As soon as Sam opened the file an entire world opened up to her, but it was one she didn't recognise. She stared at the photo of her in an army uniform with a look of disgust. As she started reading she noticed there was a multitude of names. These names were of the people she had served with…In Afghanistan.

"Great…" She muttered under her breath.

There was no way her mum would be speaking to her now. Why did she agree to go to the same country her father had died in several years previously? There must have been some reason; just like there had to be a reason she'd never told anyone about her brother. But what was it?

She flicked through several pages and was greeted with photos and several medical reports, one of which stated she had a cut above her left eye but other than that she was given a clean bill of health every time until she left..with an honourable discharge.

Honourable? So not only had she joined the army, but she'd also played by their rules for years on end? It was the she came to a page she hadn't been inspecting.

It was documentation for a hearing after she had shot a man whom she thought was armed, when it turned out all he was getting was his inhaler. As she read through her statement her blood started to run cold.

She had killed a man.

Her face suddenly lost all the colour it had gained since the explosion and her lips went dry. It was this face that greeted Linda when she walked over with a look of concern.

"Sam are you ok?" She asked, looking over at the heart rate monitor for any issues.

"I…I killed a man?" She said in disbelief.

Linda sighed and Sam looked up at her. "You were under a lot of pressure and you thought he had a gun, it wasn't your fault."

"How do you know about that? Did you look through here?" Sam demanded as anger suddenly crept up on her.

"No. The person I spoke to so I could get hold of this file asked if it would be wise to leave out the pages that documented that incident. I figured you'd want to know everything." Linda replied gently.

"You figured I'd want to know that I killed someone?" Sam growled. "Where's that doctor woman?"

"Dr Hanna? She's down in the ED treating one of our colleagues."

"Your colleagues. One of your colleagues." Sam snapped.

"Sam-"

"Can you please just leave me alone? I need time to process this."

Linda sighed again and nodded, leaving Sam to her thoughts.

Two hours later Linda was still on the ward, glancing over at Sam every few minutes in the hope that she would look back with that same confident authoritative air she normally did. Linda was disappointed.

Sam had called for assistance, and rolled her eyes when she saw Linda walking towards her.

"Are you ok?"

Sam folded her arms and warned Linda with a glance not to walk about the army.

"I need the toilet."

"I'll take you."

"Just tell me where it is." Sam snapped.

"I can't let a patient who had just suffered a head trauma go unaccompanied anywhere, sorry." Linda said with a small smile.

Sam groaned loudly and swung her legs off of the bed. Linda grabbed a nearby wheelchair and motioned Sam to sit, and could have sworn for a second that Sam was going to slap her. Their journey down the corridor was deliberately slow, with Linda slowing further near every sign, hoping that Sam may remember something.

Sam seemed aware of what she was doing and unbeknownst to Linda had rolled her eyes every time they had slowed further still. She had rolled her eyes further when they had stopped altogether, mere metres from the toilets.

When she had finished rolling her eyes her gaze settled on the same person that Linda was currently staring at. He looked to be about 6ft 2 inches tall, possibly taller. His arm was in a sling and he had a small dressing above his left eye.

"Tom!" Linda smiled, wheeling Sam over to him.

"Hey Linda. Hey, Sam." Tom smiled. "How's your head?"

Sam merely rolled her eyes, stood up and walked into the toilets.

"She's lost around ten years of memory." Linda explained, noticing Tom's affronted expression.

Tom stared at the wheel chair she recently vacated, his mouth wide open.

"Do you know if it's temporary or not?" He said as he at last looked away from the chair.

"Zoe seems to think that its only temporary, but we haven't been able to get her scanned, so who knows?"

With that Tom started rushed down the corridor, much to Linda's bemusement.

"Tom? Where are you going?!"

"To find out what Zoe knows!" He shouted back.

Linda sighed dramatically and shook her head before pushing the toilet door open with the wheelchair and walking in.

"Sam, are you ready to go back yet?"

"You could have waited outside and kept on talking to that boy toy. I'm not 4 years old."

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I can't decide between turning this into tom/Sam fanfic or keeping romance out of it altogether so I figured I'd leave it up to you guys. I'll go with whatever the majority of you say.

Thanks for reading! :)