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justrainandcoffee · 6 months ago

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Non, je ne regrette rien (Eames x fem!oc)

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Summary: I regret nothing, sang Edith Piaf. Jasmine Prince wished she could say the same. It happened five years ago when she was still living in Los Angeles. It wasn't on purpose, it just happened even when it shouldn't have because Eames was her sister' ex. More than sister, her twin.|| For the past two years she has been living in Paris. She liked France, nothing disturbed her peace. Until that day when heading to her back home, she found him.

Warnings: Mention of sex. Guilt.

Words: 2.1 K || Finally I found a good plot to start this story.

2005.

Sophia was her best friend, her confident, her accomplice, her sibling… her fucking twin. And Jasmine did what it was forbidden, not by law, but by the moral compass. She kissed and she fucked Sophia's ex.

The fact that she was drunk didn't justify a shit. She knew what she was doing, she let him seduce her.

Sophia was back in Canada, where they were born and lived for over a decade ago with their parents, and Jasmine stayed in Los Angeles studying.

Her twin met Eames in 2001, when a mutual friend introduced Sophia to him. It was attraction at first sight. Sophia was beautiful and God gifted her with grace and a charming personality.

By that time the twins were 21 and Eames 26 and the first time Jasmine heard his name when Sophia described him as "weird". Weird but hot, she said. But it was obvious that Eames had caused a good impression on her. And Jasmine knew her sister very well to know that it was matter of time before she claimed that he was in love with that boy.

And for the next two years, they were a couple even when sometimes Sophia felt a bit insecure for his constant trips around the world. But sooner or later he returned to her and Jasmine was sure that Eames was never unfaithful. Or at least he didn't seem to be one of those guys.

She did remember very well the first time she saw him. His hairstyle, his clothes… Eames was the kind of man that she, Jasmine, could never have chosen. That was one of the things that the twins didn't have in common. Their taste in men was very different. As for the rest, they were quite similar.

Both twins had the same height, similar weight and both had the same dark blonde hair colour, except that Jasmine used to dye her hair of different colours. The only natural difference between them were the eyes colour: while Sophia's eyes were green, Jasmine's ones were hazel.

Eames and Sophia lasted two years, till 2003, together before splitting definitely. The last six months of their relationship it was awful to say the least. They tried, and failed, to be together but the constant arguments were tiring both of them. Jasmine was the one who comfort her sister when Eames left the country to move to London. Despite everything, she loved him.

It took over six months to be herself again but Sophia was ready to leave everything behind her and start a new life in their native country. Their city, Calgary in Alberta, was a beautiful place and Sophia needed a change.

And two years later she was still living there.

Mariah Carey was sounding when Jasmine approached the bartender to ask him for another cocktail. She was there with some colleagues celebrating a birthday. It was a small group, only five, but they were having fun. Hearing her name for sure surprised her but not as much when she saw who it was.

There was him, his former brother-in-law, with a bottle of beer in his hand and that typical smile of his.

They greeted each other cordially, despite her sister cried after Eames left the country, Jasmine didn't hate him nor was resentful towards him. And neither was Sophia.

Maybe if her boss hadn't started to flirt with with one of Eames friends the same moment they were greeting each other after those years, then Jasmine hadn't been forced to spend time with him. Because the moment her boss did that, both groups of friends become one.

And it was good. The music was great, the cocktails were amazing and the anecdotes people were telling there were fun.

Eames invited her to dance. 2005 seemed to be a good year for the Black Eyed Peas and they were sounding when he took her hand.

Oh, twins were the fantasy of many. And Eames was too quick-witted to be oblivious to it. It was his first thought as soon as Sophia told him that she had a twin. It was a thought that crossed his mind, joked with Sophia about it and in return she smacked his arm. Jasmine was out of the deal. He knew that and a soon as he met the mentioned sister he understood what Sophia meant. Apart from that, Jasmine become a good friend of his and he loved Sophie.

But that was two years ago. Four if he counted the moment he met his ex. All Eames knew now was that the other twin was dancing with him, that his hands were on her hips and that he was lost in her hair that in 2005 was magenta.

Jasmine was sure she wasn't flirting because she could never do that, not even if she was slightly drunk. Not to Sophie, her goddamn twin! She was just dancing feeling the Black Eyed Peas rhythm. Just dancing, right? Not flirting. It wasn't her fault that music was sexy.

But she didn't stop him when she felt his lips on her neck, either.

Jasmine didn't know what happened with Eames those years but he was… bigger. His arms, his back... Eames was different and she noticed the change even under the intoxication that the alcohol provoked to her. The worst part was that now she liked what she had in front of her. So, not hearing her common sense, she put her lips on his.

Eames wasted no time in pushing her to him, reciprocating her kiss. She tasted like strawberry daiquiri. And tasted like the forbidden should taste: amazing. Sinfully delicious.

For a moment her brain cells synapsed and she pulled away from him. "It's wrong," Jasmine said.

"We can stop if you want," two of his fingers were caressing her lower back so slowly that she felt she was going to collapse.

