DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

I'm really sorry for the late update.

"Hey, look at me." Arthur placed his hand under Ariadne's chin and tilted it slightly so she was looked at him. "Don't worry, We'll get out of this," he promised.

She nodded. "Ok."

He eyebrows furrowed. In concern. "How do you feel?"

"Strange."

"Bad strange?"

She shook her head. "Different strange. I feel…." She let her hand fall to her stomach. "Kind of tired…sick and hungry. But really hungry."

Arthur smirked ever so slightly. "So nothing different."

"Shut up."

The door snapped open and Ariadne snapped her hand away from her stomach. Arthur straightened.

"Here," Smith snapped, throwing a file at Arthur, who caught it quickly and gracefully as Ariadne noticed.

"What is this?" Arthur asked suspiciously.

Smith narrowed his eyes towards Arthur. "Work. Get it done."

"Or what?" Arthur replied, close to hissing.

Quickly, Smith moved off the room, avoiding Arthur's death gaze. He grabbed Ariadne's throat and slamming her against the peeling wall. Ariadne felt her head spin, and she let a small whelp escape her lips. Arthur stiffened.

"Just get it done, or I will kill you."

He released her throat and walked out, muttering something under his breath in disgust. Ariadne's hand flew up to her throat as Arthur rushed to her side, grasping her arm.

"Ari?"

Ariadne shivered slightly before pausing. Arthur stared at her for the next few moments.

"Ariadne. Say something." Ariadne blinked before letting a few tears fall. A small few sobs escape her lips before she fell into Arthur's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Arthur frowned and stroked her hair, allowing her to break down.

Eames frowned at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"About what?" Cobb sighed.

"About this. It's my fault, I should have ben more cautious about taking any odd job."

"Eames, there's no point in apologising," Yusuf pointed out. "The only thing we need to focus on right now is getting out of this. We all have places we need to be. Arthur and Ariadne should be getting married, you and I should be in Mombassa and Cobb should be with his children."

"Yusuf's right," Cobb sighed. "The only thing is, we need a plan, and I don't think we're capable of doing much at the moment."

"Well we can't wait long or they'll kill us. You know they will," Eames pointed out.

Cobb nodded. "But we can't plan anything without Arthur or Ariadne. God knows what they're doing to them."

"So...what do you want to do with them?"

Phillips scratched out elaborate patterns on the old, dusty desk with his fingernail. Smith stood over him, angry.

"I'm telling you, if you want any of them dead, I'll do it right now." He made a motion across his neck with his finger.

Phillips rolled his eyes. "We can't just take them out. I want them to suffer for what they did to me."

"But I thought that was just Cobb and the Point Man. Why do we need the others?"

Phillips stood up. "Because that's the only way we can really get to them. Through each other."

Smith's eyebrows knotted together in a confused fashion. "I don't understand what you mean."

"The only way to make them suffer, is to break their trust." Phillips smiled cruelly. "We're going to get Cobb to kill each of his team-mates."

Smith blinked. "But...how?"

"...Inception."