Tom walked out of Resus and looked around the ED for Sam.
"Sam! Can I have a word?" Tom said to Sam, purpossfully. Sam shook her head.
"Tom, I am busy with Mr Parkins over here, who has managed to get a copping saw
stuck in his arm. I have no idea how!" Sam laughed but stopped when she saw Tom's
stern face.
"Sam, do I look like I care about a clumsy middle-aged man?" Tom asked
sarcastically, " And anyway, it wasn't a question" Tom took her arm, but Sam
pulled it out of his grip. Tom apologised but led her through to the Out of Order
ladies room.
"Sam, when we were an item, must have been about 12 years ago, when we were at
Holby Uni, did we do anything we shouldn't have?" Tears glazed sam's eyeballs.
"Tom. I did. You didn't." A single tear slid down her cheek, and dropped down.
Tom held his hand out and caught it. Then he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey babes, what do you mean?" Tom was confused, and he didn't understand what
she was saying.
"I.. me and Fletch, we got carried away. I thought it was nothing but..." Sam
trailed off as she was engulfed by a flashback.

Tom was sitting at the table with Sam's coursework spread out in front of him. He
wrote in one answer then put the pen down. Sam was in the toilet of her little
university flat. Unknown to Tom, she was crying after getting some bad test
results.
She flushed the toilet and put the stick in the bin. She emerged with tears down
her face.
"Sammie what's up?" Tom asked, genuinly concerned for his girlfriend. "What's
happened?" He shouted, as Sam went into their bedroom and started taking clothes
out of the drawer and putting them into her suitcase.
"Tom, I just have to go. I can't stay here anymore." Sam cried, as more tears
fell from her eyes to her clothes.
"So you're gonna throw away your whole university education?" Tom shouted.
Sam shook her head. Shutting her suitcase before hand, she walked out the door.

"Tom, that was when I was pregnant. I thought it was with Fletch. It could be, I
don't know. I didn't want to do it with Fletch, it just happened." Sam was
distraught.
"So he raped you! Well, I'll be having words with him won't I!"
"Tom please calm down! We were like 20 and 18, it doesn't matter now!" Tom felt
like screaming.
"DOESN'T MATTER?! He raped you, got you pregnant with twins! And that doesn't
matter, NO, because Sam will handle it!"
"He didn't rape me! I said fine! we were drunk!" Sam tried to explain, but this just made Tom more angry.
"I'm having DNA tests done, and for now, we are over Sam." Tom stormed out.

Sorry it's a really short one, I am trying to rush a bit, I have some really good ideas coming up!

Enjoy

Sadie xxx