"There has to be something we can do other than wait!" Tom almost shouted in the middle of the packed ED.

"Tom I'm sorry but I have four other patients down here, all of which are in critical condition, who need my help right now! I'll get back to Sam when I can!" Zoe shouted back over the din.

Tom had spent the last 30 minutes getting every last piece of information from Zoe about Sam's condition. He had so far gleamed nothing that could explain ten years of memory loss, and nor was he expecting to without a scan. He had tried to persuade Zoe to let him take over her care but, as Zoe had pointed out, he was a patient here also and his broken arm would only get in the way.

Instead he had resigned to watching Zoe rush off to deal with a crashing patient before heading off himself, back to Sam's ward. Part of him had wanted to stick with Linda and Sam when he met them outside the toilets, the other part of him wanted to run away screaming.

She didn't know him, and that was the worst feeling ever. She was holding a facial expression you might expect to see on a moody teenager outside the toilets which, by all accounts, Sam was only a couple of years out of that particular stage in her head.

He wasn't sure what to expect from her, would her speech be the same as her body language? Would she tell him to get knotted? By what Zoe had told him this was very possible. Still, he had to try.

As he neared the ward she was in he paused for a moment to take a deep breath. Nerves. Tom frowned. Not like him to get nervous.

He walked towards the reception desk with a sense of purpose, indicating to Linda that he wanted to talk. She gave him a brief smile and came over to where he was standing eyeing his arm.

"How bad is the break?" She asked with a look of concern.

"Not as bad as it could have been. I'll have this off in a few weeks." Tom smiled as he pointed at the cast. His smile faded slightly as he looked over at Sam's bed. "How is she?"

"Not great." Linda replied, following his gaze.

Sam was sitting with her arms folded again, staring at the ceiling with a look of annoyance.

"Mind if I go talk to her?" Tom asked, still staring at her.

"Did you talk to Zoe?" Linda asked back, ignoring his question entirely.

"Yeah. She said there isn't really anything she can do right now, she's tied up with other cases. So can I go and see her?"

"Yes…" Linda said slowly. "But Tom... she's acting like a moody teenager. And she called you a... boy toy."

Tom raised his eyebrows and quickly suppressed with fits of giggles that were threatening to erupt from him.

"I've been called far worse by moody seven year olds. Kids or, well, adults who have lost ten years of memory and think they are kids, are my speciality." Tom said with another smile.

Linda sighed and nodded, walking back over to reception to sort a pile of papers.

Tom approached her bed slowly as despite the seemingly confident smile he gave Linda he was back to dealing with nerves fluttering around his stomach. He was still stuck on the fact that she wasn't going to recognise him.

"Sam?"

She looked away from the spot on the ceiling and gave him a flirty grin. "Hi boy toy."

Tom frowned. Linda wasn't joking. "Er… Hi. My name's Tom."

Tom cringed at the sound of him introducing himself to an old colleague and friend. It sounded wrong. Sam appeared to miss this momentary tightness around his jaw line.

"Cute name." She said as she sat up. "You have a girlfriend?"

"Er.. no… Let's focus on-"

"If you don't have a girlfriend you have got to be gay. You are way too hot to be single."

"No, I'm not gay." Tom said firmly. "Sam, can we please focus on you-"

"So, what you doing in... oh I don't know. A few weeks from now? I have no clue when I'm getting out of here but I would love to go with you for a drink sometime."

"We... Er... We already tried that." He said at last, trying to blink away the pink tinge he knew had appeared on his face.

"We already tried what? …oh." Sam said as her smile dropped. "I already know you, don't I?"

Tom wished her never opened his mouth. She suddenly went from flirting to staring at him as though she had never seen him before… again.

"Yes." Tom said after a brief pause. "We're colleagues."

Sam's face suddenly dropped a mile as she laid back on the pillow and returned to staring at the same patch of ceiling. Tom felt disheartened, but he wasn't going to give up there. He was about to open his mouth but Sam beat him to it.

"How could you?"

"How could I what?"

"How could you and them- all of my 'colleagues' let me save people's lives when I shot a man dead in Afghanistan?

Tom sighed. Zoe had warned him about this, Linda had told her the reaction Sam had after discovering the documentation.

"Sam you thought he had a gun. You were cleared of any wrongdoing and you're a good doctor. One of the best." Tom replied with a small, and hopefully reassuring, smile.

"If I'm one of the best why didn't I see that what he had was an inhaler and not a gun?" Sam said stonily.

"Because it was in his pocket. According to Zoe the file said he looked like he was getting some kind of weapon, it could have been a gun or worse, a bomb. Sam you're a good person. Don't doubt that."

"Good people don't kill others." Sam said stonily before turning onto her side and pretending to being falling asleep.

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So nine of you wanted a Tom/Sam relationship (I can't stand the portmanteau Tam) and one of you wanted a Dylan/Sam relationship. I... think it's clear what I'm going to be doing then! Sorry to the guest who wanted Dylan/Sam!

A few of you want this to be more about Sam's journey of self discovery and want the romance to be a secondary plotline so I'll be taking that into consideration as well.

And to the guest who wrote that I should write what I'm comfortable with honestly I am a little lukewarm about Tom and Sam but I could already see a relationship between those 2 panning out when I started this story and I don't mind writing about them. And thanks a lot for the compliment! :)

I also saw the reviews about not making it too soppy… honestly I'm not a fan of wishy washy lovey dovy stuff so that shouldn't be too hard! That and I don't really see Sam as a particularly soppy character…So the flirty stuff I put in this chapter is going to be phased out as the story progresses and as Sam gets her memory back so she'll start to act more like her old self soon.

Thanks a lot as always for reading and reviewing!