"Eames, don't you think that…?"

"No, I don't think so," he replied kissing her.

So she let him. Jasmine let her future self deal with the consequences of that night. When finally they found an empty sofa they sat there where they continue making out.

There's an implicit code, law, whatever you want to name it, between good friends, siblings but even more between twins. Because no matter what he or she is your other half. Your twin is the most important person in the world and in the moment that Jasmine kissed Eames she broke the most important code she had.

For the past year and a half, Jasmine had been lonely. Without Sophia, something changed in her. Probably because it was the first time in 25 years that she wasn't with her at all hours. And her love life was a succession of horrible dates and waste of time. All she had was her work. It was a pathetic excuse, she knew that. But it was true that she needed something like that. Like him.

By the end of the night, Eames was going with her to her apartment. A rented place that it was cheaper that it should be but she wasn't going to complain about it.

He asked her again if she was sure and once again she answer him, with a kiss.

The floor was decorated now with his shirt, her trousers and boots and over the small bed were both of them.

"Jas," whispered Eames thrusting her for the first time, she let out a quiet moan. Her legs were around his hips and her eyes were closed.

They were identical, not counting the colour of their hair and eyes, but there was something about Jasmine that Sophia didn't have. But Eames didn't know what it was yet.

After her second orgasm and that Eames finished, too. Her lips found his one last time before falling asleep. She didn't hear him say how beautiful she was.

Eames was still there the next morning when she woke up. His muscular arm was around her waist and his usually combed hair was completely disheveled. Her head hurt, she was thirsty and the sunlight bothered her. She didn't need to be an actual doctor to know that she was suffering from a hangover.

When Jasmine went to the bathroom she drank two glasses of water before looking herself in the mirror. All she could see when she looked at herself was the reflection of her sister. Looking at her, judging her.

You fucked my ex boyfriend.

Kissing him was bad enough. But having sex was completely unforgivable. She betrayed Sophia.

Never in her life she felt so dirty. She hated herself. Those kind of things were unforgivable.

"Jas?" The his voice from the other side of the door made her jump. "Are you there?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she lied. "Eames, you should go."

"Jas, can we talk, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me sweetheart, Eames! We can't talk! Just go!"

"Not until we talk like the adults we are."

Jasmine sighed and opened the door. She thanked that he was dressed by now. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried. I asked if you wanted to continue, you said yes. I asked again, you kissed me. I kissed you. I didn't want to stop, but I was aware that maybe you were going to regret it. So I asked again. By the time we arrived here I asked a fifth time and your answer was another kiss. Jas, it just happened. We are adults, we agree. I loved your sister but I didn't see her in two years and the last months of our relationship were awful and you know that. I didn't expect this to happen, but it happened."

"I don't know if you have siblings and I don't care, Eames. But I do have one: Sophie. And I love her! I love my sister… but. You don't understand, do you? It's my fault, I was vulnerable, I needed a good night… just go, Eames. I'm the one who's going to deal with the consequences."

"It can be our secret."

Jasmine looked at him and bit her lower lip. There wasn't any secrets between the sisters. Sophie knew about from Jas' first crush when she was 12, to her first time when she was 20. All their lives they shared everything, even now that they were miles and miles away from each other.

"Just go, Eames."

"I don't regret it, if you want to know. I regret nothing," he said before leaving her apartment and leaving inside a very upset, sad and guilty Jasmine Prince.

2010. Five years later. Paris.

"Mercy," she said to the barista who sold her a cup of coffee and two croissants before going back to her home, after a long day of work.

It was cloudy, but it wasn't raining yet. Jasmine sat in an old bench watching the pigeons and people. Paris was a beautiful place, probably the most beautiful place she ever lived in.

Two and a half years ago she left North America and now was living in the old continent. She had a small dental clinic and even when in the beginning was a bit difficult now she had her patients and new more call asking for an appointment every day. Her new apartment was nice and her ferrets, Lyra and Orion, were a constant source of entertainment. She couldn't complain.

After finishing her coffee and croissants, she stood up from the bench ready to finally go home.

Paris was a very cosmopolitan city and she was used to hear people speaking different languages. But she stopped suddenly when she heard them talking her mother tongue. It wasn't the fact that she heard three men speaking English, it was the fact that she recognized the voice of one of them.

Billions and billions of people living in this world and he was there. Right in front of her.

"We need to go, Eames. Ariadne needs to finish her…" a blond man with blue eyes stopped talking and now was looking at Eames and at the woman who was standing in front of them.

Near them, a street musician picked up his violin to start playing the very famous song in exchange for some money.

Non, je ne regrette rien…

"Jas…"

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justrainandcoffee · 4 months ago

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Non, je ne regrette nein (Eames x fem!oc) Part III

Masterlist. Part I - Part II

Summary: Flashback to 2003 when Eames was still dating Sophia Prince || In present times, 2010, Jasmine finally is ready to see Eames and talk to him after five years. || Eames tells her how he felt during his relationship with her twin. || Jasmine learns what an inception is.

