Inception fic; Arthur/Cobb; PG
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strokeof_genieTitle: Prompt: Arthur is the only one who carries a gun with him in real life.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 900
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Arthur's armed and dangerous, and shares after the Cobol job goes awry.
Author Notes: In the fill for this prompt, I spelled Cobol wrong. Forgive me D: And! And, I got to do a lot of fun research for this! This place here talks about the weapons used in the movie. I use that site whenever I have to write about weapons in fic.
Arthur carries a gun on him at all times. If he's asleep, it's under his pillow. If he's awake, it's under his jacket in a shoulder holster. If he's in the shower, it's on the closest counter possible. He never sleeps in hotel rooms that are made specifically for the handicapped, because they're spacious and maneuverable and he can't keep his gun close to him, in the bathroom.
He used to work alone, before Cobb. But before he used to work alone, he worked as the point man for a very different set of people. He used to extract, on loan for these people to different patch work teams. He would, on occasion, have to defend himself in reality.
After the Cobol job, Arthur pulls Cobb aside and asks about his feelings on guns in reality. He ignores it when Cobb pulls out his totem while Arthur is getting them new beers, but stays in the kitchenette long enough to guess that the top fell.
"You think we should carry guns after this job?" Cobb asks, and Arthur sighs.
"I knew it'd be dangerous. I wasn't anticipating our failure, of course. I think that you should have a gun in case you need one," Arthur says, and doesn't add that he can't project one.
Cobb narrows his eyes at Arthur. "You still carry a gun," he says, and Arthur can tell he feels like an idiot for not noticing. "Or just got back into the habit?"
"I never stopped," Arthur admits, and Cobb winces. "Do you need one? I procured one for your use." Arthur pulled it from a safe in a bank he has in the area; he has several around the world. He suspects Cobb does as well, but with less armaments than Arthur.
"You never stopped," Cobb says dully. "The people you used to run with are nothing like Cobol, they have nothing on Cobol. And you -" Cobb stands, runs a hand through his hair, and turns back to Arthur. Arthur tries to look calm and collected, as usual. It's surprisingly easy, considering he has two dangerous organizations - three, if you count the organization he stole from, his employers, and now Cobol. He's had a lot of practice, and he's changed a lot over the years.
"It's not as bad as it seems," Arthur says, as confidently as he can. Cobb stares, until it gets awkward, and then Arthur nods. "All right. I'll go get that gun."
"At least you know how to use them," Arthur says, as he comes out his hotel's bedroom after retrieving the gun from his safe. "You've handled them in reality, too, right?" At Cobb's nod, Arthur smiles. "This is a Beretta Px4 .45, relatively easy to conceal and carry. We don't really have the leisure to go to a range," Arthur says, and Cobb glares at him. "But you can try it on."
He hands Cobb the gun, safety on, and a holster. "I'm not too sure how to take this," Cobb says, and Arthur blinks at him, and then at the gun. "I mean, the fact that you are still carrying and have easy access to weapons."
"You work with me because I can do this sort of thing," Arthur says vaguely and dismissively. "Now let's get your holster settled," and he gestures for Cobb to stand, so he can fit the straps. "It's not uncomfortable after a while, and this version has ties so your belt, so it won't ride up." He attaches it all, adjusts it so that he thinks it should be comfortable. "Okay?"
"Arthur, can I have another beer? Please?" Arthur watches Cobb pinch the bridge of his nose, and debates what he's going to say carefully.
"I would, but you are holding a loaded gun right now," is what Arthur decides on, and sighs when Cobb sets the gun down and gets the beer himself. "Right. Okay." Arthur has his gun on him; as long as he's near Cobb, they're safe.
***
After the inception, Cobb tells Arthur guns aren't welcome at his home. When he adds that Arthur is, though, Arthur just nods and thanks him.
It takes him a week to show up at Cobb's house, without a gun. He has to make sure he won't endanger anyone, and then he has to psyche himself up. He still has the knife strapped to his ankle, and he knows he'll be in trouble if Cobb finds out, but he's been armed the better part of his life. You can't just drop that kind of habit.
Cobb doesn't exactly frisk him when he arrives at the house, but he does hand James right over, on Arthur's left side, so that he sidles the child close and where his holster should be. And then he hugs him, puts a heavy hand on Arthur's hip where another holster would be, the other ruffling James' hair.
Arthur doesn't expect for the knife to be found at all, but then Cobb presses him against the wall and kisses him, which he isn't expecting either. When it comes time to remove his shoes and socks and pants, Arthur has some explaining to do, but Cobb just glares a little. Arthur finds the ceramic knife later in the night stand on the other side of Cobb's bed, when Cobb has him move out of the guest room and into his room.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 900
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Arthur's armed and dangerous, and shares after the Cobol job goes awry.
Author Notes: In the fill for this prompt, I spelled Cobol wrong. Forgive me D: And! And, I got to do a lot of fun research for this! This place here talks about the weapons used in the movie. I use that site whenever I have to write about weapons in fic.
