A/N: This is dedicated to my cousin Averi for her 16th birthday! You made me go see Inception with you and I've fallen even more in love with Joseph-Gordon Levitt. So here's my Inception story!

Jace White

It was the type of rainy day, which made most people, want to curl up on their couches and drink a war cup of tea. Unfortunately for me here I am stuck outside in this rain. Then again how bad is it really? This rain isn't real, or so the double-sided coin in my hand tells me. It should be a normal quarter in my hand. You know the heads or tails kind of quarter. Instead it's a tails or tails kind of quarter. Considering I always pick tails, I suppose my luck never runs out. Well today seems to be that unlucky day, which shows up hidden behind the good ones. It's that bad day that makes me want to punch some one in the fucking face. It's that kind of day. I've been shot in the arm twice. I know I'm the Point Man and it's my job to protect the others, but come on they need to hurry up. I feel like I'm bleeding to death here. I've never been one for pain, even the fake kind. The only thing that keeps me from yelling is the small reminder in my hand that this is a dream. A lovely dream that Elsa created. She's our architect she always goes all out with the dream worlds. But the Gotham-like cities are her favorite; I think it reminds her of where she grew up. Either way after about over 100 times in these places they start to creep you out. Especially the dark building in front of me. Elsa's not conventional enough to go for a safe. No, she goes for the windowless tower. Being honest, not the first place I would hide my secrets, but it works. And if succeeding means I have to stand outside Elsa's man made safe, with a bleeding arm then so be it, she just better hurry up. The problem with the three-man team I'm on is that well, we only have three men. Technically two men and a woman but really who's counting? The ever-charming Zane is our forger. He and Elsa work as our missing fourth, the extractor. You'd be surprised the demand for privacy invasions in this world and the lack of people to do it… I always wanted to know what other people were thinking. Having to share dreams with people however has changed my views… I think I'll just keep to myself. I glance at my ever-slowing watch, they have ten minutes. They better hurry the hell up.

Zane Holden

It's cracking them what I find to be rewarding. The look on the victims face when they realize I'm a fake, an imposter … a liar for lack of a better word. I don't think Elsa likes it very much… either that or she thinks I drag out the process too much. But something inside of me knows better. She hates two things in the world, people who are better at her job than she is and people who wreck her 'artwork.' I'm currently in the process of that.

"You're not real!" Exclaims our client, Mr. Johnson. His wide eyes stare at my changing appearance.

"Don't worry about that Mr. Johnson. Like I said before, I'm here to protect you… so I need you to tell me. Where did you hide the money?" Elsa asked as she saunters her way over to the chair where Mr. Johnson is sitting. Normally I would consider anyone looking like that unbelievably hot, but I've known Elsa long enough to see her snap. She glares at me and I give her a quick wink as I toss my silver compass into the air and catch it in my hand. The needle spins as if it's trying to locate north. It won't be able to. No matter how good an architect is they can't recreate the Earth's polarity in a dream. "I'm serious Mr. Johnson, we don't have much time. Where did you hide the money?" She asks again, her voice has gone up an octave, she's frustrated.

"I don't know!" He cried. Elsa and I share looks frustration. That's when I notice it, the picture of the sailboat.

"How about a boat Mr. Johnson do you happen to own a boat?"

"Yes but…"

"FREEZE!" Elsa and I look up quickly. It's his subconscious they must have shot Jace before coming here. He did seem overly distracted today.

"Step away from Mr. Johnson!" A tall burly man calls out. We both take a few steps back.

"Calm down, we don't want any trouble," Elsa starts to explain, of course by the time her last word leaves her mouth she's on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"You going to shoot me or what?" I ask. It's over anyway. We found what we came for. The bullet hits me with such force that I drop my totem and I almost forget I'm in a dream.

It really is a simple thing to see one of your friends inject a poor sleeping man with some sedative when only a minute ago she was laying in a pool of her own blood.

"See you got the blood out of your hair," I say as Elsa stands up and smoothes out her black pencil skirt. I suddenly remember this is business class on a train and we're dressing the part. I glance back over at Jace when Elsa doesn't respond. Jace's curly golden hair hangs just above his bright blue eyes. I can see he's thinking, he has his mouth open and he's biting his tongue. That's his brain blast look.

"So how'd you die?" I ask him. Jace turns to me and gives a half-hearted smile.

"I was hit by a car." Elsa pauses from grabbing her black clutch and stares at him,

"You didn't hear the car coming?" She asks. Jace rolls his eyes,

"Well someone made it pour! I couldn't hear shit and they came at me fast… I wasn't exactly prepared."

"Well be prepared next time," She looks at him, she's channeling our old friend Dominic Cobb. I haven't seen that man in years, him or anyone else on his little team. I have to admit, I missed Eames the most, we had the most fascinating conversations is jail cells while we waited for Elsa and Arthur to come bail us out. It's been years since she's seen him… her and Arthur had a thing a while back. I never mention it of course, she doesn't mention the girls I come home with every night, I don't mention Arthur.

"We should go," Jace states as he tosses me the silver suitcase. "Take this. Don't drop it." He orders as he straightens his black tie.

"Don't worry White, I not gonna break shit!" I snicker.

"I wonder why we're still friends," Elsa groans.

"It's my deviously good looks," She glances me up and down. She knows I'm good looking, I know I'm good looking; hell even Jace knows I'm good looking. Not that he's a bad looker himself; I just have the haughty look down. You know, I have the long dark brown hair and smoldering chocolate eyes.

"That must be it. It sure as hell wasn't your brains," Elsa notes as she shoves me playfully as she walked by.