Warnings: Toxic relationship. || Flashbacks. || For a reason I don't know, the fandom named Eames as Ian centuries ago and that's the name I'm using for him. ||

Words: 3k

2003.

Jasmine was studying in the living room. Around her, books and notebooks. Pens, sticky notes and a coffee next to a half eaten sandwich.

The twins shared an apartment that their parents rented to them while both girls were studying. Sometimes her friends were there too, but not so much as Eames. Sophia's boyfriend, when he wasn't travelling used to spend his days there. Often in Sophia's bedroom, others just in the living room, reading or resting. But when he had to leave the country it was, sometimes, for months. Sophia never could answer properly what his job was, because he never told her exactly "just business." So Sophia spread the rumour that his boyfriend was exactly that: a businessman. He wasn't, but the idea liked her and for the moment no one contradicted her. Eames never said the truth behind his trips, either.

Eames arrived at their apartment at night with two pizzas and beer. He knew that the sisters were studying but maybe they could rest a bit.

Everything started well, as always, until Sophia started to tease Jasmine about her new colour hair.

That day was the first time she dyed her hair although it was just her hair ends. It was dark purple and Jasmine was visible happy about her new look.

Her sister not so much.

"Oh, come on, Jasmine, you can't tell that you like it. What was you thinking?"

"What's your problem? It's my hair and my head. I'm already an adult, I can do whatever I want with my own body."

"And yet, we always hang out together. People will stare at us because of you. They will laugh at you, Jas. Jesus, can't you just be normal?"

Eames frowned, he knew his girlfriend could be harmful sometimes and he didn't like that at all "Sophia, just shut up. You're not being funny right now, you're being mean."

"You're on her side?"

"Yes, yes I am. Jas is right, it's her choice and as adult she can do whatever she wants. People always will stare, no matter if she dyes her hair or not. Maybe they could stare at her because they're admiring her, because they like her. Why everything has to be negative when you're talking about Jas, Sophia?"

"I'm just trying to protect her. People can be assholes."

"The only asshole right now is you," Eames replied.

Sophia grunted and lay down over the sofa "I'm fucking sorry then, Jasmine."

Her sister didn't reply but nodded looking at her brother-in-law. Eames smiled at her.

Jasmine put her headphones on when later that night, Eames and Sophia went to her bedroom. Last thing she wanted to hear was the noises those two were about to make. The exam she was studying for was difficult enough to got distracted by them. But what happened inside the bedroom wasn't what Jasmine thought.

For over an hour, they were focused on a movie starring Will Smith but the proximity between the two of them, was more desirable. On her bed, they both were kissing. Eames was embracing his girlfriend in his arms while she was on top of him.

"Are you fine?" Sophia asked, with her hands over his chest.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, I thought we were going to fuck. But you don't seem ready to it."

"Because I don't want to tonight. I'm enjoying kissing you. Is that bad?"

"How old are you? 14? Let's fuck, Eames."

"I said no, Sophie. I don't want to, not today. I'm tired and I just want to relax like we were doing right now."

"Are you fucking someone else?"

"What!?" Eames apart her from him. "No, I'm not!"

"Then, why don't you…?"

"Are you going to force me? I don't want to, I said! I'm tired! You know what? I better go. Good night, Sophia."

After putting his shoes again, Eames left Sophia's bedroom. Inside, she threw a pillow against the door when he closed it behind him. Eames first thought after crossing the hallway was that he needed to end that relationship. He was absolutely tired of her, despite that he tried, and failed, to fall in love with her again.

In the living room where his jacket was, also was Jasmine. The other twin had fallen asleep on the sofa with her books and notes around her. Eames grabbed a blanket that was there and covered her with it. He also removed her headphones and put them aside. But Eames also couldn't help himself and ran his fingers through her hair softly.

"Good night, princess," he whispered.

Princess was a pet name that he gave her soon after he knew her. Being Prince her last name and Jasmine her first name, Eames couldn't help but think that it was similar to Princess Jasmine, the one from Disney. So from that moment on, he started to call her like that.

Although, as the time passed, he started to use it only when he felt it. Like that moment.

"You like her," his mind told him and the thought scared him. He looked at Jasmine one last time that night and left the place but not without writing something on a piece of paper "Your hair is pretty." Jasmine only discovered the note the next morning when she woke up. She smiled and kept the paper in her book.

Jasmine found Eames two days later when she was walking back to her apartment after her last class of the day.

"Sophie is still studying," she informed him.

"Yes, I know. But I don't want to talk to her, I want to talk to you."

"Oh, okay… everything is fine?"

"Do you have time for a coffee, Jas?"

"Yes, sure. I'm freezing and a hot beverage is always welcomed."

Crossing the avenue, they found a cozy coffee shop that at those hours was almost empty. Inside, they sat next to the window and waited for the waitress.

"I'm going to break up with your sister," he said directly. "I'm tired, Jas. We argued constantly, the other night too."

"Oh, fuck. I- are you sure?"