Arthur carries a gun on him at all times. If he's asleep, it's under his pillow. If he's awake, it's under his jacket in a shoulder holster. If he's in the shower, it's on the closest counter possible. He never sleeps in hotel rooms that are made specifically for the handicapped, because they're spacious and maneuverable and he can't keep his gun close to him, in the bathroom.
He used to work alone, before Cobb. But before he used to work alone, he worked as the point man for a very different set of people. He used to extract, on loan for these people to different patch work teams. He would, on occasion, have to defend himself in reality.
After the Cobol job, Arthur pulls Cobb aside and asks about his feelings on guns in reality. He ignores it when Cobb pulls out his totem while Arthur is getting them new beers, but stays in the kitchenette long enough to guess that the top fell.
"You think we should carry guns after this job?" Cobb asks, and Arthur sighs.
"I knew it'd be dangerous. I wasn't anticipating our failure, of course. I think that you should have a gun in case you need one," Arthur says, and doesn't add that he can't project one.
Cobb narrows his eyes at Arthur. "You still carry a gun," he says, and Arthur can tell he feels like an idiot for not noticing. "Or just got back into the habit?"
"I never stopped," Arthur admits, and Cobb winces. "Do you need one? I procured one for your use." Arthur pulled it from a safe in a bank he has in the area; he has several around the world. He suspects Cobb does as well, but with less armaments than Arthur.
"You never stopped," Cobb says dully. "The people you used to run with are nothing like Cobol, they have nothing on Cobol. And you -" Cobb stands, runs a hand through his hair, and turns back to Arthur. Arthur tries to look calm and collected, as usual. It's surprisingly easy, considering he has two dangerous organizations - three, if you count the organization he stole from, his employers, and now Cobol. He's had a lot of practice, and he's changed a lot over the years.
"It's not as bad as it seems," Arthur says, as confidently as he can. Cobb stares, until it gets awkward, and then Arthur nods. "All right. I'll go get that gun."
"At least you know how to use them," Arthur says, as he comes out his hotel's bedroom after retrieving the gun from his safe. "You've handled them in reality, too, right?" At Cobb's nod, Arthur smiles. "This is a Beretta Px4 .45, relatively easy to conceal and carry. We don't really have the leisure to go to a range," Arthur says, and Cobb glares at him. "But you can try it on."
He hands Cobb the gun, safety on, and a holster. "I'm not too sure how to take this," Cobb says, and Arthur blinks at him, and then at the gun. "I mean, the fact that you are still carrying and have easy access to weapons."
"You work with me because I can do this sort of thing," Arthur says vaguely and dismissively. "Now let's get your holster settled," and he gestures for Cobb to stand, so he can fit the straps. "It's not uncomfortable after a while, and this version has ties so your belt, so it won't ride up." He attaches it all, adjusts it so that he thinks it should be comfortable. "Okay?"
"Arthur, can I have another beer? Please?" Arthur watches Cobb pinch the bridge of his nose, and debates what he's going to say carefully.
"I would, but you are holding a loaded gun right now," is what Arthur decides on, and sighs when Cobb sets the gun down and gets the beer himself. "Right. Okay." Arthur has his gun on him; as long as he's near Cobb, they're safe.
***
After the inception, Cobb tells Arthur guns aren't welcome at his home. When he adds that Arthur is, though, Arthur just nods and thanks him.
It takes him a week to show up at Cobb's house, without a gun. He has to make sure he won't endanger anyone, and then he has to psyche himself up. He still has the knife strapped to his ankle, and he knows he'll be in trouble if Cobb finds out, but he's been armed the better part of his life. You can't just drop that kind of habit.
Cobb doesn't exactly frisk him when he arrives at the house, but he does hand James right over, on Arthur's left side, so that he sidles the child close and where his holster should be. And then he hugs him, puts a heavy hand on Arthur's hip where another holster would be, the other ruffling James' hair.
Arthur doesn't expect for the knife to be found at all, but then Cobb presses him against the wall and kisses him, which he isn't expecting either. When it comes time to remove his shoes and socks and pants, Arthur has some explaining to do, but Cobb just glares a little. Arthur finds the ceramic knife later in the night stand on the other side of Cobb's bed, when Cobb has him move out of the guest room and into his room.
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Date: 2010-08-11 10:19 pm (UTC)"You work with me because I can do this sort of thing," Arthur says vaguely and dismissively. YES THIS. Fic sav'd so hard. You are awesome.
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Date: 2010-08-12 01:55 am (UTC)Emotional scenery is such a beautiful way to put it! I like characters to do want they feel, or communicate to the audience with actions and feelings more than scenery or explanations I have to make out of their POV. That's why I write in third person limited POV, not omniscient, because I feel like it gets the audience closer to the character.
Um, sorry for the hellishly long comment. It's just, I think that your comment is one of the best I have ever received! ♥
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Date: 2010-08-12 02:04 am (UTC)I'm happy you enjoyed it! ♥
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