The impossible has happened. Ariadne had rejected him.

Fist of all, I am sorry to all my followers/ readers that I have not posed anything for a while. I had a brutal holiday and drama and turnover at work. Being a grown up sucks. Lately I have been too tired to write. Too tired to do anything.

I am not sure how I will proceed with "Do You Still Dream?" I am not liking the pace of it. I normally write out my whole story before I even post the first chapter and this is harder for me. I may finish it but I may not. Don't worry I'll make it up to you guys.

I saw new pics of JGL in his cop uniform online for TDKR and he looks so handsome! I may have to write something about that.

Rejection

~ The Point Man was fuming. Never, ever in his adult life had he found himself being treated so poorly. By a woman no less.
How had this happened? He was always the one in control. He was always the one who did the seducing, the delicate female falling wholeheartedly into his arms, his lips, his bed. What had he done wrong?
Yet, the impossible had happened. Ariadne, had rejected him.

~ Cobb was leaving the airport. His head was high as his fine eyes alighted on Miles. The Extractor looking around him in awe and amazement that they had succeeded in the mission. That he was going home at last.

The Point Man threw the Forger a look as he moved closer to the Architect on the baggage carousel. Eames would wait till Fischer claimed his luggage and the snobby young man was far too refined to struggle with the masses for his own belongings.

Arthur saw a small figure in a white coat make a grab for a worn leather carry all. Her arms not long enough, the people too pushy and rude. The Point Man's long frame hinged down ward. His arms easily making contact with the bag and plucking it up. He heard her gasp and start to protest. No doubt thinking that someone was stealing her bag. When she saw him, her cheeks pinked a little. Arthur gave her his best smile, which was none at all, and returned her bag to her.

"Thank you." She whispered. Barely giving him a glance. They were supposed to be strangers in the airport he remembered. She was playing her part better then he his.

He found himself staring after her as the men all waited until the crowd died down before picking up their things. Watching her struggle to put the strap over her shoulders and prepare to leave. He saw his own luggage. A well traveled, serviceable set.

"Pardon me." He said to an overweight woman before scooping up his bags and following the Architect out. His long strides quickly catching up to her. His hand going to the small of her back as he finally reached her.

"Hi." He said softly.

"Hi." She mirrored back to him. Her eyes wide as they watched Cobb get into the car with Miles.

"Do you think the police will arrest him?" She asked worriedly.
"If they were going to do it, they would have done it already." He told her reassuringly. "It's over, we did it, Ariadne." His voice taking on the confidences of adulthood he was surprised to find himself using more and more.

She seemed satisfied by that and nodded. Not looking at him.
"Were are you off to now?" He asked guiding her to a low key bar. Wanting to buy her a drink and talk. Maybe about the mission, maybe of other things. She stiffened and pulled away from him.

"I was going to catch the next flight to Paris." She told him not meeting his eyes.

"So soon?" he asked. "We just got here." He told her. She nodded and kept her eyes on the people walking around them, feigning great interest in them.

He suddenly felt uncomfortable. A new sensation for him. The feeling he had done something wrong. Like she was mad or upset with him.

"Well, do you have time for a drink?" He asked trying to capture her eyes with his and failing.

"No, I don't drink, and I really want to finish my book." She said feebly flashing him the paperback she held under her arm.

"What are you reading?" He asked trying to show interest as his always alert eyes caught Fischer being walked out of the airport by his driver. The Forger casually walking behind him.

Ariadne gave a low soft laugh.

"Arthur, I know you probably think you can have any girl you want, but I'm not looking for... that right now." She told him finally meeting his eyes.

He took in the deep beauty of those eyes. How large and enchanting they were. Like pools of warm chocolate. Her face was perfect and clear. A light sheen of makeup carefully applied that made her look like she wore nothing more then her own radiance. It was his taste to perfection.
"I don't..." He fumbled. "I don't understand." he finally said throwing Eames and annoyed look as the Forger was watching them from a distance. Ariadne gave him a self amused smile.

"I'm not going to be played Arthur. I know your type." She accused. Her tone haughty and even catty.

"My type?" He repeated. She shrugged.
"The way you acted in the dream. That little trick you played on me. I live in Paris, I know a philanderer when I see one." She said with a shrug.

He gaped at her. His brow creasing into that angry scowl he never threw in her direction. He had never been called that before. He had lovers before, certainly. But his globe trotting work in dream extraction kept him from being stable in any relationships.

"Ariadne-" he started to say before she interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, but, I didn't sign onto this mission to find a boyfriend. I've got enough of that back at school." She said hurriedly inching away from him. "Even if I didn't, I don't see it working out between us." She added.

"Why not?" He said harshly, feeling challenged.

"Well, your temper, for starters." She told him as if were obvious.

"My temper?" He found his breathing had become rapid and his heart was beating loudly in his chest. He suddenly felt embarrassed. Called out, abused and beaten by this petite, little woman. All without her raising a hand.

"Yes, the way you yelled at Cobb in the dream. How mean you can be to Eames-" She started to explain.

"Eames and I have worked together before, he knows how I am. He doesn't take it seriously." Arthur interrupted. His voice taking on that hard edge that threatened the Point Man coming out.

Ariadne sighed.
"Look, I appreciate... everything you did for the Team down in the dream. I just, I wanted to be treated like a Team member. Cobb and the others treated me like I was one of them. I thought you would too." She blushed and looked away from him. "I don't want to be that girl, Arthur." She said before abandoning him there in the airport.