignored her and looked her over, well her top half over since she was standing behind the bar with her lower half out of sight. His expressions changed and he raised an eyebrow, "I see dyed your hair." A moment later, he added, "Brunette looks good on you."

"Flattery will get you no where, Mr. Eames," Sadie said with a roll of her eyes. "And, yeah, I did. When I moved back here, I felt as if I needed a small makeover with the memo that bastard guys need to stay the hell away from me," Sadie told him. Then she added after some thought, "But apparently since you're here now, I'm gonna assume it hasn't done it's job properly."

Eames didn't say anything for a moment, but then said, "Alright, I kind of deserved that."

Sadie laughed a slightly evil like laugh and said, "Kind of? Kind of? You more than kind of deserved that. You played me just as much as Arthur and Ariadne did!"

Eames replied nonchalantly, "It was my job to. I take my jobs seriously."

In a tone a lot more hurt than it should've been Sadie muttered under her breath, "Yeah, of course, you do."

Eames noticed the tone of her voice almost instantly and with an eyebrow raised asked, "Why do you sound so disappointed by that?"

Sadie froze and said nothing, avoiding eye contact with Eames. To be honest, she wasn't sure what she should say. She didn't want to say the wrong thing. But, at the same wasn't saying nothing a worse thing to do...or not do depending on the way it was looked at. She finds herself sighing a breath of relief when someone at the other end of the bar calls for her to get them a drink.

Sadie looked at Eames and spoke, "I'm at work, Eames. I can't talk anymore."

Then, she turned and made her way to the other end of the bar, leaving Eames there to do whatever or think whatever he wanted. She glanced only once behind her after walking away from him, only to find that the seat he was previously sitting in was now occupied by someone else. Another breath of relief escaped between Sadie's lips.

~Unbroken~

It was closing time and Sadie was wiping down the bar when she felt a presence in the room with her. She was the only employee still there, so she knew it wasn't one of the other bartenders she worked with. Curiously, Sadie stopped wiping down the bar and looked up. She didn't see anyone there, though, so she went back to wiping down the bar.

"You never answered my question earlier," a voice spoke up suddenly.

Sadie jumped and looked up, one of her hands already clutching her chest where her rapidly beating heart was trying to pound its way out of her. "Jeez! Scare me half to death why don't you!" she exclaimed slightly angry that she'd been snuck up on.

Eames ignores her, and says again, "Sadie, love, you never answered my question earlier."

Sadie's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't seem to say anything at that moment. So, Sadie went back to cleaning the bar in order to ignore Eames until he gave up and left. Sadie realized how stupid that thought was, but she stuck with it. It was all she could do not to lose control and answer said question he was referring to.

She wasn't completely sure what question Eames was referring, too, but she did have an idea of which one it was. If it was in fact that question, then she really didn't want to answer it. Not now...not when she's suppose to hate him. The answer would make her buckle and all of her resolve would crumble into pieces.

Eames suddenly grabbed her arm forcing her to stop what she's doing and look at him. Getting impatient he said for the third time that night, "You never answered my question from earlier, love."

Sadie suddenly couldn't ignore him any longer, adverted her eyes from him or anywhere around him, and whispered, "Maybe, I thought you'd be different than the one I heard so many stories about. Maybe, I thought you'd be different and notice how I felt...how I felt or thought I felt about you without me having to tell you."

Eames let go of her arm quickly as soon as she'd finished saying what she was coaxed into saying.

Sadie looked up and was shocked to see him walking away. "Where are you going?!" she found herself asking before she could stop herself.

"Somewhere far away from here," was Eames' reply.

Sadie felt her blood start to boil then, and she yelled after him, "You can't just run away now! You came here! You wanted to know!"

Eames stopped dead in his tracks and turned around and in a tone of voice that matched her own he yelled back, "You wanted Arthur! Just Arthur! Not me! Keep it that way!"

Sadie's eyes widened and she felt like jumping over the bar and beating some sense into him. She had four older brothers, if she could take them on, then Eames would be a piece of cake, even despite his size. But, Sadie is shocked when instead she blurted out as she walked around the bar: "Actually, I wanted you both."

Eames' eyes widened shocked by the new revelation.

Sadie didn't give him much time at all to think of anything to say back and goes on, "Well, at least I did before I found out the truth. But, I only acted on my feelings for Arthur and not you, too, because I felt safe with my choice."

"Sadie..." Eames started to say a shocking hint of pain in his voice.

"We talked about it," Sadie cut him off and confessed to him.

Eames' eyes widened and he asked, "What?"

"Arthur and I briefly talked about it. I told him that I may have felt something for you, too, but then I got kidnapped and I found out the truth. I hated both of you then and I suddenly wanted nothing to do with either of you. You both betrayed me. You both betrayed my trust, and the sucky thing is...Arthur knew the truth because we were together for a few weeks, and he's suffering with the fact that he hurt me so badly...but, you...you didn't and you're not suffering. Until now," Sadie explained suddenly feeling a feeling of wanting revenge and what better way to do that than to get the last word in.

"Sadie..." Eames tried again.

Sadie shook her head cutting him off once again and turned around heading back behind the bar. "Get out, Eames! Just get out! Go away and don't ever come back!" she demanded returning to finish cleaning the bar.

It was a few moments later that the door slams, literally shaking the entire club, and Sadie is left all alone. Sadie throws the cleaning rag down and leans against the bar as she tried to regain her composure before she finally picks the rag back up and finishes cleaning the bar with no further interruptions. Although, it takes her twice as long top finish cleaning the bar because her mind is racing with so many new thoughts and questions now.

Her life had just gotten even more complicated now that her past had caught up with her.

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