"Yes. I wanted to tell you this first because we're friends. I like spending time with you but probably the best thing to do is to cut ties with you, too. I don't want to do that, but you're the strongest link between me and Sophia. And if we keep seeing each other, Sophia might find a reason to watch me again. And that's the last thing in my life."

"You're really upset, Ian."

"Yes, I am. I'm living in constant stress because of your sister and it's over. Probably I should have done this months ago, but I was ignoring some things that I can't ignore anymore."

"Sophie can be… difficult."

"Not just that, Jas. Sophia some times has bad attitudes that I can't tolerate anymore. The other day what she said to you. Fuck her," Eames looked through the window before putting his eyes in her again. "I'm sorry, she's your sister. I shouldn't speak about her like that."

"It's okay. You're not the first one who's is upset with her. Did you talk to Eva?"

"No. I didn't see her in a while."

Jasmine stopped talking for a moment when the waitress went to their table and took their order.

"What happened between your sister and Eva?"

"I wasn't there. That day I had a date, Holly gave my number to one of his classmates and I went out with him…"

Eames nodded although internally felt a pang of jealousy. Fucker, who was he?

"This was almost three weeks ago," Jasmine continued unaware of his thoughts "The girls went out to drink something and have fun. It happened that Sophie found a group of friends there, too. Another one. You know she's very outgoing and extrovert. She has friends everywhere. Well, it happens that Eva heard something…"

The coffee and croissants were already in front of them and Jasmine was stirring her mug.

"…when Eva told me, or confronted me, I was really ashamed of Sophia. I know the kind of person she is, Ian. I'm not an idiot, but it's easier to ignore some things. Long story short, Eva heard when Sophia was saying her other mates that she was friend with Eva because of her money. Uhm- basically she used these words 'Disgusting rich bitch'."

"Oh, well... fuck."

"Eva asked me if I thought the same. And of course not! What the hell! I love my friends!"

"Did she believe you?"

"Yeah. I have no reason to lie and she's quite perceptive. I didn't know Sophia had those thoughts. Not about Eva at least. But since then, Eva put distance between her and my sister. Holly didn't approve her words either but they still talk, although it is not the same. I totally agree, you know? But it is sad… and I hate it. The group is completely dissolved."

"Yeah, but it's not our fault." Eames smiled at her "or better, it's not your fault, Jas. The only thing you two have in common is your appearance. And as for me… I'm sure soon you will have a new brother-in-law."

"Not as cool as you," Jasmine chuckled. "Will you be fine? I'm going to miss you."

"I'll be fine. And I'm going to miss you too, princess."

That was the last time they saw each other until two years later when they found in that night club and kissed for the first time.

2010

Her last patient left her clinic just in time to go to the place where Eames was waiting for her.

She looked herself in the mirror of the little bathroom she had in her workplace and changed her clothes and also put some lipstick on.

"Why?"

Jasmine looked herself in the mirror and watched her own reflection.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Why not?" The Jasmine in the mirror seemed to ask.

Sophia could say to her that it was unnecessary. That Eames could never pay attention to it. Nor her makeup, nor her yellow dress. Maybe, Sophia could say, he could notice her perfume. And that, only if she was closed to him.

Like she always did. Paul wasn't really interested in Jasmine, Sophia said to her when they were 15 "he just wants to lose his virginity and is using you." So despite she liked him, Jas apart him from her life. But Paul really liked Jasmine. When they were 16; Maurice, the son of their new neighbour, according to Sophia just made a bet with his friends to see which of the twins was the easiest. She said it one afternoon when she saw Jasmine giggling with the boy. And if not Paul or Maurice, then it was Rick, Charles or Peter. All boys interested in Jasmine weren't good people. But if they paid attention to Sophia herself the story was always different. They loved her. Eventually, Jasmine learnt to be quiet and didn't tell her again about her love interest. Yet, Sophia still had something to say about those young men once they knew them. "I'm just trying to protect you, Jas. You're my twin and I love you."

"But Sophia isn't here," Jasmine said to herself and, after all, she was wearing makeup and that dress because she felt good doing it. Not just for a man. And after all, it was just Eames, her old friend.

But the spirit of Sophia couldn't be more wrong. Eames did notice the yellow dress. Impossible not to, when the sun seemed to made it shine. He kissed her cheek greeting her.

"I'm glad you came, Jas."

"I was unsure, I'm not going to lie. But, on the other hand, I'm really curious. Something is telling me, that I'm going to regret it, but I couldn't help myself. Curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought him back. It can't be that bad if I'm the one involved, Jas," Eames said with his cockiest smile "But we don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to. How are you?"

"Busy, stressed, tired… bored."

"Monotonous life?"

"Something like that, yes. How about you? Do you still travel a lot?"

"I do travel a lot, yes. I've been living in Mombasa for a while, too."

"Holy shit, Ian. That's really far away."

"Life is about experience, isn't it? I did good friends there."

"I'm glad to hear that, then."

"Thanks, princess."

