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05 September 2010 @ 01:02 am

Title: Lelow 
Chapter: 9/? 
Rating: PG 
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inception. 
Pairing/Characters: Arthur/Eames, Phillipa, Mal, James, Cobb  
Summary: In which the Phillipa dreams, James is a chocoholic, Eames gets a new nickname, Arthur chokes,  and Cobb is adamant. 
Author’s Note: I totally just got back from Inception.  Omg, still so good.  =)  I'm literally floating about on an Inception induced cloud.  I think I could probably see this movie a hundred times and stil come out with questions.   
Previous Series: Yellow One  Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven  Eight  Nine
  Ten  Eleven
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8




“Uncle Arthur?” James asks.  He doesn’t look up from kicking at the fallen leaves lining the sidewalk.  The wind ruffles his hair as they make their way to the park exit.


“Yes, James?” Arthur replies when it doesn’t seem like James has any intention of continuing.  He shifts the soccer ball to his other arm. 


“Boys don’t cry, right?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  Girls cry, Phillipa cries a lot.  But boys don’t cry cause they’re tough, right?”  He pauses for a breath.  “But Daddy cries.  And Daddy’s not supposed to cry.”


Arthur stops him, kneels down on the sidewalk and turns James until they’re facing each other.  “James, it is perfectly acceptable for boys to cry, especially when they lose someone they love.  If you want to cry because your mother is gone, that’s okay.”


“Mommy’s not coming back, is she?”


Arthur drops the ball, pulls James in.  Despite what he just told him, he fights back tears.  “No, James, she’s not going to.  Your mommy is dead now,” he murmurs.  James sniffs loudly. 


“Who’s gonna make me sandwiches and sing songs in the car?” James questions.


Arthur swallows.  “Your daddy will.”  He stands, ruffles James’ hair.  “Maybe Phillipa will sing with you, if you’re nice to her.  And I’ll make you a sandwich if you want when we get back.” 


James fetches the ball and holds it tight against his stomach.  “I want more ice cream,” he announces.


Arthur chuckles.  “You had some already.”


“But I want more.  We can get one for Eames too so he won’t be mad at me anymore, okay?”


“Eames isn’t mad at you,” Arthur responds.  But he finds himself turning toward the ice cream shop anyway. 




Eames fell asleep sometime after the girl chipmunks did their version of Hot ‘n Cold.  Phillipa was stretched out, head pillowed on Chenille, already sound asleep.   He wakes to the menu playing over and over, the squeaky voices singing.  But he can’t hear the singing.  All he hears is the screaming. 


Phillipa thrashes on the sofa; the caterpillar is on the floor now.  Her hand glances off his stomach and he has to catch her before she joins her toy.  “Phillipa,” he calls.  His head aches with the high pitched screams.  “Phillipa.  Pippa, Phillipa!”


His hands grip her shoulders and she sits up, eyes wide and face wet.  She gasps and chokes on air and then she’s burrowed into his shoulder.  His shirt is soaked with tears once again.  “Phillipa,” he whispers.  His hand reaches up to uncertainly rub against her back, to tug at her hair affectionately.  “It was only a dream, nothing can hurt you.”


It’s true, and it’s not.  He’s had lots of unpleasant experiences with dreams.  But she’s four and she shouldn’t have, she won’t realize he’s lying for years to come.  He hopes anyway.  “Mommy,” she gasps.  She pulls away and looks at Eames but her gaze is unfocused.  “Mommy was there.”


“It’s okay,” he soothes.  He bends to pick up her caterpillar and hand it back to her.  “It was just a dream,” he repeats.


“Mommy was sad,” she continues, oblivious.  “And Mommy had the knife again, the knife I couldn’t tell Daddy about.”  Her arms wrap around Chenille and she seems to melt into the toy.  “She got mad cause I told Daddy and she chased me but it wasn’t tag.  It wasn’t fun.”




“I miss Mommy.”  Her face rests against his shoulder again.  “And Daddy’s sad now too.  I don’t want him to die too.”


“He’s not going to die anytime soon,” Eames murmurs.  “He loves you, Phillipa.”


Her eyes are accusing.  “Mommy loved me too.”


The front door opens while Eames is still fumbling for a response.  “We got ice cream!” James hollers.  “Strawberry for Phillipa.”


Phillipa wipes her face on the caterpillar.  Eames feels his stomach churn and he can’t even imagine eating the dessert.  Arthur appears in the doorway, holding two ice cream cones, one of which is mint chocolate chip.  “Everything okay?”


