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Arthur (noimaginationa) wrote,

Post-Vancouver, Arthur keeps busy. He works the Goldberg job smuggling military-grade ricin into Chicago, which is simple enough because it just means buying off customs and finding enough dirt. He kicks Eddie out of the apartment in New York, he goes for a walk in Cambridge, at Harvard Square, and he goes to visit Lydia. She'd been nineteen, a year older than he was, when she -

Arthur misses Lydia. She needed him and he never asked her if she needed him because she did. Missing Lydia is also easier than missing Eames. Just because.

His new passport is American, Michael S. Powell. Born in Lubbock, Texas, birthday November 20. It's stellar work. Better than Eddie's.

He and Percy work another job in Havana, Arthur finds twins, watches them kiss, because it's a whole lot like watching projections kiss themselves. Arthur doesn't find that arousing, but it's...something. Two months pass. Eames has not passed for Arthur, but he will. So long as he doesn't go to Mal's wedding.



Three months. Arthur is going to Mal's wedding, he would have begged off on work, except Percy lets it slip when Arthur finally gets him drunk one night after Havana, that Dom had asked him to be the best man, while they were in Vancouver. And like an idiot, Percy's said yes and they're going to Monaco.

"Would you have said yes?" says Percy. "If Dom had asked you."

Arthur makes a sound in his throat, "I hate weddings."

"If it wasn't me it would have been Elliot Nash."

Eliott Nash. Well. Arthur doesn't know why the fuck Nash is even invited. He knew Dom from school, and manages to hang on to Dom's coattails whenever he can. Maybe Dom likes that, having someone following him around. "...Are you okay?"

"I'm not sleeping with her anymore, Arthur. I'll manage."

"If she loves you, she would have left -"

"No," Percy's look pins him into his seat and Arthur's gulp of wine is stuck in his throat. "And if you say anything to that effect to Mal or anyone else to ruin the wedding, then I won't ever forgive you. Have you heard from Eames?"

"No."


Monaco is beautiful. Arthur has always wanted to come here for a vacation. Unfortunately, he doesn't think this counts. One of his blessings is that he'll spend so much time worrying about Percy's well being, that he'll forget about Eames. Mal has them all checked into the same chalet and Arthur and Percy share a room. They don't have to. But they always do.

"...Professor Miles?" He hears Percy say. Arthur glances up from studying the hotel room key. Right across the hall, there's Stephen Miles. And...

"Mr. Eames." Arthur gets the door open, but it's rude to disappear. But Percy's slightly more well adjusted than he is, so while Arthur's getting his wits together, Percy goes up to Miles and greets him with a warm shake of the hand.

"Professor, it's been too long. I didn't know you knew Eames."