Her hazel eyes opened wide when she heard that word again. Jasmine let out a soft chuckled "I can't believe you remember the way you used to call me. It's been ages! Sophia never liked that."

"How can I forget that? It's impossible not to associate your name with hers," he said and then snorted "there was a lot of things your sister didn't like back then. Did she grew up or is still behaving like a spoiled baby?"

"You still hate her."

"Nah. No, I don't hate her anymore. He made my life a living hell but I had to let it go. Time changes. Or maybe I now understand that I was inside a toxic relationship where the victim wasn't the woman but the man. Do you know how many of my friends knew I was dating her? None. I was ashamed to admit that I wasn't happy, that she controlled me. Especially because two of my best friends had healthy relationships. So, I remained in silence. Of course they knew I was seeing someone, but they thought it was just something unimportant. Two days ago I called one of them, Alice, and only then after 7 years I confessed that I knew her. And you . But she still doesn't know the kind of person Sophia is."

"Oh, shit, Eames… I didn't know it was that bad. Sophia, well, she talked tons of shit about you after you two broke up. I didn't believe her, by the way. Nor Holly. Eva never talked to her again, so... And after she moved back to Canada, that's where she's living since then, the only person she kept talking to it was me. Sophia said that her friends were shitty people because they didn't comfort her as she deserved."

"As she deserved?"

Jasmine shrugged. "Sophia controlled me too, a lot. I regret being so blind back then. I'm still learning to blame her for a lot of things. Part of why I am here it's because I can be free, yet the B-side of being a twin is that I saw her in every mirror. If this year I don't return to USA to my parents house for Christmas, then it will be the fourth Christmas in a row that I don't see her. We still talk… but you know."

"Does she know that you and me…?" Eames looked at her. The first time after five years that both of them saw each other and the topic was still awkward as the next morning.

"No."

"Fine, then."

Jasmine didn't want to think about that. Not the dance, not his hands on her, his lips on her neck. Not the soft words he whispered in her ears, so she cleared her throat and asked him about the real reason that brought them together that afternoon.

"Oh. Well, okay. It's difficult to explain. This is something I never told your sister and I'm glad I never did but I trust you, Jas. And I need you, too. Listen to me before judging me."

It'd be easier to her mind process all what Eames was saying if she imagine that like a sci-fi movie.

"You play with people's mind?"

"No. Well, yes. But it's always for a good cause, Jas. And we choose our cases very carefully, we're professionals. I've been doing this for 12 years. That's why I travel a lot. Sometimes the target is in London, other in Berlin, New York or here."

"Mombasa."

"Yes. Mombasa is different, Cobb screw up a bit there. He's the leader, a good man but still human. All of them are good people in fact, him, Yusuf, the girls… even Arthur and his lack of imagination."

"And what do I have to do with all this?"

"You know our new target. Arthur investigated and he's your patient."

"You want to implant an idea in one of my patients?! The hell no, Eames! That people trust me. I'm not going to let you! The trust between doctor and patient must be one of the most important things for any people. Especially dentists, do you know how many people are terrified of dentists to the point that put their lives in risk for a horrible dental care? Trustworthy is something basic."

"I know. There's a moral thing that you can't ignore, but this is also good for society."

"Good for society? Who's my patient?"

"The judge Pierre Durant."

"No, absolutely not. That man is an incorruptible soul, thank god. He sent to prison several politi…" Jasmine stopped talking when she saw Eames' facial expressions. "Who hired you?"

"Léon Fortier."

"Oh, god. That bastard?! And that's how you choose your cases carefully?! Are you kidding me?"

"Jas. It's not black and white. It's complex. Fortier can fuck with people but not us, because we can screw up his life completely. When he gave us his money he also gave us the consent to destroy him."

"And why do you want me?"

"Cobb thinks we can use that appointment to make this inception. The group agreed."

"And you?"

Eames shook his head "No, I don't. But for now it seems to be the only way."

Jasmine sighed "How this thing called PASIV works? It has any side effects? Can it be mixed with anesthesia? Life, somehow, can be in danger?"

"I- I don't know. We have a chemist in our team. He can make the experiment necessary to see if anesthesia and our chemicals can be mixed. It never had side effects."

"Everything in medicine has side effects, Eames. I'm a professional, don't bullshit me."

"Why don't you come with me to know the team? Part of it at least, one of them is living in Sidney right now, but she will come soon. You can talk to Yusuf about chemicals and those things I'm not really sure about how they work, although I saw incredible things in Africa. But, again you two are the ones who know, not me."

"I'm not accepting to do this yet. Are we clear, Eames?"

"Crystal clear, princess."

Eames and Jasmine left the café and went to the warehouse where Cobb and the rest were. He looked at her sideways. Her beautiful yellow dress and her even more beautiful face seemed to shine.

"I like your hair, Jas."

She couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Ian."