“Just fine.  Pippa and I just finished watching this charming movie,” Eames replies.  He eyes the ice cream.  “Oh, you remembered my favorite,” he beams.  James follows, holding out a strawberry ice cream cone while licking at his chocolate one.  Phillipa takes it with a watery smile.


Arthur snorts as he hands him the ice cream.  There isn’t any missing this time and Eames actually feels disappointed.




Phillipa’s fingers dance across the marks on Eames’ arm.  James watches Sesame Street while he sets up the dominos again.  “Do you love Uncle Arthur?”


Arthur makes a choking sound from his spot on the sofa.  She just had to ask after he’d taken a drink.  Eames and Phillipa ignore him.  “Why?” Eames asks.  He watches the way her fingers drift across the needle marks.  Arthur watches as well.


“Because you’re here.  You live here, right?”


“Sometimes,” he agrees.  His eyes dart over the top of her head to meet Arthur’s and he winks.  “He thinks I’m a slob though.”


“You are,” Arthur mutters.


Phillipa is undeterred.  “But you share a bed, like Mommy and Daddy.  Mommy says only grown-ups who love each other sleep in the same bed.”  Arthur, for once, doesn’t correct her grammar, leaves the tenses as are.


“Then I guess you have your answer,” Eames replies.  He smiles at her.  “Why are you tickling my arm?”


“Mommy has these marks.”  Her lips pull together and then her face relaxes.  “Uncle Arthur says it’s from work.”  Her eyes narrow as they look up at him.  All he can see is a young, female, Cobb when she looks at him like that.  “Do you work with Uncle Arthur and Daddy too?”


His smile twists a little.  “Used to work with Arthur,” he agrees.  Arthur gets up, goes to help James set up a ramp for the dominos.  “Maybe we will again.”


Phillipa nods slowly.  “Okay.  You should work at Disney, with Daddy too.  And bring me and James,” she says and smiles.  Eames chuckles.  She leans in then, whispers loudly, “I’ll tell you a secret too.  I think Uncle Arthur loves you too.”


Eames winks at her.  “I think so too.”


Arthur snorts.




When Cobb arrives an hour later James is bouncing around the apartment.  Eames is studying his reflection in the hall mirror and wincing at the bruising.  At least nothing is broken.  Cobb looks tired, worn out, and frayed around the edges.  One good tug could unravel him into a ball of Cobb colored yarn. 


“How are you?” Arthur questions as he closes the door.


Cobb shrugs.  “Fine.  More questioning.”  A hand runs through his hair.  “They’ll want to talk to you probably,” he adds.


“The police?”




“Daddy!”  Cobb looks up, a smile breaking out on his tired face.  James and Phillipa run up to him and he pulls them both into a tight hug.


“How are you guys?” he asks.


“Real good,” James answers.  “Uncle Arthur got me ice cream and we played soccer!”  Eames makes a pained noise and Arthur kicks his ankle lightly.  “Where were you, Daddy?”


“I had to see some people,” Cobb answers.  He turns to his daughter.  “Phillipa?”


“I got strawberry ice cream,” she murmurs.  He ruffles her hair while James returns to the living room to finish Sesame Street.


Cobb stands and leans against the wall, Phillipa stands at his side, and he finally notices Eames.  “What the hell happened to your face?”


“Your son has a fine leg on him,” Eames groans.  He prods his nose once again and flinches.  “Bloody football, he didn’t even get Arthur.”


“It was hilarious,” Arthur agrees.  His eyes are laughing even as he maintains a straight face.  “Phillipa, why don’t you go get your movie, it’s on the coffee table.”


“Okay.”  She darts away. 


“How were they?” Cobb asks.


“Fine,” Arthur answers.


Eames hesitates, turns to look at them.  “Pippa’s not,” he says finally.  “Screamed like a banshee from a nightmare.”  His gaze shifts from Cobb to Arthur to Cobb again.  Absently he reaches into his pocket, fiddles with his totem.  “I think you should teach her about totems.”


Cobb’s face closes almost immediately.  “No.”


“Don’t be an idiot, Cobb,” Eames says.  He pushes off the wall and approaches, voice dropping.  “She dreamed that her mother was chasing her with a knife.  Don’t put her through it.”


“No totems,” he replies stiffly.  His eyes dart to the living room where the sound of falling dominos sounds.  “They aren’t always trustworthy.  And she doesn’t need to learn of that world yet.  Neither of them does.”


