Tom had had his arm around Sam since her nightmare in the early hours of the morning. It was now almost midday. He couldn't bear leaving her, not after she had given him a blow by blow account of what had happened in the ED seconds before her whole life had been changed, and especially since he had deserted her after she had promised to turn herself in if she found that she had any part in the hospital blowing up. Keeping his arm around her was all he could do to stop her from walking straight into the nearest police station.

She had cried for a while, which had made Tom feel awkward but he didn't back away. It was moments like that what made him realize how little he knew about Sam now that she had lost every memory which made her the person he knew and cared for. She wasn't the same. The Sam he knew would never have cried.

Just as the clock struck midday she finally stood up. She seemed shaky on her feet, so Tom immediately stood up and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want something to eat?" Tom asked gently with a small smile.

"I... Yeah." Sam replied, shrugging off his hand.

"Good. Come on then." He quipped, guiding her towards the kitchen.

"I think you're more than capable of throwing some jam on a slice of toast." Sam said with an amused tone as she was shepherded towards the kitchen.

"True… just like you're more than capable of running straight out of the door as soon as my back is turned." Tom replied, giving her another shove in the back with his good arm.

Sam half smiled, despite the tears streaks running down her face. They prepared the jam on toast in silence, Sam taking a plate out of a cupboard that hadn't been opened in around six months and washing it with a slight cringe. Tom watched her in silence for a few seconds, warranting a confused stare from Sam as she placed a couple of pieces of toast in the toaster and picked up the plate again.

"Am I thinking too loudly for you?"

"No... I'm just thinking," Tom replied, "You don't know anything about yourself."

"Well yeah. That's sort of what losing your memory means Dr Kent." Sam replied with another amused tone.

"No I know… I mean you've only heard things about yourself. You heard that you killed someone, married someone that you currently hate and went against your mother's wishes and joined the army as a medic. But what you don't know is who you are." Tom said, moving a little closer to her.

"I'm not following." Sam replied, putting the plate next to the sink and turning around to stare at him.

"You know things... events in your life. What you don't know is what kind of person they made you. You don't that you were a team player at Holby ED, and you cared about your colleagues. I don't see you doing anything to harm them. You sometimes are a little headstrong and reckless, bit you have a big heart and you always put your patents first. I don't see you doing anything to harm them, either." Tom said, taking her hand.

Sam quickly pulled her hand out of his own and backed away. "Well clearly something went wrong somewhere. I know what I saw."

"Yes, you know what you saw in your flashback and you were able to describe it to me in frightening detail. But how you interpret what happened in your dream changes who you think you are. Yes, I did tell you that you've been acting a little differently recently but I don't think you could have lived with yourself if someone had come to harm because of something you did."

"Then what do you think happened?" Sam asked, staring at him with a steely glint in her eye that Tom was used to seeing in the ED.

"I don't know. But I'm going to make you a deal." Tom said, placing his hands into his pockets and looking down at her with a smile.

"What?" Sam said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"We figure this thing out together. You stay with me, here, and we work on getting your memory back and finding out what happened that day."

"Aside from a headache, what do I get out of this deal?" Sam said with a frown.

"A place to stay and possibly a very good reason not to hand yourself into the police." Tom replied with a grin.

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll stay."

"Good! Oh and Sam?" Tom said, stifling a laugh

"Yeah?"

"Your toast is burning."

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