Hello! I'm back (I think)! Sorry I haven't updated, I decided to take a break from writing and read other fanfics, which has definitely helped me to get back to writing. I really want to start another story but must finish my other two first! Thanks to all the great reviewers, I really appreciate it! Anyway, as I said at the start, Dylan would feature in this story and I'm begining to incorporate him into this fic. So don't worry, he is coming!

Anyways, enjoy!

It's not the goodbyes that hurt, it's the flashbacks that follow. - Unknown Author

*FLASHBACK*

She could feel him hot on her tail. He had just appeared, right in front of the site she was tending to as a medic. He was searching for someone, but it was not clear who. His eyes locked with hers, and he walked towards her, and drew a gun out. He told her to stop treating the man, or he would shoot her. She hesitated, before shooting the man in the arm and running off. Enraged, he chased after her, and she found herself being hunted. She turned a sharp right, only to be met with a dead end. She spun round, looking for an escape. She could hear him coming and knew she had to act fast. Too late. He stood in front of her, an evil grin plastered over his face. He slowly began to make his way towards her, finger resting on the trigger. Just as he was about shoot, she heard a voice.

"Sam! Wake up!"

She looked towards the shooter, seeing if he had spoken. He hadn't, and he didn't even seem to have heard the voice.

She was backed up against the wall, staring at the space in front of her, like she could see something, or somebody.

"Sam! What are you doing?" He shook her again, trying to see if he could get through to her.

There it was, the voice, again. She knew she recognised it but didn't know where from. Before she had time to think about who the voice belonged to, there was a gunshot.

She suddenly flinched, before dropping to the floor. Tom quickly grabbed her before she reached the bottom, and seated her against the wall. He lifted her face in his hands and saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing was very shallow.

"Sam, can you open your eyes for me?"

On hearing Resus doors open behind him, he turned and saw Zoe standing there, confusion etched on her face.

"What's going on Tom?" She gestured to Sam.

On hearing his name, Sam's eyelids fluttered open. She slowly surveyed her surroundings, until she realised she was no longer in bed.

Tom turned back to Sam and Zoe came and knelt beside her.

"Sam?" Zoe questioned, hoping the younger doctor may have some answers.

Instead, Sam ignored Zoe and turned to Tom.

"It was you, wasn't it? Your voice." She stated, innocently.

"What was me? What was my voice?" He gently asked, not wanting to startle her anymore than she already was.

"In Afghanistan. You were there with me."

"Afghanistan!? Sam, what are you on about?" He shouted a little too loudly, which earned him a glare from Zoe.

"Okay Tom, that's enough." She turned to Sam. "I think we'll let you get some rest, and we can talk more later. Okay?"

After a quick nod from Sam, she helped Tom ease Sam into bed. There would be time to talk later.

Unfortunatley for Zoe, later was too late.

She walked in to see Tom sat on Sam's bed, talking to her. The conversation seemed pleasant enough, but Zoe could see something was bothering Tom. She motioned for him to come over.

"What's wrong?" She questioned.

"She doesn't remember Zoe. She doesn't remember what happened to her earlier, or anything that she said about Afghanistan. To her, this is the first time she had woken up today." He replied, clearly concerned about her welfare.

"None of it?"

"None of it." He confirmed.

She paused for a moment, contemplating on what to do. She walked over to Sam's bed, and began to talk.

"So Sam, how are you doing?"

"Good, slightly tired but that can be expected, can't it?" She looked at them both, and saw something pass between them.

"What?"

This time, Tom answered.

"Something happened this morning. With you." She shot a questioning look at him and he continued.

"Umm... I guess you could call it an episode...?" He shot a glance at Zoe, who nodded. "It looked like you were having a sort of flashback... you said something about Afghanistan."

Sam shrank away at the mention of that and looked in shock.

"Whoa Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!"

She seemed to relax slightly before speaking, "No, its okay, it wasn't you." She carried on, but she seemed nervous, and unsure, "When I had this episode, did I seem to think that I was actually there?" She looked at them, scared of their answer.

"Umm..Yeah, I suppose. Why?" And then it dawned on him. "Sam, have you had these before?"

She nodded, sheepishly.

Zoe interjected, "Sam! Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you!"

Sam felt the need to defend herself and argued back, "I'm sorry! I haven't had one for ages and I'd thought they'd gone!" She looked like she was going to burst into tears. Tom quickly sat by her and began to rub her back.

"Do you know what brought this one on?" He was sure it was related to what happened at the beach, but he needed to know if he was right.

She didn't nod, but the look in her eyes told him that she did indeed know.

He wanted to be sympathetic, as he knew she didn't want to tell him. But he knew it was for her own good, so he asked.

"Tell us what happened."

Chapter 4 done! Please review and feel free to have a rant at me of not updating in donkeys years! I won't mind! I'll try to update my other fic ASAP, as I know lots of you will be waiting for that one too.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading and please review!

Hannah xx

Ps. As for the guest that asked for cute Tam moments, they will be coming! I love them too!