“Well, it’s better than nothing,” Arthur murmurs.  “Maybe the dreams will stop after she’s had time to process Mal’s death.  But if not, maybe you should-”


“No,” Cobb repeats.  He pushes past them and into the living room.  “Come on, we should get home.  Say goodbye and let’s go.  Grandma and Grandpa will be here in an hour.  We’ll pick them up at the airport, okay?


“Bye, Eames, Uncle Arthur,” James says.  He dashes out the door, Cobb trailing him, before they can reply.


Phillipa wraps her arms around Arthur’s legs, face buried in his thigh.  The caterpillar hits his stomach.  “Bye, Uncle Arthur.”


“Goodbye, Phillipa,” he replies.  He ruffles her hair and flicks the caterpillar’s antenna.


Her eyes find Eames before she crosses to him, hugs him tight.  He hides his surprise well, hugs her back.  “Bye, Uncle Eames.”  Eames blinks at her.


“Bye, Pippa,” Eames murmurs.  He has a large smile on his face though.  Arthur smiles as he closes the door behind her.  Eames grins at him, eyebrows raised.  “Uncle Eames, huh.”


Arthur flicks him in the shoulder on the way past.  “Don’t let it go to your head,” he teases.



Current Mood: excitedInception!!!!!
Current Music: Freshmen - The Verve Pipe
AYMSzeto on September 5th, 2010 05:32 am (UTC)
Awww~! Uncle Eames and Uncle Arthur. <3 Who love each other and sleep in the same bed. *giggles*

Poor Pippa though. D: Nightmares like those ones just aren't cool.
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 5th, 2010 04:53 pm (UTC)
Haha. Yep! But they aren't married. >.>

No, they really aren't. =(
AYMSzeto on September 6th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
Not...yet, they aren't. ;)

I'm glad my nightmares are usually only me being late to work, haha,
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 6th, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
Haha. =)

Lucky. Mine are so messed up sometimes it isn't even funny. =|
AYMSzeto on September 7th, 2010 02:54 am (UTC)
Doesn't it make you wish you could control the dreams like in Inception? Or at least, bring in hotties like Eames or Arthur to kick ass for you. ^^
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)
Yes, definitely. To both counts. Except then I might have to question my reality...
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
If I had hot men like Eames and Arthur at my disposal, I wouldn't care if I was in reality or not. xD
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
Ah...this is true too. I don't think I'd mind questioning my reality... =D

On a side note, JGL is visiting my friend's college next month and I am seriously questioning why I have not transferred there yet.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)
OMG what COLLEGE is this?! I NEED to call in sick to work NOW. O____o

theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
It's University of Pittsburgh I believe. Like...twelve states away from me otherwise I WOULD BE THERE. I am trying to get her to swear to me she will video it. >.>
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:44 pm (UTC)
Screw the video.

Tell her, if she's really your friend, she will kidnap and steal JGL for you and drop him on your doorstep, wearing a pretty red bow and nothing else. And by you and your doorstep, I mean me and mine, of course.

theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:00 pm (UTC)
Lmao. I shall tell her! But I will settle for a video if she can't manage it. ::nods:: Is totally not looking up plane fare to Pittsburgh...
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:04 pm (UTC)
How come he's going there and not visiting me in Canada? We're cool up here. ;-;
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)
I don't know! I'd like to know why he isn't visiting my school too. She also had Taylor Lautner in Pittsburgh filming recently. I think actors just like Pennsylvania?
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
I had to pause and figure out who this Talyor chick was. Then I realized it was a dude. O.o

I just Googled up some more JGL and bugger me but he was in Vancouver earlier this year, filming some Seth Rogen film. WHY did I not discover this amazing man till NOW? I could have been stalking him in Vancouver months ago!!!

Come back, JGL, come back. ;-;
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:15 pm (UTC)
Haha! My friends and niece are in love with him.

=( Aw! That's too bad. I've been a fan of his since I saw him in Angels in the Outfield when I was like...eight or something. Lol.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
I've had something of a sheltered upbringing. D: I've never seen Star Wars, Titanic, Gone with the Wind, Borat, Bruno, Juno, and like all the 'classics' and other things.

I'm working on fixing that though. I think 'Mysterious Skin' is in the mail and should be on my door tomorrow. <3 I got my Inception Shooting Script yesterday too. <3
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:28 pm (UTC)
I've never seen Star Wars either. Or Star Trek. Titanic I saw. Juno I saw part of. Borat and Bruno I had no interest in seeing. Have you seen Latter Days? JGL has a small-ish role in it.

