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Third Star On The Right
Title: Third Star On The Right
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 1,100
Fandom: Inception
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kellifer_fic
Category: Arthur/Eames
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Summary: Space Pirates. IDEK.
Arthur had asked... well to be honest had demanded, that he be put in cryo for the trip to Acacia Twelve. He hated flying and even though he had a somewhat strange fondness for the meal replacement gels that were common culinary fare on transport flights, he didn't like them enough to put up with other people when he travelled.
So, he had basically been cargo and he was pretty sure this was why he was now in the hold of what looked like a ship that was maybe one service away from being declared a derelict with a man with tattoos yelling at three others about how he wasn't exactly what they had been expecting to find. Arthur took a few moments to trace the broad but strangely graceful slope of the man's shoulders with his eyes and the mostly amused or perplexed faces of the three people, one woman and two men, the first man was yelling at before he said, "Um, excuse me?"
The tattooed man turned on Arthur with narrowed eyes and barked, "And what the hell do you have to contribute to this, eh mate?"
"Nothing really," Arthur said. He was a little disoriented from being so rudely jolted out of cryo sleep so was pretty sure that was why he wasn't at all frightened by the possibility that these were quite most assuredly pirates of some description who would space him as soon as look at him. "I just, it appears I'm naked so I would really appreciate it if someone would lend me some pants."
"Do not laugh!" the man yelled at his three charges when they all tried unsuccessfully to suppress snickers.
000
"I didn't think Tritles were still in service," Arthur mused, having availed himself to some clothing and a protein bar and therefore feeling much more human. The man who'd been assigned baby-sitting duty had introduced himself as Cobb and then had studiously ignored Arthur's every attempt at conversation so he could figure out just how screwed he was.
As was apparently the norm, Cobb let out a non-committal grunt as his only response and merely squinted off in the middle distance.
"Maybe because these were popular with smugglers and the Federation got sick of having to search all of them just in case," Arthur continued and even though he still only got a grunt, it sounded different. "So now with all the legal ones grave-yarded they know whoever is flying one is definitely doing something illegal and they can fire on them without having to go through the rigmarole of a search or even announcing themselves."
"Wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone," Cobb finally muttered and Arthur nodded.
"So who changed your engine signature so you read like something different?" Arthur asked. He was frightened but always practical and definitely always out for extending his life expectancy. He got the feeling that very soon the Captain of this flying wreck would discover that he'd been banished to the Outer Rim despite being a genius and not worth so much as a credit in ransom.
Arthur was pretty sure he would be taking a short, cold and deadly walk very soon after that.
When Cobb only raised an eyebrow in confusion, Arthur slapped hands to his face. It was a little overly dramatic but he wanted to really get his point across. "You mean someone scans us and we're going to actually pop up being a Tritle?" he huffed. "That's not only stupid, but it's suicide."
Cobb looked about as thoughtful as Arthur was pretty sure he would ever look which mostly involved squinting and frowning before he dragged Arthur by the collar to what he assumed would be the Captain's quarters or the bridge.
It was a start.
000
"I'm not actually going to try and escape," Arthur said when he heard the tell-tale sound of boots entering the engine room. He was shoulder-deep in the inner-workings of the Tritle-class ship, rather bizarrely named Sandwich, and couldn't see who'd entered but he could guess.
"I suppose it would be a long walk to the nearest space station. You'd have to hold your breath for a while," Captain Eames mused as Arthur managed to wriggle out from his confinement and look up.
"I did notice the large empty spaces where your lifeboats should have been. What happened to them?"
"Used by the last crew," Eames said and then shrugged. "To escape the boarding party."
"I'm assuming by that you mean you."
"They were giving pirating a bad name, actually killing folk and boarding ships full of settler families. I took their boat to teach them a lesson."
"So you're an honorable pirate?" Arthur asked, raising his eyebrows. When Eames merely shrugged again, Arthur nodded. "Good to know."
"I'm not going to space you," Eames said. "Just in case that was still a concern."
"It had crossed my mind, yes," Arthur allowed. "So, does this non-spacing have more to do with me being valuable or you being honorable?"
"Little of both?" Eames finally said after a long pause and a raised eyebrow that made Arthur think it was most likely the former more than the latter despite what Eames claimed.
"Well, good."
"Why aren't you trying to escape, by the way?" Eames asked, dropping down on the cot they'd set up in the engine room for Arthur. It was loud and dirty but the other option had been to share a bunk with Cobb and Arthur wasn't quite that crazy. It wasn't exactly the accommodations he had been used to being one of the Federation's top engineers but it was damn better than what had possibly been waiting for him at the end of his interrupted journey at the Outer Rim. "Don't you have some cushy life to get back to?"
"Not so much, no," Arthur admitted and Eames looked surprised which was reassuring. He didn't seem to know anymore about Arthur that what he'd been told by Arthur himself. He might not have heard about the small business with Arthur collapsing an entire system accidentally.
People tended to get twitchy after they learned that about him.
"Ah, well, that changes things. We haven't had a decent mechanic in a while and Sandwich is currently held together with some very fervent hope and prayers. Do you maybe want to stay on, see how it goes?"
Arthur's eyes once again traveled over the muscular lines of the Captain standing before him. It was a relief to find out he wasn't particularly evil and he was definitely nice to look at. As long as he wasn't grappling with any of the other crew members, Arthur's life might've taken a definite turn for the better considering the way Eames' gaze had been lingering on him in return.
"Yeah," Arthur said, reaching up a hand and smiling when Eames grasped his forearm and pulled him to his feet. "Yeah, let's see how it goes."
