Fic: Burden of Sacrifice Title: Burden of Sacrifice
Author: Loyle
couple: Arthur /
Eames Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nothing this is mine. Non-profit or theft.
Summary: When Arthur felt lost always dial the same number. But never expected what that would imply.
Warnings: Overture Lemmon. Slash. I recommend watching the video and then read the fic, an "over the sequence.
Beta:
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1)
poison_d90 . Thank you, without you I would have made up this fic: D
Note: Dedicated
has a_lunatica , dammit! D: without you I would never have entered this fandom, I'm lost in it-___-
Note: noe is mío.Lo video on youtube and only found used as inspiration.
of Sacrifice Burned
Maybe it was the worst person in the world, or at least should be trusted, but it was the most trusted. His life was in their hands. Arthur
spun in desperation in the room. Everything had gone wrong. I knew this was not just any removal mining. They were getting into with a big shot, but Cobb had told him that everything was under control. However, it was not.
He grabbed the phone and spoke to the first person who came to his mind. Eames.
One, two, three ... no answer. Hang up and try again. Her hands tremble.
- Arthur? "Hear the voice of Eames by cell phone.
-Eames ... I need you, is not the first time he says that oracióny knows
will not be the last.
- Where are you? -Listening sound through the horn.
-In Motel "Moon." I left Cobb and Ariadne, I lost, "says Arthur hurriedly.
"I'm on the road.
-.-.-. Eames
handled at full speed, at that time did not care about your safety, just a thought in your head: Arthur.
know well that when he talks and asks for help is because it really is lost. Few times, but each remembers it.
150 km / hr. 180 km / hr. 200 km / hr.
The sign appears in the picture. Is near. -.-.-
still hanging around in the room, not knowing what to expect. Listen hard knocks on the door, have arrived. Take his gun and pointed at the door. The worst is yet to come.
Take all your things, while the entry point, we decided to leave. Goes to the door slowly.
- Open up, you idiot! "That's it. Open quickly.
-Eames-pronounce softly. Oddly enough, from that moment
feel safe and secure.
- What happened? Eames says entering the room, slamming the door behind him.
Arthur looks for a moment his clothes look bad on, a gray sweatshirt and jeans, and with her hair disheveled. Could not be better.
-work went wrong, we set a trap. Everything was planned to sabotage Saito. And us too. Cobb escaped with Ariadne. Eames
spinning in circles while looking at Arthur. The action is inevitable. Arthur throws himself against taking him by the face, he plants a kiss full of need and despair. Arthur was quick to respond, she takes the sweater and pulls it toward him, trying to stick as much as possible. Saliva and languages come together for a moment. Hands
slip under clothing. Pats fast and full of desire. Eames leaves the mouth to move his neck, kissing and biting delight, wanting to mark what is theirs. Arthur's hands going through his hair. The eyes are.
"We must get out of here," said Eames, clasping his lips quickly.
Arthur takes all his stuff, check out the gun before, know they are waiting. He looks up and sees the Eames. Are ready to go.
The door is opened by a kick from Eames. They run away and fall rapidly stairs. Two vans in the parking lot waiting for them. When you are in front of them, the whole picture changes.
Bullets fly back and forth.
- Arthur Run! Eames yells. Go through the car-keys throws. Sale
running with the keys in their hands, feel your muscles tense from the effort. He stoops to see a close shot in his direction. Get in the car. Try to set the car with his trembling fingers, think Eames product alone. The car starts and it accelerates.
is a few meters from Eames, sees him hiding behind a pillar.
- Eames up! - Screams with all his strength giving way. Eames
runs to the car trying to dodge all the bullets. Two steps, three steps ... Eames falls.
-.-.-.
Try to dodge all the bullets, he sees a pass near his leg. Is a short walking distance of the car. Intense pain in the back. Her eyes clouded and lost control of his legs. Dropped.
- EAMES! - You hear a scream filled with pain.
Their clothes start to feel fríay thick, the liquid slides down his sides. The floor is buried in his face. Every time your body feels heavier, crushing his lungs.
-Eames, Eames ... answer me. Eames, please do not do this, feels like it dragged. You can not go. Not after all. You have to endure.
Try to answer but has trouble articulating. Everything is becoming heavy. Arthur tries to upload it to the car, but it is an impossible task when the bullets are moving towards them. Throw it on the seat of the car.
- Shit - Arthur dives. Have given in the leg. Eames
it falls within. It's like a extraction, your senses are disconnected from the world and there are only your subconscious Ely. The last thing you see is the image of Arthur.
-.-.-.
Arthur is facing the coffin. Few people are its sides, all sides are
blurred. His gaze is focused only on the mahogany box in front of him, roses invade. Earth begins to fall on it.
"We must go, Arthur, a hand resting on his shoulder, something as fleeting as the moment. Not credible. Cobb is time-whispers.
The last traces of the coffin is covered. It's the end. -.-.-
Sitting behind the wheel, your body feels lead. Blurred vision, tears threatening to leave, it's time. Everything is so unreal. The end had come without warning or appeal, had just arrived. Hitting the steering wheel tightly, removing all the rage.
The horn sounds repeatedly.
can not more, tears sliding down her face freely. Arthur feels lost ... But this time there is no one to call.
-.-.-. It has been
four months since that day. Lying on her bed turns over and over again for weeks that can not sleep. The images haunt him just by closing his eyes.
is painful.
The sound of her cell phone rings. Hope it rises rapidly.
"Cobb." Answers.
- Are you okay? "Is all he says.