UGH. LUCKY. I don't know when mine will be here. Hopefully this week or next week. ::grumbles::
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:30 pm (UTC)
I'm not the only weirdo then! Yay! *glomps*

I'm trying to decide if I should write love notes to JGL/Arthur in it or not. :P
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
Nope! Omg, I got the weirdest looks the first day of class when everyone was talking movies and I mentioned having not seen Star Wars. I honestly don't know why either. ::sigh::

Haha. I don't know.
my_dollmy_doll on September 5th, 2010 05:43 am (UTC)
"Uncle Eames" I like it :nods:
I feel like I need a totem. I woke up just about an hour ago after dreaming that my aunt found out she had cancer and only had three months to live.
Luckily the tv was on and the George Lopez show helped me sort of gain my bearings. Meh.
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 5th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
I like it too. I think Eames likes it as well. =D

O.o That's creepy. I had weird dreams too so I think I might need one too. Except everyone already says I'm obsessed and this will just be cannon fodder. ::shrug::
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
I have a totem.... It's not weiiiiird, really. And I'm not obsessed. Really. ;-;
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Haha. I totally have one too. >.> Obsessed? Never heard the word before. Lol.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Is yours a loaded die? I wasted four die already, trying to load them. D:
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
No because I totally couldn't figure out how to load it properly. >.> Annoying.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 10:48 pm (UTC)
I know, right?!

The opaque die are easy to load but if you want to load the transparent die (because Arthur's is transparent and damn him for being a genius and making a loaded transparent die, arrrrgh!), apparently it's like near impossible. D:
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)
Haha. I know. It's ridiculous. I kind of want to accomplish it just so I can put it in a fic or something. "The 100 Ways Arthur Tried to Load His Die..."
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:04 pm (UTC)
I bet you he tried to microwave it and it melted into a little red puddle and ruined his microwave. >:D

Also, it'd he hilarious and cracktastic, if in the end, he simply ordered it off Ebay, LMAO.
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:17 pm (UTC)
Haha. Yes. And then he had to scrape it off the microwave since it could be toxic.

LOL. Or he stole one from Eames or something.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:26 pm (UTC)
Please write this. ;-;
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
Uhhhhh. I will see? I probably will, but maybe not until this weekend. Cause I'm trying to finish chapter ten and get that posted tonight...
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
Ooh, chapter ten~!
Something to look forward to after work! <3

And something else to look forward to this weekend! <3 <3 <3
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:40 pm (UTC)
Fffffffffffff Chapter Ten
It's fighting me. It's been fighting me for days. I want to hit it with my dictionary.
AYMSzeto on September 8th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Fffffffffffff Chapter Ten
*hits chapter ten for you*

*with the Shooting Script*

*then with JGL's guitar*
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Fffffffffffff Chapter Ten
::gasp:: Not the guitar!!!

Lol. Thanks though. I think it'll be beaten to submission soon. Hopefully.
AYMSzeto on September 9th, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
Re: Fffffffffffff Chapter Ten
Okay, maybe not the guitar then.

*kicks the chapter with a stuffed shark* >:D
dakunutdakunut on September 5th, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)

brb, bleeding for Cobb and Pippa
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 5th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)

Aw! Sorry. =(
clair3: love meclair3 on September 5th, 2010 12:47 pm (UTC)
hehehh Uncle Eames has a nice ring to it XD
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 5th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
That it does. =)
corblycorbly on September 5th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
Aww, 'Uncle Eames.' > w<
And I'll bet Uncle Eames gives the best hugs for poor little Pippa's. <3
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 5th, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
I bet he does too. I wouldn't mind a hug from him myself. =)
agonfilesagonfiles on September 8th, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
The children are heartbreaking...

...but Uncle Eames... PFT. <3
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
I know, they really are. =(

Haha. Poor Phillipa has no idea what she's created now. =D
blacklabcoat: Mal Cryingblacklabcoat on September 8th, 2010 12:50 pm (UTC)
I've just spent a few days reading Yellow and this (yes, I'm a slow reader) and let me just say there isn't one line that I don't love.

It's all so lovely and so heartbreaking... And thus, PERFECT.

(OMG, Uncle Eames. That's almost too cute to bear. And perceptive Phillipa is perceptive. "I think Uncle Arthur loves you too.” <3)
theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:36 pm (UTC)
Aw! That's fine. Thank you for reading them both. =)

Psh, it's far from perfect, but thanks so much for saying it is. My face: =D

(Phillipa is a perceptive child. It's quite annoying, lol. Haha, she doesn't know what she's done, calling him Uncle Eames.)
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theoriginal_isttheoriginal_ist on September 8th, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I am trying very hard on the realistic-ness of it. More should be up tonight.