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justrainandcoffee · 5 months ago

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Non, je ne regrette nien (Eames x fem!oc) Part II

Eames masterlist - first part

Summary: Cobb tells the group about the new project they have to do and to Eames' surprise he knows that, somehow, her former sister-in-law is involved.|| Jasmine's life is quite chaotic at the moment and things are about to getting worse when Eames finally calls her.|| His and her friends, know about the other.

Warnings: None. || I took the liberty of using some of my mutuals' beautiful OCs. Eva belongs to @evita-shelby , Holly belongs to @cillmequick and Alice belongs to @emotionalcadaver

Words: 3.1k (believe when I say that only one hour ago, I had half of it and a massive writer's block 😭.)

2010

Eames' cat, named Bes after the Egyptian God of the dreams, was a fat girl who always was where Eames was. From the cat tree that Eames bought for her and put inside that warehouse, Bes was listening to the team while they were discussing the last job.

Dom was hired by a Parisian politician to perform an inception in an important judge by implanting him the idea that he was innocent and could avoid the prison that inevitably was his fate. The politician could bribe the rest of the tribunal but him. He just wanted immunity and forgiveness due some corrupt things he did in the past.

"Did you accept?" Arthur asked not believing his ears.

"We did much worse things."

"It's different, Cobb! We're talking about a man who stopped the construction of a school to buy a fucking house in the Polynesia!"

"It was a hospital," corrected Eames.

"Much worse, then! Let me ask again, did you accept?!"

"I did," Cobb looked at his friend, hands in his pockets touching the token that was there.

"You're losing your mind, Dom. Fuck. And all of you are okay with this?"

"To do this job you don't have to have morals," Eames replied. "We're not angels. You either."

"Do we have options?"

Dom shook his head and Arthur sighed. "Okay, then, let's help this motherfucker. It seems that the only honest being here is Bes."

"That's what you think. That's because you're not living with her," Eames said looking at his cat sideways.

"Better her than you," Arthur stated.

"If it helps to ease your mind, this person promised me to finish the hospital."

"And did you believe him?"

"I can destroy his life," Cobb said, "he knows that."

"Still…"

"Arthur, if this man doesn't do what he promised, I'm going to kidnap him and going to do the same but in his mind and in the next hour he's going to expose himself in public television. Now, can we focus on this?"

Arthur finally nodded.

They left the less important projects aside for the moment to focus on the judge. The next few days Arthur investigated him the same way he collected a good number of data for the politician as well.

The judge was a 56 years old man called Pierre Durant. He was married to an important chef, but despite the money they have their lives were still simple.

"When do we have to do this?" Ariadne asked, three days after Cobb announced the project.

"We have time. But we can't waste hours. I'm guessing a couple of weeks or a month. We can train, we can think about this detailed."

"He has a dental appointment in three weeks," Arthur said writing the date on the whiteboard. "Le sourire blanc his dentist is doctor Jasmine Prince."

"What?" Eames stopped what he was doing to stared at his friend.

"I said he has a dental appointment we can use to…"

"The dentist name, Arthur."

"Jasmine Prince. Why?"

"No, we can't use that appointment to do this."

"Why not?"

"Because I know her. The woman who greeted me the other day in the street… that's Jasmine Prince. Or Jas."

"Well, we can persuade her to help us," suggested Ariadne. "Is she your friend?"

"Not exactly."

"Is she your ex, then?"

"Not exactly."

"Eames, for god sake!" Arthur was exasperated and it was notorious. "You were the one who said we don't have morals when we're doing this job! Amazing that you're more concerned about a dentist than a senator that used people's money to his own benefit."

"We're going to use that appointment to do this," interjected Cobb before Eames could replicate. The leader of the group saw him frown "Talk to her and try to convince her."

"Easy to say, Dominic."

"You screw up somehow with the dentist?" Arthur asked again.

"Maybe."

"How bad that can be?" Ariadne wanted to know, but Eames didn't respond, instead, he walked towards Cobb.

"I'm going to talk to her. But if she refuses we're going to find a new place to do this or I'm out."

Cobb nodded "deal."

The days that followed the moment Jasmine saw Eames were chaotic to say the least. Her patients were everything but patient, her secretary decided to start a new job and left her alone dealing with the schedule, the callings, new appointments and cancellations as well. The new rhythm of the world seemed to be affecting everyone and without help, at the end of the day Jasmine just wanted to go home and sleep for three years consecutive.

And when she was sleeping Eames appeared in her dreams. Usually it was that night but the scenario changed almost every time. Sometimes she was just with him dancing, others Sophia appeared accusing her of being an awful sister. Once, a nightmare woke her up and she spent a couple of hours trying to erase the image of Eames and Sophia laughing at her.

A friend of hers gave her the number of a girl who was looking for a job. Jasmine needed a secretary urgently or she was going to collapse before the end of the month, she promised herself to call this girl soon.

It was those days that she realised that she needed holidays. She was tired, stressed and possibly suffering from anxiety. Jasmine thought that she needed to start therapy as well. But free time wasn't something she had.

