OMG! 198 reviews! I love you guys- and I am so, so proud of this fic… only 24 (well, 25 now) chapters but already almost 200 reviews… Blimey, you are amazing people! I am having a pretty crap time at the moment with exams and boys (who seem to find me attractive as Susan Boyle) and dance and not sleeping because my brain likes to play a little game called 'How many times can we wake her up?' So, nightmares and what feel like panic attacks and socks cutting into my ankle and duvets falling off and cats ON MY FACE keep me awake… But anyway, I'm having a bad time but you all cheer me up so much! THANK YOU!

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Sam and Tom woke up, in Sam's bed, when the mysterious alarm went off at six. They looked for it for half an hour, before discovering that it was sellotaped to the ceiling of Sam's room. A lot of jumping around and a game of 'hit the alarm clock with the pillow and hope it falls off' later, and they had got the bloody thing onto the floor and Tom had jumped up and down on it, smashing it. They plodded round, finding clothes, and got dressed. Tom offered to cook dinner but Sam wanted something quicker. They ordered Dominos.

After they'd eaten, and they both felt too-full, they hurried out to the car and climbed in… It wouldn't start. No matter how hard they tried, it would not budge.

"Shit…" Sam muttered, hitting her head against the steering wheel and making a loud 'BEEP!' "Zoe's gonna kill us…"

Tom frowned, "Yup, and there's nothing we can do about that, we just have to sort it. So, one bike, no bus for the next hour and no taxi company near enough. What do we do?"

Sam frowned, "We could run?"

She was wearing running gear, because she had hoped to jog home when the shift ended. Tom was going to take the car and go get more petrol, and some breakfast from the petrol station down the road. But Tom was in jeans and a T-shirt. He shot her a 'that better be a joke, bitch' look, and she sighed and looked back at the house.

"Well, that's that then." She turned on her heel and headed to the garage.

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She opened the door and pulled a dusty old motorbike from the depths of the garage, along with two leather jackets and two helmets. She handed one set to Tom, and turned the key. The motorbike revved into life. Sam pulled on the jacket and the helmet and sat on the saddle, nervous.

"Sam, are you going to explain this… erm… interesting event, or am I just going to have to risk my life and hope you can drive this thing."

Sam glared at him, "This 'thing' as you called her is Millie, and I gave her up after seeing someone die from a particularly nasty accident… but I'm pretty sure I can still drive her… I hope…"

Tom pulled on the jacket and climbed on behind her.

"If I'm going to die," he grinned, "I want to die doing something completely crazy with the woman I love."

Sam grinned, "You're not going to die."

She tried to make it go, and jolted them forward really fast, before slamming on the breaks.

"Oh yeah?" Tom smirked.

Sam frowned, and tried again- slower than before. She managed to get them onto the road, and moving at a steady pace. But there was something on both of their minds… what the hell would their colleagues think?!

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Well, they found out soon enough. As Sam pulled up to the doors, she noticed Zoe stood outside, talking to Fletch and Tess. They all looked up simultaneously, and Zoe stepped forward,

"I don't know who you two think you are, but this is a hospital and…"

Sam pulled of her helmet and flipped her hair.

"I know, I work here," she smirked.

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Tom took off his helmet as well, and ruffled his hair. He looked at Sam and she looked at him, then they both looked back at Zoe. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes were wide. Fletch snuck is phone from his pocket, and lifted it up, pointing it into Zoe's face and snapping a photo. This made her jump out of her daze just enough to yell,

"FLETCH DELETE THAT BLOODY PHOTO!"

They could hear his laughter echoing from inside the ED, and Zoe scowled. Tess barely noticed anything, she was just staring at the bike and it's riders.

"Sam… may I ask why you've come to work on a motorbike?"

"Because the car had broken down, Tom's bike had a puncture and there were no buses."

"Okay… and you just HAPPENED to have a motorbike in the shed, and know how to ride it?" Tess raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." Sam smiled, parking and heading past the two gobsmacked bosses, into the ED.

Tom chased her and grabbed her hand, kissing her.

"I've always loved a badass," he smirked.

She frowned at him.

"Joking!"

Sam carried on frowning, then let go of his hand and walked away. Tess, who had followed them inside, whispered to Charlie,

"I guess getting Fletch to break their car didn't work then… better send him to fix it later, it's just pushed them further apart."

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