Ben couldn't believe his day would be going in the direction it has been over the last few hours. When he woke up in the morning he felt he was gambling against all odds to get Ciara to stay in Salem and try to get her memory back. Things were definitely dim when he appealed to Theo to do the right thing and encourage Ciara to stay but he did worse than laugh in his face. He gleefully mocked their marriage to the point he was beyond disrespecting it but literally spitting on it. Ben watched cautiously trying not to betray signs of optimism as Ciara ate her lunch. He then made a huge decision. He had to forget about Theo and focus on what was in front of him now. Ciara was there and seemed more relaxed with him and open to accepting their marriage. It was a gigantic step of returning to the life they had in front of them and he couldn't let anything derail it.

A few minutes later he remarked out loud, as he she noticed him looking at her.

"I wish I had ordered your cheeseburger instead. This Rueben isn't sitting pretty well right now?"

Ciara dipped a fry in some ketchup, "I'm surprised you ordered it. You we debating between that and the pastrami. You a corned beef lover or something?"

"I'm really not that picky. I like to try new things and not too much for habit on certain foods except Chinese food. I never had a Rueben before and I'm starting to think I shouldn't have had one now. Not sure if it'll be the dressing or the sauerkraut but I have a feeling one of them is going to lay on my chest tonight."

As Ben looked so down Ciara started to feel compassion for him. She then felt the urge to close her eyes and did so. With her eyes closed she started to concentrate real hard and let the feeling take her. Suddenly Ciara saw herself in a hospital room and filling a basin with water. She then proceeded to help Ben off with his hospital gown and then slowly with a wash cloth rub his back with water. Lukewarm to slightly cold water. She heard him moan lightly as to possibly enjoying the feel of the water and her leaning his head toward her breast and kissing him on his forehead. She could feel his forehead was not hot but warm and he was sweating, most likely with fever, she was soothing him. It was after she asked him if he wanted her to stop and he responded he didn't want her to."

Ciara smiled lightly as she saw a side of him similar to when she first woke up in the hospital after she didn't recognize him. Not afraid to show when he was hurt and vulnerable. It made her sad. And compelled her to say something that surprised them both.

"Maybe tonight I can put a warm cloth on your stomach if you don't feel any better and rub it lightly in circles." She said lovingly.

Both of their eyes grew wide with her offer.

Ben was the first to speak, "I…I didn't want to push or make you feel uncomfortable but are you saying you want to come home with me tonight? That you're ready to come home to my place?" he saw her looking slightly confused, "I say my place because I moved a few months after you disappeared from where we used to be. Not because I didn't want to stay there but because I couldn't afford it anymore. He then made a revelation to her, "Babe I now live over my job. I rent a small room there." He paused, "I mean it's not that small but it's more like a studio than an apartment."

She then blurted out something that she couldn't understand, "You live over the garage now?"

Ben was stunned, "You remember the garage?"

Ciara tried to gather her thoughts, "I don't how I know that." She then pushed her plate away, "This is getting annoying now. Why won't my memory come back in full. I'm getting bits and pieces or flashes or whatever but they don't make sense. Just random thoughts."

Ben was pained by her frustration, "You're getting so stressed and it's killing me to see you like this. You said they are random. Is it by concentrating too hard and trying or do these things just pop up without warning?"

"I would say definitely without warning. But the last one came because you said you don't feel well." Ciara wished she hadn't thrown her napkin in her plate on the rest of her burger because she regained her appetite.

"You felt bad for me?" Ben asked surprised.

"Yeah. I felt bad for you. I've been horrible to you yet you keep trying so hard for me. Even now. You feeling any better?" Ciara moved her chair closer to him and touched his forehead, "You don't feel like you have a temperature."

She then flashed back to lying in a bed and Ben bringing her some tea and feeling her forehead to see if she had a temperature.

Ciara sighed, "Damn it another one. This time I saw you wearing a royal blue shirt and black suit pants and I was sitting up in bed covered with a blanket wearing a fancy black dress. I guess I got sick somewhere. Sound familiar?"

Ben knew exactly what Ciara was talking about and wasn't sure he should tell her that her flash was after they left David's first birthday party because she felt sick. Later finding out that his sister Jordan had poisoned a cupcake that was intended for her to eat but because of Ari switching the name tags Rafe ate it instead, "It definitely happened. But I'm so grateful it wasn't serious. Some ginger ale and a little later you were feeling good as new all over again. You felt so good we actually came here for dinner and John and Marlena invited us to join them for dinner with them."

As Ben's description of the evening from their past was told, Ciara suddenly pulled him into a spontaneous kiss as he started to take a mouthful of iced tea.

After the surprising moment she made a nonchalant statement, "I have a feeling you need another gulp of that. Pretty nice tea never knew Uncle Roman served Raspberry."

Ben tried to absorb the moment, "Memory Flash or felt like just…"

"You're telling me I did that before?" Ciara really felt as if she was definitely a stranger to her own self.

"Yep. Only it was water and you drank it right out my mouth." Ben let a little smile betray him.

Ciara leaned back in her chair, "I sucked the water right out your mouth. Like I just did now. Ben, I don't recognize the woman I was before. It's like I was another person. I just need to know when I got so comfortable with you to do those things. Or should I say so erotic and passionate. Did I just do these things or did you give me a lead?"

