I was long shipping EAMES+ARTHUR+NEAL to be a family of three since another fanfic call “SKYBIRD”. After watching SKYFALL, I discovered Q should also be one of Arthur’s sons. Therefore, it becomes a fandom series of EAMES+ARTHUR+NEAL+Q, a family of four.
CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION (for this Fandom series only)
(Thanks to Ned for drafting this)
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1. BEST THIEF (EAMES + NEAL)
2. THE CHILD (ARTHUR/EAMES + Q)
3. CONVERSATION (ARTHUR/EAMES + Q)
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THE CHILD by Ned
SUMMARY:
That night was a total disaster to both Arthur & Tommy (Q), a failed mission, a broken family. However, they would both agree they would not regret it.
Somewhere in New York
A car drove by a resident area late at night, just a little faster than the speed limit. The man behind the steering wheel had tense shoulders and set his eyes straight at the road. The matte silver case in the back seat reflects the street lights dully. Next to it was another man playing with a poker chip in one hand and holding a gun in another.
‘I have to be in London next week,’ said the driver. His knuckles were white from his dead tight grip holding the said wheel.
‘Oh? For a job?’ asked the man behind curiously. He looked around as if expecting something other than the conversation the two were about to have.
‘No…’ The driver swallowed.
‘Darling?’ The passenger’s attention was now fully on the brunette in the driver’s seat.
‘Eames, there’s something that I have to tell you…’
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A year and a half ago
Arthur was young and stupid. Maybe not as young as his excuse was supposed to be, but still.
It started like this:
Arthur got a job and it was not a pretty one. His client wanted an extraction on a man in West London. It was simple and easy.
So Arthur formed his own team, got himself an extractor, a chemist and an architect. It was his third time working without the Cobbs, since they were still on their honeymoon. It had been more than half a year. Arthur missed them and would worry more than he already did if Cobb didn’t call him a while ago just to tell him they extended their honeymoon again.
So after all the research and planning, Arthur and his team went to perform their extraction. They bribed the only maid that worked at night and went into the mark’s bedroom. Everything was running smoothly.
It wasn’t until a gunshot pierced through the air that was so loud Arthur could even hear it in his dream. Arthur shot himself awake and woke everyone else up. Then everything went to hell.
Their chemist was dead. So was the maid they bribed. The team was double crossed. Arthur was double crossed. It wasn’t until Arthur barged out the bedroom and ran to the hallway did he felt the rage. Then Arthur froze.
A young boy stood at the end of the hallway, wide eyes and looking straight at Arthur. The mark’s child was still in the house.
The extractor and architect hurried pass Arthur and to the stairs.
‘What the fuck are you waiting for? There’s a fucking bomb in that fucking room!’
As Arthur turned around he saw a man in black pointing a gun to him – no, to the boy. His first reaction was to block the gun from the boy and shoot. A bullet hit his shoulder and he fell.
A sharp sound screeched. Arthur ran toward the boy and tackled him to the room behind him.
The bomb turned out to be a tiny one, yet that did not make it any less deadly if Arthur’s team were still under.
The room turned out to be the boy’s bedroom. A loud honk came from the window.
‘Arthur! You still alive? Get your ass over here god fucking damn it!’
The brunette swore he wouldn’t work with noisy extractors ever again. He picked up the kid and yelled back, ‘Ben. Get over here.’
‘What?’
‘Just get over here.’
The extractor stood under the window. Then Arthur yelled, ‘Catch, drop him and you die.’ He threw the child out of the window then jumped.
Ben, thank fuck, did caught the kid but fell on his ass. Arthur bruised his hands and knees but he was alright. The soil was soft enough.
‘Why the fuck would you throw a kid at me? Now what would we do with him? Kill him? What the fuck is wrong with you?’ They walked to the car and drove off. The architect, Jessica looked pissed.
Ben wouldn’t stop screaming off everyone’s head in the whole ride. At least the kid knew not to talk. Jessica was a hair close to strangle her obnoxious passenger.