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 1,100
Fandom: Inception
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Arthur/Eames
Disclaimer: Written for entertainment purposes only. No money, no sue.
Summary: Space Pirates. IDEK.
Arthur had asked... well to be honest had demanded, that he be put in cryo for the trip to Acacia Twelve. He hated flying and even though he had a somewhat strange fondness for the meal replacement gels that were common culinary fare on transport flights, he didn't like them enough to put up with other people when he travelled.
So, he had basically been cargo and he was pretty sure this was why he was now in the hold of what looked like a ship that was maybe one service away from being declared a derelict with a man with tattoos yelling at three others about how he wasn't exactly what they had been expecting to find. Arthur took a few moments to trace the broad but strangely graceful slope of the man's shoulders with his eyes and the mostly amused or perplexed faces of the three people, one woman and two men, the first man was yelling at before he said, "Um, excuse me?"
The tattooed man turned on Arthur with narrowed eyes and barked, "And what the hell do you have to contribute to this, eh mate?"
"Nothing really," Arthur said. He was a little disoriented from being so rudely jolted out of cryo sleep so was pretty sure that was why he wasn't at all frightened by the possibility that these were quite most assuredly pirates of some description who would space him as soon as look at him. "I just, it appears I'm naked so I would really appreciate it if someone would lend me some pants."
"Do not laugh!" the man yelled at his three charges when they all tried unsuccessfully to suppress snickers.
"I didn't think Tritles were still in service," Arthur mused, having availed himself to some clothing and a protein bar and therefore feeling much more human. The man who'd been assigned baby-sitting duty had introduced himself as Cobb and then had studiously ignored Arthur's every attempt at conversation so he could figure out just how screwed he was.
As was apparently the norm, Cobb let out a non-committal grunt as his only response and merely squinted off in the middle distance.
"Maybe because these were popular with smugglers and the Federation got sick of having to search all of them just in case," Arthur continued and even though he still only got a grunt, it sounded different. "So now with all the legal ones grave-yarded they know whoever is flying one is definitely doing something illegal and they can fire on them without having to go through the rigmarole of a search or even announcing themselves."
"Wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone," Cobb finally muttered and Arthur nodded.
"So who changed your engine signature so you read like something different?" Arthur asked. He was frightened but always practical and definitely always out for extending his life expectancy. He got the feeling that very soon the Captain of this flying wreck would discover that he'd been banished to the Outer Rim despite being a genius and not worth so much as a credit in ransom.
Arthur was pretty sure he would be taking a short, cold and deadly walk very soon after that.
When Cobb only raised an eyebrow in confusion, Arthur slapped hands to his face. It was a little overly dramatic but he wanted to really get his point across. "You mean someone scans us and we're going to actually pop up being a Tritle?" he huffed. "That's not only stupid, but it's suicide."
Cobb looked about as thoughtful as Arthur was pretty sure he would ever look which mostly involved squinting and frowning before he dragged Arthur by the collar to what he assumed would be the Captain's quarters or the bridge.
It was a start.
"I'm not actually going to try and escape," Arthur said when he heard the tell-tale sound of boots entering the engine room. He was shoulder-deep in the inner-workings of the Tritle-class ship, rather bizarrely named Sandwich, and couldn't see who'd entered but he could guess.
"I suppose it would be a long walk to the nearest space station. You'd have to hold your breath for a while," Captain Eames mused as Arthur managed to wriggle out from his confinement and look up.
"I did notice the large empty spaces where your lifeboats should have been. What happened to them?"
"Used by the last crew," Eames said and then shrugged. "To escape the boarding party."
"I'm assuming by that you mean you."
"They were giving pirating a bad name, actually killing folk and boarding ships full of settler families. I took their boat to teach them a lesson."
"So you're an honorable pirate?" Arthur asked, raising his eyebrows. When Eames merely shrugged again, Arthur nodded. "Good to know."
"I'm not going to space you," Eames said. "Just in case that was still a concern."
"It had crossed my mind, yes," Arthur allowed. "So, does this non-spacing have more to do with me being valuable or you being honorable?"
"Little of both?" Eames finally said after a long pause and a raised eyebrow that made Arthur think it was most likely the former more than the latter despite what Eames claimed.
"Well, good."
"Why aren't you trying to escape, by the way?" Eames asked, dropping down on the cot they'd set up in the engine room for Arthur. It was loud and dirty but the other option had been to share a bunk with Cobb and Arthur wasn't quite that crazy. It wasn't exactly the accommodations he had been used to being one of the Federation's top engineers but it was damn better than what had possibly been waiting for him at the end of his interrupted journey at the Outer Rim. "Don't you have some cushy life to get back to?"
"Not so much, no," Arthur admitted and Eames looked surprised which was reassuring. He didn't seem to know anymore about Arthur that what he'd been told by Arthur himself. He might not have heard about the small business with Arthur collapsing an entire system accidentally.
People tended to get twitchy after they learned that about him.
"Ah, well, that changes things. We haven't had a decent mechanic in a while and Sandwich is currently held together with some very fervent hope and prayers. Do you maybe want to stay on, see how it goes?"
Arthur's eyes once again traveled over the muscular lines of the Captain standing before him. It was a relief to find out he wasn't particularly evil and he was definitely nice to look at. As long as he wasn't grappling with any of the other crew members, Arthur's life might've taken a definite turn for the better considering the way Eames' gaze had been lingering on him in return.
"Yeah," Arthur said, reaching up a hand and smiling when Eames grasped his forearm and pulled him to his feet. "Yeah, let's see how it goes."