Flashback

I was in a bland, hospital-clean room with sets of bunk beds lining the walls. Besides a few books or the occasional pair of socks, the room didn't have many personal touches. Or, personal belongings, rather. I looked over to see Newt leaning against the wall behind the bed we were sitting on. It was small, and his legs hung over the edge, dangling above the lower bunk.

"Getting back on topic, it's bloody dull around here." Newt declared, looking over at me. "There ought to be at least some sort of entertainment."

"If we're lucky, we'll die of boredom before we even get sent up." I stated. Newt frowned.

"Well...I suppose you've got more time to think about it than I do." He said grimly. I bit my lip.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, it's...it's fine." He looked away, then plastered a smile onto his face.

"Die of boredom, you said?" Newt grinned. I shrugged. "No, there's got to be something around here that'll save us."

Newt lightly jumped down from the top bunk. He crossed the room and opened the top drawer of a side table next to one of the other bunk beds. I didn't want to move. I kicked the metal railing of the bed. There was a ringing noise that bounced around the room. He turned to look at me.

"Whose is that?" I asked.

"Whose drawer is this?" He checked. I nodded. "I've gotten better, haven't I?" He said smugly. I rolled my eyes at his expression.

"Oh come on, I'm almost fluent." He said. Then his smile faltered, and I could tell what he was thinking. In a week he wouldn't remember any of it.

"Whose is it?" I repeated. Newt seemed to be considering something. Then he answered.

"We moved everyone's stuff around the other day, this over here is Tommy's now. Seems like they fancy the two of you, I thought they might've given him something to pass the time. You won't tell him, will you?" Newt worried. I shook my head.

He grinned and opened the second drawer. Clothes again. He reached his hand back behind the stack of t-shirts. Then, grinning wider, he pulled his hand out of the drawer, holding what looked like a small metal box.

"Is that a radio?" I signed. He didn't see.

"It's a radio." Newt said. He walked back over and pushed himself up onto the top bunk again. Why he ignored the ladder was beyond me. Newt started fiddling with the radio, examining it.

"He doesn't use it?" I asked him, tapping him on the shoulder. Why wouldn't Thomas have mentioned it? To me, at least.

"No, he's never used it." Newt confirmed. "Maybe it doesn't work."

I sat next to him on Thomas' bed, the lower bunk, then reached over and closed the drawer. He turned it over, then pressed a button on the side. Nothing happened. He sighed.

"Try the other channel. The a-m one." Newt turned the volume knob and flipped a switch on the front of the radio. Music came from the speakers.

But not us (no, never)

No, not us (no, never)

"It works! I love this song." I smiled.

"Song? What, you can remember that? You know what song it is already?" Newt asked. I nodded.

"Come on E-i-l-e-e-n."

We are far too young and clever

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

"Well, if you love it so much," Newt decided "why don't we dance?" He hopped off the bed and gave a sweeping bow, holding out his hand. I grinned, taking it and sliding off the top bunk.

And you'll hum this tune forever

He took my other hand, leading me towards the center of the room.

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means

Aah, come on let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

Aah, come on let's

Aah, come on Eileen

He took my hand and spun me around. I laughed. Then he slowed.

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

Aah, come on let's

Aah, come on Eileen

Something wrong? I mouthed, confused.

Say, come on Eileen

These things they are real and I know

How you feel

"No, love." Newt said softly. "I just...you look lovely when you're laughing." He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

Now I must say more than ever

Things round here have changed

I say, too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye-aye

I smiled in response. Then Newt leaned down and kissed me, gently pressing his lips against mine.

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

At this moment, you mean everything

For a moment, I didn't react. Then I pulled him closer, gripping his shirt collar to deepen the kiss.

Aah, come on Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

At this moment, you mean everything

The song was almost over. He moved away. He stared at me, like he couldn't believe he's just done that.

"I had to do that." He breathed. "At least once." He watched me carefully. Like he couldn't believe I'd really kissed him back.

"Before I-" I pulled him down for another kiss. I could feel him smiling. He lifted my legs until they were even with his hips.

You in that dress, my thoughts I confess

Well, they're dirty

Come on Eileen

"What the hell are you doing?" A voice came from the doorway. I froze. Newt SEyes me down on the side table, the drawer that had had the radio in it was still open.

"Look, Tommy, it's-" Newt tried.

Come on Eileen


Sam POV

My eyes fluttered open. For a moment I thought I could still hear the song.

I had been dreaming. But it hadn't felt like a dream. The images and emotions seemed to real for it to be imaginary. I hadn't told anyone, but I seemed to be remembering a lot of things lately. Thomas, he had remembered the song too. His face when it started playing...but I had to be sure.

I stood and walked out. I must have slept late, Newt was nowhere to be seen. The Homestead was filled with people and sounds. Cheery, chattering voices; clanking silverware scraping against plates. I caught sight of Thomas then went up and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, surprised.

"What's up, Sam?" Thomas responded. I bit my lip.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked him. My lips barely moved as I signed. Quiet. He looked confused, but he nodded.

"Yeah, sure." He replied. I moved to leave, then noticed he wasn't following me.

"O-Outside." I specified.

"Oh, okay." Thomas followed me out, leaving behind confused glances from the rest of his table. I stopped once we were out of range.

"What is it?" He questioned. I frowned, unsure of where to start.

"Yesterday, when-when that song was playing. It looked like you..did you...okay, this is going to sound weird but-"

"You want to know if I remembered something." Thomas stated. I blinked, surprised. Then I nodded.

"If it was triggered by that song, then you probably remembered the same thing." He surmised.

"All I remembered was that song playing while I was...in a room. Like a hospital or something..." I bit my lip, trailing off. If he had the same memory then he knew, but I didn't want to say it in case he didn't. I don't know why. "...and then you came in. At least, I think it was you. I just heard "Thomas" and then I woke up. What did you remember?"

Thomas looked uncomfortable. I frowned. Did the song make him think of something else?

"The second half of that, I think. What happened after I came in." He says slowly. Oh. Well maybe he...wait.

"You seemed mad." I started cautiously. "From what I got, anyway. It wasn't because we were a...we were..."

Suddenly, Thomas looked uncomfortable.

"Wait, you think-no. Definitely not." He responded, cringing. I tried not to look offended, but he read my expression. Thomas bit his lip.

"I mean, not that you're not...attractive...physically...I mean, I just...let's just...never mind." He scrambled. I stared at him. Thomas groaned.

"Look, it's not that you're not-I just-from the, from my end of the-of the dream...thing...no. Just...new information has come to light, and I...no." He managed.

"Ok-kay then." I replied. Yes, I've decided I'm definitely offended.

"You know what? What I remembered isn't really of any-"

"Hey Thomas, can I have your eggs?" Minho came up to him. "That stuff's klunk when it's cold."

"Uh, sure. I'll be back in a second." Thomas answered him.

"Thanks, man." Minho went and sat back down. Thomas looked at me.

"That guy eats a lot, doesn't he?" He said. I grinned. Thomas smiled fondly, like he was remembering something.

"So...you don't think you should tell me what you remembered?" I kept signing in case Minho was still in earshot. I watched Thomas carefully for his response. His reaction.

"I will." He stated. "At some point."

I huffed. Minho was right though, breakfast probably was getting cold.

"If you wanna be like that, I'll let you figure it out yourself." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Like that. Right there."

"Whatever. You still hungry?" I asked.

"Dude. Yes." Thomas agreed. The two of us headed back towards the food.