Arthur pressed his wound with just enough pressure to stop the bleeding and stared at the child. The child stared back.
Thomas Ethan Davies was the kid’s name, son of Ethan and Maria Davies. His family had a bit of old money and his mother slipped into coma due to a freak accident. He was sent to a boarding school afterward. It was near Christmas and that was why Thomas was back in the house.
Arthur could tell anyone about this kid and the kid’s own parents, but that’s unnecessary.
The thing here was that Thomas had no one now. Arthur knew the Davies didn’t have any relatives close enough to keep in contact with. Thomas had no one to look after him because of Arthur. It was Arthur’s fault. If he had done enough background research on the client this would not have happened. Thomas would still have a father to be with.
‘You’re bleeding quite a lot,’ said Thomas in a calm voice. He tilted his head a bit as if to have a closer look at Arthur’s face and Arthur could hear him thinking even with the distracting pain in his shoulder and Ben’s rant as background noise.
Then Arthur made a decision and to be honest it wasn’t a really bright one.
They drove into the warehouse they were working in and started cleaning up immediately. All files were burnt and computers wiped clean. They couldn’t bother wiping up all their prints as they originally planned so they threw bleach all over the place instead.
Arthur took the whole box of first aid supplies and start cleaning up his wound. His good hand was shaky from all the blood loss it was hard to stitch himself up.
‘Need help?’ asked Thomas. He was kneeling next to Arthur while Jessica and Ben were all over the place.
‘No… No it’s fine,’ replied Arthur a moment later. ‘Thanks,’ he added. The kid was a lot calmer than he expected him to be.
‘I’ve done stitching before, on mice. I know enough first aid to help. You look like you need help,’ said Thomas, looking intently at the wound.
Arthur’s hand would not stop shaking. ‘Okay, I guess.’
It turned out the little boy in front of Arthur had the steadiest hands Arthur had seen and did the neatest stitch Arthur had other than professional surgeons. Arthur recalled that Thomas was eight years old, and that made him wonder just how much time Thomas spent stitching mice. The air stank of bleach.
‘I was bored,’ answered Thomas. He told Arthur about his days in his boarding school and how older boys would try to tease him. He made sure they didn’t by hanging gutted mice in front of their bathroom mirror. The boy was as calm as day and it was as if he was talking to a companion than to some stranger who took him away from home late at night while his father’s bedroom was bombed.
‘It was fun, you know. They didn’t even know it was me. I –‘
Ben suddenly grabbed Thomas from behind and started inspecting him. He checked all the pockets and emptied them.
‘Seems that this little shit isn’t as sneaky as I thought he’d be, huh,’ commented Ben. ‘Just what exactly are you going to do with kid?’
‘I’ll take care of it,’ replied Arthur.
‘Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about us, brat. If you do I’ll make sure you’re not alive myself, that is if you get to make this one out alive,’ Ben barked out a laugh.
‘It’s not like anyone would believe what a child says anyway,’ commented Thomas in distaste. ‘Your warning was pretty much pointless.’
‘Why you-‘
‘Shut it, Ben,’ said Arthur. Tension lay heavily among the bleach stinking air. Ben glared at Arthur then the boy, and turned around to finish packing up. Thomas kept quiet afterward.
They managed to pack everything they needed and wiped out all evidence in half an hour. The team left in separate cars.
When Arthur and Thomas were in private, speeding towards somewhere far away from West London, Thomas started talking again.
‘I’ll be in an orphanage, wouldn’t I? To be honest I never thought I would miss boarding school much,’ said Thomas in a quiet voice.
‘No you won’t. You’ll be back in boarding school and I’ll be your custodian. You’ll have your life back. I owe you that’ replied Arthur. The part about Thomas’ father was left heavily unsaid.
‘I guess you do,’ whispered Thomas, minutes later. He didn’t look at Arthur again in the whole ride.
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