That day Jasmine started her day as usual. She fed her ferrets, prepared coffee for her and listen to the first news of the morning before parting to her job. The subway was crowded ad usual at that hour but she managed to get a seat. Music, as always, helped her. Music was part of her the same way books were part of a librarian. She couldn't imagine a world in silence, a world where songs and melodies weren't part of the humanity. She promised herself that at night she was going to play the guitar, despite the complaints from her moody old neighbour and her useless son.

Same as always, that day for her it was full of patients and few time for her. Jasmine realised that she ate anything around 4pm when her stomach growled. In less than an hour, fortunately, she was going to be able to go to her house again.

That same night, Eames was already in the apartment he was renting while he was in Paris. Every new case brought new challenges and usually he was always prepared because it never involved people he knew, but now it was different. How many dentist were in Paris in that moment? Thousands. And of all those dentists, the stupid judge had to choose her? Eames understood that she was good, but it was the problem that could cause working with her what bothered him.

He didn't want her to think that he was playing with people's minds. Even if it was exactly that what he was doing.

"Should I call her now?"

It was a serious question directed to a serious listener as Bes was.

Owner and pet were eating french fries watching Breaking Bad, popular tv show if any in 2010. But Eames wasn't paying attention to Walter White in that moment.

Arthur got him her telephone number and address. Was it legally? No, of course not, neither of what they did was legal. But Eames wasn't going to harass her either. He just wanted to talk.

"As a friend," he said out loud. Bes seemed to judge him when she heard his words.

"As a friend," he repeated. "What do you know about it, girl?"

Meow.

"I know better, Bes."

Bes wasn't so sure.

Jasmine, as she promised to herself, was playing the guitar. The Beatles' song was filling the room and she was lost, feeling the strings in her fingers. She also sang. Not many people knew, but she learnt how to do it decades ago when she was just a teen.

Back then Sophia spent her days learning karate because she wanted to be part of the school team. She was really good at it, won several medals and trophies. Sophia tried to persuade Jasmine to join her, but she refused every time and seeing that, her parents allowed her to learn music and sent her to a nice academy. Jasmine thought more than once that the moment they chose different extracurricular activities it was when the twins started to be independent individuals. And for good or not, it lasted till these days.

When her phone rang, Jasmine was still playing the guitar. The ID showed a number she didn't know, so she thought it was a patient. It wasn't strange for her receiving calls from different people asking her if they could go to her clinic without an appointment or if she could give them some medicine at… 2am.

"Doctor Prince," she said without looking at the number again.

"Doctor Prince? That sounds good, Jas."

Jasmine put the guitar aside and it took her few seconds to recognise his voice.

"Eames? What…? How…? Who gave you my number?"

"Hi, Jas. Uhm. No one. Everything is on internet these days."

"Did you search my name on Google, Eames?"

"Well, no if you say it like I'm a pervert looking for my next victim, Jasmine. It surprised me to see you the other day and I barely could say hello. You ran away."

"No, it's not like that. I didn't ran away. I was tired, and I didn't know what else to say. But I was glad to see you again."

"Were you? For a moment I thought that you weren't."

"What? No. No… I was tired and you were with people."

"Cobb and Arthur, yes, my friends and colleagues. Jas, I have something to tell you and it's better you heard this from me. But it can't be over the phone. I thought, I don't know, maybe we can talk? How about a coffee?"

"Talk about what? What do you have to tell me?"

"Talk. I don't know, life? What are you doing here, what I am doing here. We're friends, after all. Or we used to be."

"Eames…"

"It's okay if you don't want to. That's my number if you ever want to talk, just call me maybe. If I don't answer immediately it's because I'm sleeping."

Her ferrets were looking at her. Dumb idiot, they seemed to think as they were looking at her with their judgy black eyes.

"I'll save your number."

"Sounds good, Jas. I still don't know if it's true that you are happy to see me. But I am. Good night, Jas."

"Good night, Eames."

Jasmine stayed there with her heart pounding in her chest. She added his number on her phone and contemplated it several minutes, while her thumb brushed the keys ready to type a message as soon as her brain give the order. But that didn't happen.

Unaware of what the other was doing, the other day both called some friends to talk. In Jasmine's case, it was an old friend of hers. She was living in United States and they each other from the years they were studying un college. She was friends with Sophia as well, although they cut all ties after Sophia returned to Canada. Time zones were always complicated, but at those hours, it could be considered adequate for both of them.

Holly Matthews was one of the people she trusted the most of her, among with Eva Smith who was living in the USA as well. Both were in stablish relationships and sometimes, more often than Jasmine wanted to admit, she felt behind in life compared to them. Yet, the last thing she felt was envy, quite the contrary. Both Zach and Jack -Holly and Eva's partner respectively- were good men and her friends were happy. In consequence, she was too. But for now, that was something that life didn't give her. Her relationships usually ended very soon. Or very bad. Or both.

"Hospital was really crowded the last week. Suddenly all women decided to have their babies at the same time, it seemed. But I'm getting some rest now and Zach is very happy about it." Holly commented. Medicine somehow joined both friends, although their works weren't the same at all.

