A/N: Oh my gosh guys, I am SOOO sorry! This took way too long and the horrible part is I really have no excuses. I mean, I have been busy but I feel as if I should have found a way to type something! So, I'm going to attempt to finish this VERY soon. It's honestly almost reached the end. I'm going to attempt to finish it within the week but in case that doesn't happen it'll be at least one more week before I'll be able to post it online. Anywho, it's been WAY too long for this, so without further delay, here's the next chapter!

Ariadne sat on her bed glaring icy daggers at her dirty dishes, as if they were the cause of all her problems. How could she be so stupid? Why was she even feeling like this? She should be happy, Arthur was alive. He was still with them, still breathing even though she had watched as his heart had stopped. She should want to spend every waking moment with him, but whenever she tried talking to him she just couldn't.

Running her fingers through her hair Ariadne came to the conclusion that this was Arthur, and she wasn't going to waste any more time sitting and wallowing in her own self-pity. She loved him and she would help him get through this.

All of a sudden Ariadne was overcome with a deep desire to see Arthur, hold him, to kiss him. She stood and practically ran from the room, searching the house for the Point Man.

As Ariadne headed upstairs she felt a cool breeze from the balcony. "Arthur?" She called as she pulled the doors all the way open.

Not one but two pairs of curious eyes turned to stare up at her.

"Oh uh- Eames. I-I'm," Ariadne stammered, feeling foolish.

Eames stood with a smile, "I'm thirsty, I'll go get us something to drink."

"Thank you." Ariadne whispered as the Forger walked by.

"Hey." Arthur said quietly as Ariadne stepped out onto the balcony.

"Hey." She replied.

"Listen," Arthur sighed, getting to his feet and facing the Architect. "I know that this is hard for you, and I don't remember what happened, but obviously it- it's not something you can get over easily. I just-"

"Oh Arthur, I've never had to tell you to shut up before." Ariadne interrupted, stopping the Point Man mid-sentence by planting her lips on his.

Suddenly images flashed through Arthur's head. A bench, people staring, a kiss. It all happened so suddenly Arthur barely had time to register what was happening. He pulled away from Ariadne with a gasp, his hand flying to his temple.

"I-I'm sorry." Ariadne apologized immediately.

"No, it wasn't, ah!" White hot pain flashed before his eyes, he didn't even know when he had fallen to his knees or when he had begun to scream.

"Eames! Eames!" Ariadne screamed, backing away from Arthur's crippled body with a hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes.

The forger ran up the steps taking two at a time, Cobb was on his heels.

Eames crashed to the ground in front of Arthur, desperately attempting to figure out what the problem was.

Cobb was standing in the doorway, eyes wide. "What did you do!"

The accusation in their leader's voice caused the tears to finally fall, "Nothing! We just, I kissed him!" Ariadne sobbed.

"Arthur, Arthur talk to me, what's going on?" Eames shouted, his hands were basically the only thing keeping Arthur from falling over.

"My head." Arthur groaned, his eyes clamped shut tight.

"What about it love, what about your head?"

"Ugh, it's killing me!"

"Why? Arthur I need more than that!"

"Images," Arthur gasped, "There are these images flashing through my head."

"Images?" Cobb took a step forward, sounding slightly confused. "What kind of images? What are you seeing?"

"There's a building, and a bench." Arthur screamed again, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"What else? Come on!" Eames prompted.

"People are starring at us!"

"Us? Who are you with?"

Arthur opened his mouth to reply but all that escaped was a whimper, he seemed to crumple into himself even more than he already was, his head falling to rest against Eames' chest.

"Come on Arthur," Eames tried again, rubbing soothing circles on the man's back. "Who's with you?"

"It's me and Ariadne, we're sitting on a bench."

Ariadne gasped suddenly, her eyes widening with realization. "The Fischer job." She practically whispered.

"What?" Cobb and Eames both turned their gaze toward her, the Forger kept a comforting hand on Arthur's shoulder, focusing only about half of his attention of Ariadne.

"That's from the Fischer job. We were sitting on a bench while Cobb was pretending to be Mr. Charles. Projections were staring at him because he was the dreamed. That was where we…" She trailed off slightly, a little embarrassed to admit to what had happened.

"Kissed." Arthur finished, looking up at Ariadne with a new clarity in his eyes. "For the first time."

Tears sprang to her eyes as a smile spread across her face, 'That's right." Ariadne nodded. "You remember."

Arthur nodded as well, his voice sounded slightly amazed when he said, "I remember."