Arthur looks out the window. You do not even know if it is.
-Normal. What happens?
"I have a job. You know without you I can not do anything, it's back.
Arthur sighed, it's back.
-.-.-.
are in the midst of extraction. Ariadne done a perfect job, the architecture is ideal. Cobb tricks as well as ever. There is only doing their job. Quickly find the papers on the desk before him.
- Are you sure you are there, dear? - Heard a voice behind him. Is unmistakable. Turn
. Opposite him is Eames, with his impeccable suit, his fingers playing the totem.
- Ea ... month? Stammers. You can not believe what your eyes see. Eames
laughs.
- Did you forget my name, Arthur? Eames-sees in the eyes with a touch of naughtiness characteristic of him.
The world begins to shake. The extraction is forgotten. The only thing that can focus the image is in front of him.
"You're ... You ...
" I'm here, dear. Here you, "Eames takes about Ely's hair rudeness. Their mouths are joined at any moment. Arthur feels as if it were true that invades and madness.
increasingly stronger quakes. The walls around him begin to fall, but nothing matters more than the mouth of Eames. Eames mouth against hers. Their tongues playing with each other.
- Arthur! -Sounds like screaming your name. The kick does
presence.
This is the first time that appears in your thoughts Eames.
-.-.-.-
Sitting on a park bench, analyzing everything. Everything happened so fast that your mind does not want to assimilate. Scrub your hands on face. Each time the blame gets heavier. The more lost than ever.
pocket pulls out his cell and dials.
"Eames. I left a message. " Listen again and again that little recording.
"Eames. I left a message. " Beep is heard bouncing on the recording.
"I need ...
Arthur closed cell and puts it back in your pocket. The knot is back to form in his throat. Raise your face to the sky and feel the sun's rays invade your face. When you open your eyes ... I see among people.
Eames
standing in the crowd with a smile on his face. Looks.
rose from the bench and runs toward him. Eames's smile widens. It is becoming closer to him. However, Eames disappears.
Arthur stands in the middle of the sidewalk.
That's the first time your subconscious betrays him. -.-.-
Eames is everywhere. Every time I go out the window, Eames is on the street. When going to the supermarket, he is seeing through the glass of the entrance. Is everywhere.
can not stand it anymore. You must take action.
-.-.-.-.
Arthur decides to enter his subconscious. Only then will find the answer. It connects to the arm tube. Ariadne is on your side, is the only person in whom you can trust. He sits in the chair, it is within him.
Opening eyes in the hotel room.
- Did you miss me, dear? "Eames question from the bed.
Arthur turns to him. There is, as always. Slowly approaches him. Everything is so surreal.
- What is it Arthur? Eames-ends to go the distance that separates them.
They are face to face. Words are not needed at this time. Arthur is released on Eames. The two are lying on the bed. The lips soon found us, not touch. Everything tastes and feels real. The clothing is being forgotten on the floor. It is skin to skin, and feeling hot.
"Stay with me, Eames. Please stay -. Arthur caresses and whispers between bites.
"I'm here with you Arthur. Only two of us.
bodies merge. Become one yourself. The screams and groans invade the room. Everything is forgotten, the only thing that counts are the feelings and fur. The only thing that exists is the present, or future or past interest.
bodies unite.
-.-.-.-.
Arthur is on the chest of Eames. You can hear the beating of his heart. Pum-pum. Feel the warmth of her invading his body. Is real.
"You're dead," whispered Arthur.
"I'm here with you," responds Eames, stroking her hair.
rose from his place.
must return to reality.
-No. You're dead, Eames. You're part of my subconscious. You are a farce, Arthur repeated, raising his clothes off the floor.
- Is that what's difference, Arthur? I've always been a phony. Tell me, what is the damn difference?! "Eames shouts, visibly angry. This is real, Arthur. This happened, it is real.
"None of this is real, Eames. Never be real.
Their eyes together as always, but this time there is any time. This time there is disappointment in them. "This
is not real, "she whispers Arthur. Go
sadness and disappointment on the face of Eames.
The kick comes, as always.
-.-.-.-
Ariadne's eyes is a reflection of pity and sorrow. Does not support it. Lift up your things and leave the room. You need fresh air. Need a dose of reality.
-.-.-.
Sitting in front of the tower in Paris a coffee. More than six months has past away. Since that day, this is not chasing him, but he knows he will always be his personal demon.
The night is falling. The sky is becoming ever darker. The view of the city at that time is spectacular.
Walk the streets of Paris. Comes to her small apartment in an old building. Go up to her room and enters. A bed in the corner is waiting like every night. Arthur
sits there and looks out the window.
sometimes misses his presence. Maybe he really is gone. Perhaps now it is just ...
View the briefcase under the bed. The silver shining under the rays of the moon. He has taken with him everywhere, his faithful companion. Removed from its hiding place and opened.
can see the bent tube in the case. It's so tempting ...
She lies in bed and look at the ceiling. There is nothing to tie it. No stopping it.
Take the tube and connected. His hand on the button. Presióny only a matter of choice.
Close your eyes. The decision makes presence.
afraid to open my eyes. Is lost again.
- Eames? Vacuum, "he says.
Silence.
Arthur opens his eyes in fear. The image appears before him.
"I've been waiting for, darling. Eames is
standing before him. His dress is impeccable. A big smile adorns his face.
This time no kick will stand.
The reality is something that we should live, but sometimes they are so tempting dreams, we can not refuse to fall into them.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=1){kind=small}
