LAST CHAPTER! WHOO!

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And I'm sorry that I haven't been on as much lately...school just gets in the way, ya know? And I'll be writing less so I'll probably only upload a couple of oneshots every month...maybe a full-fic when I have time...BUT I PROMISE I'LL HAVE AN INCEPTION HALLOWEEN FIC UP BY THE END OF OCTOBER! I've already written it-consider it my 'treat' for ya'll! =)

Now, about this chapter...it's an epilogue, so it's not that great. And the ending is really corny/cliche, but oh well. I hope you guys still like it!

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We'll Be a Dream
Chapter Nine

Six months later...

"I must say, Arthur," Yusuf snickered. "This isn't one of your best ideas."

Arthur nodded in agreement as he and Ariadne watched Eames stand up from his seat at the table. The forger grabbed his wine glass and, after downing the remaining contents, began to drunkenly tap the side of the goblet with a dinner knife.

"Why, Ar?" Ariadne hissed, hiding behind her veil. "Of all the people you could have chosen, why'd you have to pick him?" Everyone in the reception hall turned to look at them, but their focus was soon averted to Eames, who had succeeded in smashing his glass into pieces.

"Oops." With a shrug, he tossed the remains of the once sparkling crystal behind his shoulder then proceeded to the closest glass he could find, which, unfortunately, was Cobb's. The extractor looked up to glare at his colleague, but Eames ignored him.

"Attention! Attention, everybody!" His speech was slurred, thanks to the alcohol, and his entire body seemed to sway to an imaginary beat. Ariadne groaned, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Arthur put his head down on the table.

Certain that he'd captivated his audience at last, Eames smiled wildly and cleared his throat. "Now, I know this is a very important day for some of us." He gestured to his two teammates, both of whom were trying to disappear from view. "In fact, I wasn't even sure this day would ever come. See, Arthur here isn't much of a lover. I honestly thought he was one of those asexual lads, all work and no fornication."

If looks would kill, Arthur would have been a murderer.

"But, aside from his obvious lack of imagination and originality, Arthur is a great man. Why, I remember the first time I'd met him- Artie, Cobb, and I go way back, you see. We've been working together as accountants for years."

Cobb let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding- even in his drunken state, Eames still knew how to keep important matters secret. But still… accountants?

"As I was saying, Arthur was still fresh out of college when I met him- around 23, maybe? How long has it been? Four years? Five? Six? I forget…" The forger downed the wine in Cobb's glass, then reached over to snatch Yusuf's, who was too busy laughing to care.

"Where was I? Oh yes- Arthur. We'd all been working late one night, and poor Cobb was just losing it. Couldn't take all the numbers anymore, see. Tantrums, hissy fits, the whole ordeal. And Cobb was starting to get me riled up as well. But Arthur just gave us that degrading stare he's so good at- oh look, he's demonstrating!"

Arthur was glaring at Eames as if he was a lowly imbecile.

"- and simply said, "Dom, get a grip, you old tosser!"… Well, that's not exactly what he said, of course; I might be paraphrasing just a tad. But no matter- my point is, that was the day I realized what a great, great man Arthur was. And now, at last, he's found someone who'll be able to put up with his greatness! Little Miss Ariadne…"

This was the moment Ariadne had been dreading; the moment when Eames finally got around to talking about her.

"Ari here came to the accounting agency around a year ago. Bright, charming, ever-so enthusiastic. After a couple of tough clients, however, her enthusiasm waned out a bit. But she'd had it long enough to attract a certain point- I MEAN, a certain…accountant. And so Arthur went to work; a couple of longing glances, a few stolen kisses. And, of course, once they'd started dating there was that whole pregnancy scare…oh wait," he hiccupped, catching Ariadne's glare. "I wasn't supposed to mention that, was I? Oh well… Anyways, I just wanted to say that I'm happy for the two of you, and may you live long, and stay in love, and have dozens and dozens of little tykes that I'll be made the godfather of…" Hiccupping once more, Eames raised up the glass of wine he'd take from the chemist. "To Arthur and Ariadne!" He crowed, finishing off his speech.

The guests who still had wine glasses raised them up, while Cobb and Yusuf, both goblet-less, settled for a hearty cheer. Ariadne, who had smiled in spite of herself, laughed, and even Arthur's stony stare seemed to be cracking.

Suddenly, a loud "BRRMMMM" echoed through the reception hall. Cobb looked at Arthur, who looked at Eames, who merely took one last swig of wine before reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out a small revolver. A smirk on his face, he pointed it at the point man and cocked the barrel.

"See you on the flip side, darling."

"You better have something ready for next week, because you are NOT going to be using that as your best man speech."

"Why not?" Eames whined, pulling of the wires hooking him up to the PASIV device. "I thought this one was better than the one I'd written two weeks ago! At least I didn't mention any of your body parts!"

"Eames!" Arthur exclaimed, exasperated. "It's my wedding day! I picked you as my best man for a reason. Don't ruin it for us!"

"I think what Arthur's trying to say is," Ariadne interrupted, grabbing her fiancé's hand in an attempt to calm him down. "Eames, can you please find it in you to write a semi-serious speech for our wedding? It would mean the world to me and Arthur."

Eames smiled. "Why, of course, sweetheart. Thank you for asking nicely."

The architect grinned, then squeezed Arthur's hand gently.

"Thank you, Eames." Arthur groaned, before stalking off to his desk.

"Don't mind him," Cobb called from the lawn chair he was still sprawled on. "He just has pre-wedding jitters. Happens to everyone."

"I'm sure of it," Ariadne mused, walking over to him. She sat down in the empty seat next to her boss, and bit her lip. "Umm…Cobb?"

"Yeah?"

Ariadne twirled the end of her scarf between her fingers. "I was wondering if… you know… since my father's missing in action at the moment…you could maybe…?"

Cobb smiled, touched that she would come to him for such a huge request. "Of course I'll walk you down the aisle, Ari…"

With a little squeal, Ariadne jumped up to give her adopted-father a hug. He was startled by the sudden impact, but soon returned the hug. He only let go once he heard Eames' impatient voice from across the room.

"Oi! Ari! Sweetheart, we've gotta go to the dresshop to finish up your dress! And you KNOW how crazy you 'bride-to-be's can get. Let's hurry up now, c'mon!"

Chuckling, Ariadne pulled away and ran toward him, stopping only to plant a loud kiss on Arthur's forehead. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" he called to her retreating form.

Cobb stood up and walked over to his colleague's desk. "This is a big step for you, marriage." He looked Arthur straight in the eye. "Are you sure you're ready for it?"

Arthur smiled and looked at the framed picture of his fiancé on his desk. "Cobb, I've been ready since the day I met her…"

The extractor smiled back and clapped his friend on the shoulder, knowing that, just as his and Mal's had been, Arthur and Ariadne's wedding would be a dream come true.

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-MusicMakesMeWannaCRAZYDANCE