"For sure, he is" Jasmine chuckled. She was eating her lunch, something she didn't do the day before, while talking with her "you are lucky, Holly. Hope you know that."

"Gary didn't talk to you again?"

"He better not! I rather be alone than with someone like him again…"

"But?" Holly could hear her friend from the other side of the line and she knew she wanted to say something.

"Eames reappeared. Well, it's not like he reappeared magically. I found him here two weeks ago and he called me last night."

"Oh my god."

Only Eva and Holly knew about the whole thing about Eames and her and that infamous night when they had sex.

"Yes. That was my reaction. He wants to talk, but he didn't tell me about what. I have his number, tho."

"Well, call him then!"

"Holly…"

"Maybe he just wants to know how you are. It's been a lot of years. Who stops you? Sophia gives a fuck about him."

"Sophia gives a lot of fucks about her exes. She collects them like limited edition figures."

"But they're people, Jas. Individuals who have a life despite what she thinks. And you do want my opinion on this matter, otherwise you will be laughing at this. Call him! Did you talk to Eva?"

"No… not yet. I'm afraid that she'll push me towards him. It was hard not to hear her years ago."

"Because she's right. You should hear her. Jas, you know what I think of Sophia."

"But she's still my sister."

"And this happened when? Four? Five years ago? And it's just a fucking coffee with him or a dinner or whatever, if you want, do it. I have to go, love, but let me know, ok?"

"Yeah, I will. Thanks, Holly."

Jasmine stared at the opposite wall for several minutes.

Five years ago, the next day after spending the night with her former brother-in-law when Jasmine called Eva her friend was categorically: "if you like him, go after him."

And to be honest, part of Jasmine wanted to go after him. But the love she had for her sister was stronger. Eva had snorted back then when Jasmine told her that Eames returned to London where he lived in 2005. "Hope you don't regret it. With due all respect, Sophia is a bitch, Jasmine. And I'm telling you this as her former friend. I sincerely regret introducing him to her instead of you. I didn't see the things clearly."

Eva was his friend back then in 2003 and thought that Eames and Sophia could be a good couple and for a while it seemed to work. But sooner than anyone expected, the arguments began and a bit longer than a year and a half, they broke up. Jasmine thought she wasn't going to see him again, but in 2005 she found him and now, in 2010, Eames appeared in her life again. Not Sophia's life, but hers. Twice.

As for Eames, he was talking with his best friend. Unlike Holly and Jas, the time zone between him and Alice Emerson was huge considering she was living in Australia. But she didn't seem to mind. He was in her kitchen (technically his boyfriend's kitchen, but now it was hers as well) talking to Eames. The phone was in speaker as she was taking advantage to be there to eat ice-cream. It was winter in that side of the world, but that didn't stop her.

"So, yes, Cobb told me about this new case and told me too, that Arthur is a bit upset. I agree, but I like the idea of Cobb destroying this politician's life if he fuck with us."

"I agree. Are you coming with us?"

"I am, yes. But not now, maybe near the day you're planning this inception. Did you do your part yet? Cobb told me you know the dentist."

"I do, yes. I do."

"So?"

"I called her last night. I didn't tell this to the group yet, Al, but I'm her former brother-in-law. I dated her sister."

"Oh shit!! That's why you wanted her out if this!" Alice exclaimed while was holding the spoon near her mouth. "Did you screw up very bad with her sister?"

"No. We broke up because we're going anywhere with that relationship and we were arguing constantly. The this… Jasmine and her sister are twins…"

"So?"

"I fucked Jasmine, too. It happened only once, after I broke up with her sister, but it happened." Eames finally confessed.

Alice's spoon fell on the floor to much her cats happiness who were craving a bit of ice-cream. "You did what?!"

"Only once, Al."

"You're an idiot, Eames. Tell me, for god's sake, that it wasn't because you fantazised about having sex with the two of them…"

"Well, no. I mean, when I knew that Sophia had a twin the idea crossed my mind. But I didn't have sex with Jas because she was 'the other twin'. I did it because I wanted to. Jasmine is a sweet girl, I could never do that, even if I thought about it. We both agreed, otherwise."

"Shit. Eames, you're very lucky that I'm on the other side of the world! I want to smack you! Okay, let's see. Do you think she wants to talk to you?"

"Hard to know. When I saw her by chance weeks ago, she ran away, but she says she didn't."

"Can you blame her? At least she talked to you last night, that's something. Eames, just… I don't know, just give her some time. I can talk to Cobb and persuade him to give you extra time without giving him details. He listens to me."

"That could be very helpful."

"Fine. Wait for her call, then. If not, we can think another thing. But don't screw up this time, Eames."

"I'm an angel, Alice."

His friend rolled her eyes and finished the call.

Eames remained in his apartment that day, thinking about alternatives to do the job. He also checked his phone every ten minutes.

But it wasn't until the night that he received a message.

"Can you tomorrow afternoon? xoxo, J."

He couldn't help but smile

"I can. Tell me where. <3."

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