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The Boston Job by cmonkatiekatie (PG-13)
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames; Ariadne/Yusuf (mostly implied)
Length: 6400 words
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cmonkatiekatie
Author Website: cmonkatiekatie's stories on AO3; cmonkatiekatie's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: Arthur and Eames are working the same job together with Yusuf and Ariadne, but their schedules on the job are running counter to one another. When Eames is coming in to grab sleep, Arthur is heading out. Pretty soon it's apparent to everyone that it's the distinct lack of Eames that's been putting Arthur on edge.
This story's all about the peculiar connection between Arthur and Eames. They don't seem like friends, they spend a lot of time insulting and one-upping each other, but when it comes right down to it, they need one another. They miss one another, and insult by Post-it note just isn't the same. It's a lovely story about realizing how important someone else can be, and it isn't even about attraction. I love this look at Arthur and Eames here; both oddly vulnerable, and yet, still very much themselves.
Ariadne looks at the ceiling contemplatively. "Oh. Oh my god. It's Eames."
Arthur scoffs. "I did not break up with Eames." Breaking up necessitates being with someone, and Arthur has never been with Eames. He would remember.
"No. No no no. It's Eames. He's gone nocturnal so there's nowhere for your pent up aggression to go."
Yusuf leans back in his chair and says, "You know, that makes sense," just as Arthur says, "That makes no sense."
"Wait. Hear me out," Ariadne says. "He's your, like, partner in verbal sparring. You have no one to one up. It must be killing you."
There’s this sound Arthur makes, this high pitched scoff thing he hasn’t used since middle school. That’s nice. "But I can one up you guys,” he says. “If I were the one upping type, which I'm not, but if I were. I have you."
Yusuf laughs and Ariadne says, "Oh, Arthur."
On LJ: The Boston Job
On AO3: The Boston Job
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Arthur/Eames; Ariadne/Yusuf (mostly implied)
Length: 6400 words
Author on LJ:
cmonkatiekatieAuthor Website: cmonkatiekatie's stories on AO3; cmonkatiekatie's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: Arthur and Eames are working the same job together with Yusuf and Ariadne, but their schedules on the job are running counter to one another. When Eames is coming in to grab sleep, Arthur is heading out. Pretty soon it's apparent to everyone that it's the distinct lack of Eames that's been putting Arthur on edge.
This story's all about the peculiar connection between Arthur and Eames. They don't seem like friends, they spend a lot of time insulting and one-upping each other, but when it comes right down to it, they need one another. They miss one another, and insult by Post-it note just isn't the same. It's a lovely story about realizing how important someone else can be, and it isn't even about attraction. I love this look at Arthur and Eames here; both oddly vulnerable, and yet, still very much themselves.
Ariadne looks at the ceiling contemplatively. "Oh. Oh my god. It's Eames."
Arthur scoffs. "I did not break up with Eames." Breaking up necessitates being with someone, and Arthur has never been with Eames. He would remember.
"No. No no no. It's Eames. He's gone nocturnal so there's nowhere for your pent up aggression to go."
Yusuf leans back in his chair and says, "You know, that makes sense," just as Arthur says, "That makes no sense."
"Wait. Hear me out," Ariadne says. "He's your, like, partner in verbal sparring. You have no one to one up. It must be killing you."
There’s this sound Arthur makes, this high pitched scoff thing he hasn’t used since middle school. That’s nice. "But I can one up you guys,” he says. “If I were the one upping type, which I'm not, but if I were. I have you."
Yusuf laughs and Ariadne says, "Oh, Arthur."
On LJ: The Boston Job
On AO3: The Boston Job
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!