"Definitely not your brains… you think I'd be stupid. I am the blonde one," jokes Jace as he runs his fingers through his thick hair. It was true; Elsa and I were both brunettes.

"Yeah but people like you better. I think your blonde hair makes you more approachable," I joke as we leave the compartment.

"Yeah, it's my golden hair not my golden personality."

"Why don't you two just kiss already?" Elsa asks as she watches us with her cat like eyes. "No? Fine let's go. We're getting off at the next stop. Jace you're with me. Zane, head to the front of the train. Call us when you get out."

"Will do boss," I waved them off as I started up the front of the train. I had been walking for about 10 minutes when it finally dawned on me. This was a paradox maze… I had moved just far enough to get away from Elsa and Jace. Whoever created this dream was skilled…dare I say it? Better than Elsa? Just to make sure I pulled the small compass out of my jacket pocket. Sure enough the needle was spinning madly in it confinement. I grabbed my cell phone and started dialing Elsa's number

"What's wrong?"

"You mean you haven't noticed yet?" I wanted to laugh at the irony.

"Noticed what?" Her cold voice snapped at me.

"Check your totem, we're in a dream."

Elsa Logan

"Check your totem, we're in a dream" Zane's voice reaches my ear. He has to be kidding. I only designed one dream level

"That's impossible."

"Did you check?" He asks me. I glance over at Jace whose eyebrows are knotted together in confusion. He watches as I pull the silver marble out of my coat pocket. I let it drop, waiting for the crash to signify I was in reality. Instead the marble bounces back up with out a sound. I snatch it in mid air and meet Jace's eyes.

"Great…" he mutters and rubs his hand down his face.

"So now what?" I asked into the phone.

"Make the train stop…" I smiled a little as I spoke again,

"It will most likely kill you and turn whoever's subconscious were dealing with on us."

"I always thought you like causing a commotion. I can see outside. This world's big. A wall should stop the train."

"Fine, but don't complain about a headache later," I say before I hang up. I'm 29 years old, I started this in this business around my 20th birthday. I've been a dream architect for nine years, in this time I've been able to perfect my skills. For example I can manipulate dreams that aren't my own. "Hold on Jace, this might hurt." He gives a small laugh,

"Doesn't it always?" I give him a small smile.

"Sorry Jay," I turn back to the hallway which we came from, I can barley make out the outside from a large window. It should be enough; I close my eyes and imagine the wall. Sure enough when I open my eyes there it is and we speeding towards it at over 100mph. The impact causes me to be flung forward along with Jace. I manage to sit up but I can't shake the feeling of vertigo, which hangs over me like a cloud.

"Do you think he's dead?" Jace asks me as he clutched his head.

"Yeah pretty much everybody up there is…" I trail off.

"Shit Elsa!" Jace exclaims.

"What?" I ask him.

"Mr. Johnson!" Damnit, that's not good. "We have to see if he's alive come on." Jace grabs my hand and leads me through the crooked hallway of the train. We arrive quickly to the compartment.

"He's gone…" I manage to utter.

"No he's not…." Jace trails off. I look up at him to see that he's looking at Mr. Johnson. He seems unharmed as he's just standing there, smiling. "Didn't you inject him with some drugs to keep he asleep for at least another hour?"

"Yeah… I thought I did…" Suddenly Mr. Johnson steps forward. Looking back I should have seen this coming, his whole face and body start to morph. Mr. Johnson is 5"10's tall, has cropped dark blonde hair and bluish green eyes. What's most important here is that I know this man, we know this man.

"You've got to be kidding me," I hear Jace mumble out. The so called Mr. Johnson smiles at me,

"Well hello there darling."

Zane Holden

The smash of the solid concrete wall hurts a bit more than I expected. When I wake up on the cot I can still feel the ache in my face. As I pull myself up and yank the IV out of my arm. I suddenly remember the dream I came from didn't belong to me, or Elsa or Jace.

"How have you been Zane?" Comes a calm voice from behind my back. I let out a shaky breath before turning around with a smile plastered on my face.

"Same old, same old Arthur. You? Kidnapping people I see, that as I recall is new. But it's been a few years, thing change."

"Don't they. Time stands still for no man," He stands up and looks over two people one of whom I recognize, Eames. There's a girl with him, she had long brown hair and pale skin. By the look of her she's in her early 20's and she still new at this, she looks uncomfortable even in her sleep.

"Who's the jailbait?" I ask as I look over my respective teammates. They're fine I have no need to stare at their empty faces.

"She's twenty-three," Arthur responds.

"So you are dating her." He glares at me with such a passion i wonder if it's Elsa staring at me and not him.

"I didn't say that… we're not together."

"Oh good, Elsa's already going to be furious at her for creating such a believable dream world, no need to bring love into it. She is the architect right?"

"Yes."

"And let me guess, Mr. Johnson is really Eames?"

"You've gotten smarter."

"Years of practices… so is there a reason you kidnapped me and the others?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"All in good time Zane," He glances at his watch, then at the PASIV… I notice they have a few minutes left from the blinking LED clock display, not that it will matter Elsa and Jace are going to need a kick.

"So, is Eames going to shoot them?" I ask casually.

"Probably, it would be easiest… why you have a better idea?" I shake my head no, I just want to get out of here, and the sooner everyone wakes up the sooner I can leave.

Jace shoots up first, I don't think he could reach for his totem fast enough. He grips the metal coin in his hand and double check that it has both heads and tails, then he turns to Arthur.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Review and let me know what you think! - Alexa