So I just kinda wrote this in like five minutes, just a little look into Ariadne's POV.

I own nothing by the way, for I am obviously not Christopher Nolan.

She knew. The moment Mal appeared on that bridge, the look on his face. She had to help him. Ariadne pushed him, forcing him to open up to her. She wouldn't let him face it alone. She wouldn't let him face her alone. She was the only one that could. The rest of the team either didn't care enough or were too afraid of what they would find. But they all knew that if their leader lost control it would be the end for all of them.

They noticed her questioning him, pulling him to the side, her worried looks. But they didn't interfere; it was time for someone to help him. Not to take Mal's place, no they knew that would never happen, Ariadne had to help him put her to rest.

It was painfully obvious that he was losing his grip when the train appeared. No one said a word about it, ignoring the truth. They had to believe that he would pull through, especially if they had to go into limbo. The deeper they went the more anxious they all got. But He still put up his façade, always the fearless leader. And she followed him, she would be there.

Fischer was gone, already off the building and safe. Ariadne looked at him, willing him to let go of the projection in his arms. She knew she shouldn't care this much for a man she barely knew, she did though, and she needed him to make it out. She had brought him this far, she had helped him face his memories, she had even shot Mal. But it was up to him, his choice, reality or a dream. She reminded him about Saito, about the team, their mission.

But it was still his choice.

Don't lose yourself!

She jumped hoping that he would listen.

Reality came into focus around her, or at least what she hoped was reality. She felt the soft, first class seat, the hard floor, the sun hitting her face from the window. Movement behind her told her the others were waking, but she would not open her eyes not until she heard him. But Arthur shook her to make sure she was awake. Ariadne looked up at Arthur but made sure to avert her eyes from the other aisle. Not until he woke up.

Seconds ticked by with nothing but worried glances and whispers. Her hand found her totem, she held it in a knuckle whitening grip. He would wake up she told herself. He would wake up and be with his kids. He would wake up and leave the dreams behind. He had to.

Then she heard it, a quick intake of breath from in front of her, and then another from across the aisle. Her heart pounding in her ears, she turned. As her brown eyes met his blue ones she let out the breath she'd been holding. He would be happy now.

Saito made the call from the plane. They gathered themselves and exited the plane as strangers. No second glances, no exchanging of pleasantries. All of them, going their separate ways. But she watched him. He passed her by as she grabbed her luggage. He nodded to her, the only communication they had since waking.

The others noticed the exchange, and they all did the same as they passed her by. No hellos or goodbyes to anyone else in the team just her. As far as the rest of the team was concerned Dom Cobb may have been their leader, but Ariadne was the reason they were all still alive.

They all watched from their respective viewpoints as he handed the man his passport. A second later he was sent forward with a smile from the official. The breaths they didn't know they were holding were let out and then they each went on their way. It was over.

As she got into the taxi all Ariadne could think about was how happy he would be when he saw his kids. She hoped he would hold onto reality. Dreams were amazing, addicting, but they were only dreams. You had to wake up eventually. She was happy he had finally woken up.

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