Ben didn't feel comfortable speaking of their intimate moments in ear shot of Roman but wasn't sure Ciara would feel comfortable enough to speak of them completely alone with him. " We started with kissing just like any couple. Then dating exclusively. Then one day at the loft on the sofa we got a little more comfortable with each other. We were making out and you slipped your hand inside my shirt and started rubbing my chest and then your hand brushed against my left nipple. You then started undoing the buttons on my shirt. We were getting really passionate and you laid back a bit and let me undo the buttons on your shirt and I was on top of you and we continued to kiss and I could feel your bare breast against my chest and then I started to feel for your bra straps and then…ah, Christ Ciara I feel like I'm giving testimony during a trial."

Ciara noticed Ben almost looked as if he were squirming, "What's wrong? You're sweating like a drinker during prohibition."

"Babe I'm sorry. I just have never described our love making to anyone. I mean step by step what we've done with each other. I mean even with you." Ben started to turn red bashfully.

"Oh, my God are you blushing?" Ciara started to laugh hysterically.

Ben started to turn more red, "I'm not blushing. I feel like I just got caught with my hand in a draw that turned out to belong to a draw that had lady's unmentionables and I didn't know the lady."

She continued to laugh, "You're funny. I never seen a guy get shy especially when it came to matters of sex." Ciara saw him bow his head in what appeared to be shame. " What? The way you're acting when I say sex, was it that bad between us when we finally had it?"

Ben raised his head immediately, "No! It was off the charts the first time and nothing but fire every time we go to bed. I just don't refer to our love making as sex." He saw Roman raise his own head and look directly at him.

Ciara started to blink her eyes first slowly then very quickly as she absorbed Ben's words, "Off the charts? Every time we go to bed? You and me? Are you sure it's with me." She continued trying to understand, "I get flashes of me and you being intimate and very free with our beyond public displays of affection. But I just don't understand. I'm trying to figure out when I got over my anxiety about being touched that way by guys."

"Babe, I don't know how to help you figure that out. " Ben was internally debating of what to tell Ciara about what he once witnessed between her and Tripp. " I get you're really trying hard to get your memory back and it's not just about me but the entire four years of your life. I won't patronize you saying that I know how you feel because I don't. What I do know is even without those four years I still love you and that won't ever change. You're not on a time clock or under the gun. I'm up for making new memories with you if you'll let me?"

Ciara ran her fingers across his cheek lightly and stroked it, "The voice in my head that says for me to not trust you keeps getting less and less to the point it's just a silent whisper. I'm seeing parts of you that are making me see why I fell in love with you and married you. My Aunt Kayla told me something that really makes me hate myself."

Ben was horrified by her words, "What would make you feel like that?"

"She said that you got really sick rescuing me and that you had to be put on oxygen for a bit before you came to first see me. And that your lungs were damaged and…." Ciara started to cry, "And I yelled at you…"

"Hey, hey don't do that to yourself. Listen to me I don't blame you for anything. Not one thing. Ciara, when you woke up you were just coming out of anesthesia. You were in pain and you hurt all over. You were groggy and your body was tired. You woke up confused and what is the first thing you saw. The Neck Tie Killer sitting at your bedside holding your hand. That would freak anyone out."

Ciara was about to speak then she felt a sharp pain against her chest, then another, another and one more. She felt as if she couldn't breathe and then coughed and let out a gasp and a deep breath catching air.

Ben noticed her moment of distress, "Baby are you Ok? You looked like you were have having a hard time breathing and turned blue for a moment?"

"It happens every so often. Maybe every night to be exact." She then instinctively took his hand and placed it against her chest and heard Ben's voice yet he wasn't talking to her, "No pulse and she's not breathing." She then felt the sharp pains against her chest again four times consecutively in intervals and air forced into her mouth feeling as if it were going down her airway into her lungs inflating them forcing her to breathe, "Did you give me CPR once?"

With her question Ben took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, "It was one of the worst moments of my life. I fought so hard to not fall into acceptance that you were really gone. Strange enough denial kept me going. Everyone kept saying you were gone and there was no way you survived the car explosion. But it wasn't guilt that wouldn't let me believe that. Babe, I just had this feeling that if you were really gone I'd feel it. Somehow I'd know. That kept me going all those months. Then to finally find you and…and you were caught all the rubble. "he started to choke back tears unsuccessfully, "You were so bruised and broken. My beautiful Ciara who I hadn't held in my arms for so long. I failed you, to see you like that. You needed me and I failed you completely." His tears flowed freely and he was engulfed in fear and remorse, "It's all my fault...I failed you."

Ciara instinctively grabbed his hands in hers, "No you didn't. I'm here now. Right in front of you. And it's because of you."

"You were lifeless when I found you. I have no idea how long you were like that and…" Ben was in pain emotionally.

"And you kept calm and didn't think as my husband the man who loved me so devotedly. You realized you were the only one who could save me and you did. Ben, these beautiful hands of yours gave me chest compressions that I needed and got my heart started beating again. You saved my life and your breath got me breathing again and revived me. Baby, you brought me back to life. Not just back to you but my family. "she saw he was still withdrawn into depression, "Now you listen to me Benjamin Oliver Weston I'm fine. Ok, my memory is gone but the most important part of me is very much alive and it's beating because of you." She took his right hand and placed it against her chest and gently rubbed the back of it."An old friend wants to say thank you." She then wiped the tears that stained his cheek, "I can see why I love you my husband."

With that declaration. Ben swallowed hard and took a chance. He paused briefly. Took her face in both his hands and leaned in and seeing her nod with affirmation kissed her lips first gently and then found himself taken back into time. Back to the time of their first kiss in front of the pub. They were transported back in time together. They momentarily broke their clinch with Ciara stating flirtatiously, "I think you are as nervous now as you were then." They then took hold of each other and continued their renewal of each other's spirits.