A/N: Sick of me yet? I'm sorry! XD

This is not my best work. Not by a long shot. If you have never read anything I've written, please do not assume all my work is like this. DX

Disclaimer! I don't own the marvelous film Inception. It's Nolan's.

He hadn't noticed the way she hummed while she worked. He hadn't ever seen the way she'd stick out her tongue when she was concentrating. He had never noticed the way she tapped her foot when she was bored.

All in all, he had never noticed her.

Arthur was sitting alone in the warehouse the night Ariadne left. She claimed that she couldn't do it anymore; too much to lose. She didn't want to leave herself in the dreams like Cobb.

Arthur had never considered his feelings towards Ariadne. At first, it seemed as if she had feelings for Cobb. But Arthur didn't know the truth. He never saw the way she'd look at him. He never saw the way Ariadne would watch while Arthur was working. He hadn't noticed the way she'd listen to every word he said and take it to heart.

Arthur never saw the way Ariadne smiled after they kissed in the dream.

He simply never knew. Arthur had been too wrapped up in the details to notice the simplest things. Hell, Arthur didn't see what was standing right in front of him.

So, as he fiddled with his totem as the sounds of the dripping faucet echoed through the gutted warehouse, he couldn't help but worry about what the future held. Would he be able to find a new architect? He felt guilty for only thinking of work, but then again, Ariadne wouldn't want the team to suffer.

The drips weren't even a steady beat, which bothered Arthur to his wit's end.

He glanced towards Ariadne's workplace in hopes to get his mind off of things. It was covered in the clutter she'd left, with files on Fischer and the few other marks they'd worked with. A scale model lay on the floor, waiting to be completed, but it never would.

The clutter had annoyed him at first, but something inside of Arthur was relaxed at the sight of the messy desk. It made him believe that Ariadne was truly in the next room, or maybe out on a walk. With that work place messy, he didn't feel so alone.

"Ariadne?" He called, actually fooled by the illusion. Arthur always thought he was better than that.

It was the moment when Ariadne didn't reply that something inside of him clicked.

Ariadne was gone.

Ariadne was not coming back, and he hadn't done anything to stop it. Arthur had let her walk out that door without giving her a second thought... or chance.

He stood up from his chair and made the long walk over to Ariadne's work spot. He brushed his hand over one of her drawings, marveling over the details. Arthur hadn't truly realized how detailed an architect had to be.

All at once, he wished he had noticed. He wished he had noticed the way her hair framed her face. He wished he had noticed the way her smile could light up a whole room. He wished he had noticed the true art she had been creating.

Arthur wished he a noticed all sooner; before Ariadne had left.

There was nothing he could do. She was too strong for him to bring her back.

He sighed and mumbled aloud, "It's worth a shot."

So, Arthur picked up the phone without hesitation. He dialed the number that he had subconsciously memorized.

One ring.

Two rings.

He stopped breathing.

Three rings.

"Hello?" Her voice poured out of the speaker, and Arthur's breath returned. The sound of Ariadne's voice was enough to bring him out of his misery.

"Ariadne? Can you come back? We need you." Arthur whispered.

She sighed with uncertainty and he collapsed into her chair.

No... please.

"Ariadne. I need you. Please. Just... come back to me."

A/N: Well well well.

I usually don't post author's notes at the ends of anything, but I'll make an exception.

If you, yes you, wish for this to be more than a oneshot, you must let me know.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to pass out.