Other People's Sandboxes

Title: I is for Insanity
Fandom/Characters: Inception, Ariadne & Arthur
Rating: G
Words: 100

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"This is nuts," Ariadne said flatly, crossing her arms and glaring.

Arthur looked up at her and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Says the woman who makes a living designing physically impossible buildings."

Ariadne waved that away. "Beside the point. The point is that it's nuts. It's never going to work. There's no way we can make it believable."

"Arthur, it would involve completely rewriting history! Do you know how much information there is to contract it?"

"No, we just have to rewrite his perception of history. And since it's something he wants to believe anyway. . . "

Title: Dinner Date
Fandom: Inception/West Wing (sort of)
Characters: Ariadne/Arthur, Josh/Donna
Word Count: 423
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Notes: Written for tinylegacies's 2010 fandom_stocking.
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Ariadne blinked and found herself in front of a familiar-looking building. The sting of the needle ghosted in her arm, but she was too distracted to notice it.

"The White House? You dreamed up Washington DC?" she asked her companion. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but couldn't we have gone here in, you know, reality?"

Arthur merely shook his head and smiled mysteriously.

"But what about that whole 'don't dream up real places' thing that you and Cobb are always going on about?" she demanded. "And what are we supposed to do here anyway?"

"Patience, my love," Arthur said, still looking enigmatic.

Whatever Ariadne was going to say next was cut off by a shout from someone emerging from the gates.

"Arthur! So glad to see you! Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Ariadne turned to see a man hustling towards them. "Josh Lyman?" she blurted out when he got close enough for her to recognize.

The man - Josh - brightened up. "You must be Ariadne. I've heard a lot about you." He extended his hand to her. "So where do you guys want to go to dinner?" he continued brightly. "I know of this great little place in Georgetown and - "

"Josh!" This time it was a female voice and Ariadne turned to see a tall blonde woman coming through the same gate. She carried an overcoat draped over one arm and a purse in the other.

"Leo says that he needs you back by nine to go over the Holwitz briefing, Sam needs you to review the file he sent over before tomorrow morning, and CJ says that you're treating us all to dinner," she said, handing Josh the overcoat. "I swear, he would forget his head, if it wasn't attached," she said confidentially to Ariadne. "I'm Donna. You must be Ariadne."

Ariadne could only stand there dumbfounded, as two of her favorite tv characters argued in front of her.

"Well, come on then," Josh said. "Since I'm apparently buying dinner, let's get going."

Ariadne felt a tug on her hand, and she and Arthur trailed behind the other couple, who were still bickering congenially.

"You dreamed up West Wing's Washington?" she asked Arthur in a surprised whisper.

"Do you like it?" he asked shyly, suddenly looking very unlike the confident point man she had grown accustomed to.

"Best. Present. Ever!" she agreed enthusiastically, and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek.