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The truth was he needed something more than somnacin. He had thought this part of his life was over and done with but there were times when one had to resort to what they knew best to get the job done. That was what mattered in the end, getting the job done.

Leaving the mark and others there in Barcelona, he had returned to Vegas. The time was mostly spent dealing with old friends and worse enemies. In the end though he had gotten a name. A name and a place. The next flight was for the Netherlands.

Just after touchdown, he sent a message to the number he'd been given and waited for a response.

DeVico gave me your name. We need to talk.

Neither could be sure how long they lay on that floor. Watches were taken, the rooms remained dark and there was only the dim light just beneath the door to give them any frame of reference even to the shape of the room. Laying there on the floor, their fingers touched for a long time as the sounds outside ebbed and flowed. Shouts and yelling, fights and even laughter. More than one voice, though muffled enough it wasn't clear how many. Though the back and forth of conversation could be made out. At some point a door opened.

The man stepped into Ariadne's room, backlit from the light in the hall. The result was a shadowy hulking figure with something dangling from one hand that might have been some kind of rope of such, and a bit of a hard laugh.

"Off the floor, face to the wall and hands at your side," he ordered. "No arguments, no fighting, or they start with random shots into the other room."

It was obvious whoever "they" were, they had done their research enough to know that a threat against Arthur might do well to get them compliance from Ariadne.

The job in Spain had been going well. A long term research project that meant a lot of studies, dozen of dozens of notes and Ariadne having to do and redo the work on the dream layouts. Yet it wasn't bad work. The extractor was good at his job, and the forger they brought in kept low. Even Edith was easy to work with now that she was back, safe and sound and talking explosives in her spare time. It was, no pun intended, a dream job.

So it was Arthur wasn't expecting the attack that came. He and Ariadne asleep in his bed, curled up around one another. One moment in a dead, dreamless sleep, in the next Arthur felt something. A sharp prick, a pain, and then the darkness of sleep came again.

When he came to everything had changed. The bed replaced by a thin mattress on a cold, tile floor. No carpeting, no blankets, and most disturbing of all, no Ariadne.

Sitting up, blinking against the dark. No lights, not even a seam where a door didn't quite match the floor. He didn't move, trying to hear anything. Breathing. The sound of a snore.

"Ariadne?"

He whispered her name, worried about anyone else knowing he was awake from whatever it was they'd given him.

1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

All answers are screenedpretend, eh? This is just between you and me.

Who: Arthur with mention of Cobb
Rating: Mature audiences only.
What: Arthur acts on memories of the past.
Warnings: Dub con could apply.
Where: Taken from the question meme and said I would expand it for [Bad username or site: littlspecificty, @ livejournal.com] though it didn't really turn out like I had thought it would.
Word Count: 1890

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Well, that was bizarre. I just had like a half dozen friending emails from people I've never rp'd with and then when I went to check if I was missing something, none of them were friended to me. Anyone else having issues with this?

Marked a post private because I upset someone and I shouldn't have. I won't do it again and I'm sorry. I never want to make people feel bad for doing what they enjoy and I was a selfish brat for that post. Last of these there will likely be.

Again, sorry.