Thanks to all of my reviewers! Gemz, Lynsey, Leanne, Ella, Pippa, Laura and Sam! Because of you all I have decided to add a few chapters to this! Hope that you like this one! Please review!

As it goes

By the story that's already told

Comes a time when we all must let go

Phil sighed as he left Sam in her office, he wanted to turn back, to see her reaction to his news. But he couldn't, he didn't want to know. He couldn't bear to look at her when he gave her that piece of paper. He just dropped it and left, he wondered if she believed him about how truly sorry he was, he hadn't meant to become this person again. He thought he had gotten rid of those bad habits a year ago, or perhaps even before. But one girl had fluttered her eyelids at him and he was back to old Phil again. He wondered where he could go now, he didn't feel like going home, there was no-one there, all there was, was a lifetime of guilt and too many things to remind him of all the mistakes he had made. He headed downstairs and pushed the doors open to the yard, he shivered as he brought his jacket closer to him. After today he needed a drink, he left his car in the yard and walked towards the Seven Bells. He pushed open the doors and walked to the bar, ordered himself a pint and sat down, lifted the glass to his mouth and drank quickly. A few more of those for the night and Monica would be long forgotten, but there would be one person who remained in his head, no amount of beer could get her out, he had tried that once before and all it had done was make him sick. She was firmly entrenched in his head, he couldn't let go of her, or at least he couldn't when he saw her everyday. Now that he had asked to leave, perhaps it would all be different.

What happened to the story?

Sam closed her eyes, everything was quiet in the office now. As usual there was no-one left but her. She wiped another tear away from her cheek as she remembered her first night with Phil. Her body was shaking as her hands clasped the glass in front of her, she couldn't look up, she was so scared. She had almost been shot, not for the first time, but this was different, this was a foreign country. No one knew that the two of them had been in that seedy pub if you could even call it that, well except for Cesar Nastase. She could hear herself speaking

Flashback

"I'm cold" Sam said, her fear making her feel like she was going to run out of breath. She took the glass from him, but it continued to shake. She felt his strong hand on her back

"You're probably just in shock" she heard him say as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders

"I can't" she mumbled, she wanted to drink, but the simple task of getting her hand to her mouth was proving difficult

"Just try and calm down, shush, shush, shush" she could hear him telling her, she felt a little warmer now that his jacket was around her, but she was still terrified. Terrified that in that moment before she could have lost her life.

"We nearly died. Two inches to my left and we" she just managed to get out of her mouth, feeling the tears beginning to well up

"We didn't though did we, were still here" he said to her trying to reassure her that everything was now going to be alright, no matter whether he believed it or not. She turned her face towards him and looked at him closely, searching his face for comfort.

"Listen I am gonna protect you. I promise" he said to her quietly "I'll sleep by the door tonight, make sure that nobody comes in, but you gotta rest"

She nodded to what he told her, that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, and somehow she felt safer, like she would be fine as long as he was near her.

"Okay, thank you" she didn't know if thank you was the right word, but it was the only one that she could manage at this time

"What for?" he said to her, she wanted to say for everything. But looking deep into his eyes all she wanted to do was kiss him, she had wanted to for years not that she had ever allowed herself to admit it and for the first time this felt like the right moment. She leant in towards him and kissed him softly and then pulled away. She felt his hand on the back of her neck and realised how amazing it was to kiss Phil Hunter, she leant forward again and kissed him passionately, their tongues clashing with each others and her hand holding his tightly.

She had trusted her heart then, that wasn't something that she normally allowed herself to do. Her mind usually controlled all of her actions, especially the one made weeks later, when she had ran away. That was the decision she had made that had lead her here, alone with only memories in her head.

Discontent it cuts inside

Sam stood and walked to the window, looking outside into the street. She could make out a figure walking quickly out of the station. She watched as she expected him to turn and head for his car, but he just kept walking, buttoning his coat tightly as he wandered into the cold street. She wondered what he was thinking and whether or not he would have slept with Monica had the two of them still been together. For all of his faults in the past, somehow she still refused to believe that he was the same Phil Hunter who arrived here five years ago. All that had happened to him since he was here, had to have changed him. But what had he changed for, perhaps it was her, perhaps she was the reason that he became who he was in Romania, who he was when she was with Stuart, someone she could trust with her life, someone who knew all of her secrets. She turned back to her desk and sat back down, she saw the piece of paper in front of her, and she couldn't let him leave. Today would eventually be forgotten, it would become yesterday's story. Like Dennis Weaver, Ron Gregory and even Kate Maltby had all become before. This was Sun Hill, something unusual or unexpected happened here all of the time. She couldn't let him leave, let him walk out of her life and off to another station. He had never run away from anything in his life, why was he going to now? She reached for her coat and stood up, she knew where he would have gone, sometimes she thought she knew him better than she knew herself. She wasn't going to let him leave without answers, if she let him leave at all. She folded the paper and placed it into her pocket, glancing at it one last time as she did, for the first time she noticed that he hadn't even signed the bottom, she would have to find him now.