AHHH! I get kinda nervous doing things like this. I know it's bad, but I'm trying my best. Totally all Sam and Tom, but I need ideas for what could happen so suggestions are welcome along with constructive criticism.
Sam and Tom had been getting on very well lately, better than well, in fact everything seemed to just feel right and although those three all important words had not yet been spoken by either of them, they knew that this was going to prove to be something great.
Dylan had only recently left Holby, due to the fact could not get over Sam and he couldn't bare to see her with Tom without wanting to knock the bloke out for stealing what he saw as rightfully his. Both Sam and Tom felt guilty for driving him away but also relieved, not that they would admit that. It was clear though, by the fact they had finally come out as a couple to the whole ED and now their relationship was public knowledge, that they felt a lot more comfortable around each other. This meant progress and as far as both Tom and Sam were concerned this was what they wanted and no matter what, they would stand by each other.
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The loud ring of the alarm clock alerted Tom is was morning, and time again for another shift in the ED. With Dominic now gone he could relax into the work that he loved so much and with the added pleasure of knowing he would be working alongside Sam today too.
He groaned a little as he hit the clock on the top a little harder than necessary and sat up rubbing his eyes. The fact there was not yet any sunlight seeping through the crack at the top of the curtains in his room made him sigh knowing that the majority of people would still be in their little dream worlds curled up in their beds. He swung his legs over the side and put his feet in his slippers, which Sam had kindly bought him for his last birthday, and got up wandering into the bathroom to get showered and dressed for work.
After spending a good half hour in the bathroom, the majority of said time was him looking in the mirror fixing his curly brown hair, he was now ready. Well, he looked ready but didn't feel it. He made his way down stairs to make his breakfast when only half way down there was a gently knock on the door.
"Who could that be?" he mumbled to himself and finished the flight of stairs before looking through the peephole. It was, of course, Sam. She was stood there with her blonde hair being swept in all directs in the wind as she tried to tame it with one hand while the other held what looked like a sandwich wrapped in paper.
Keeping her waiting no longer he unlocked the door before pulling it open and Sam practically jumped into the door way in an attempt to escape the powerful wind. She looked up at Tom and attempted to pull an annoyed face.
"You look like you've just got out of bed." She spoke maintaining the act.
"I more or less just have." He smirked slightly.
"Oh really? I've been up for ages. Up, showered dressed, out for a run, home, showered again, changed, then got my work things together and went to get you some breakfast." She reeled off sound rather pleased with herself.
Tom smirked and kissed her tenderly to shut her up. As he pulled away a small smile crept onto her face. She winked before taking his hand and putting the sandwich in it with force.
"Get that down you Kent." She said sternly with a grin and grabbed his bag from the floor beside the door and led him out the house.
"Oh, and by the way, you best hurry and get that spare key sorted. It's not good to keep a lady waiting." She smirked cheekily and Tom laughed softly locking the closed door. They then walked to work together, side by side, with Sam linking Tom while he ate his breakfast.