Sam was fuming. There was no other way to describe her mood. She and Tom drove back to his house in silence, every attempt Tom made at light conversation only irritating her further. She didn't want to talk, and she definitely didn't want another session with that psychiatrist.
When they finally pulled up outside Tom's house Sam got out of the car immediately and stormed up the pathway, waiting by the door for him to produce the key. Though he had given her a spare she rarely used it as he always had his key on him anyway.
As soon as the door was unlocked Sam headed straight for the bathroom, intending to lock herself in there for a few hours and get her head together, both Tom stepped ahead of her and blocked her entrance.
"Move. Now." Sam commanded as she tried to shove him out of the way.
"No," Tom replied simply, "Because we both know if I move away from this door then all you're going to do is lock yourself in there and come out in a few hours, refusing to tell me anything."
Sam stared at him for several seconds before answering, "Trust me, you do NOT want to be around the mood I'm in right now."
"Trust me," Tom countered, "You do not want to try my patience right now. Go downstairs and sit in the living room. We can talk there"
Sam stared at him for a long moment. She wanted to rush into that bathroom and be alone, but she knew that there was no way Tom was going to allow that, and even if she did get past him and inside he'd probably bang on the door and order her to come out until she did.
With a sigh Sam reluctantly trudged down the stairs, coming to a halt at the sofa before throwing herself down on to it. Tom joined her a few seconds later, sitting a polite distance away on the same settee.
"So?" Tom prompted after a couple of minutes of silence.
"So what?" Sam quipped back.
"What's the matter?" Tom asked, "What happened in the psychiatrist's office?"
Sam sighed before answering, "He just said some things I didn't really want to hear, that's all."
"What? Like you may not get all your memory back?" Tom asked in a worried Tone.
"No. Actually he's fairly certain that at some point I'll regain all my memory. Its just…" Sam trailed off with a frown.
"Its just what?" Tom prompted.
"I told him about what I remember so far and he said that memory loss cases like mine are often more about the person's desire to remember than the actual act of remembering things. I asked him what he was trying to say and he replied with he thinks I don't want to remember." Sam said with a frown.
"I can see why that upset you." Tom said after a brief pause.
"I mean of course I want my memory back!" Sam exclaimed, rising to her feet and beginning to pace.
"Did he say anything after he told you you don't want to remember?" Tom asked with a frown on his face.
"No. That's when I got up and left," Sam replied, "You... you don't think he's right, do you?"
"Sam I…. I do wonder if there is some truth to it." Tom admitted, staring up at her now she was standing in front of him.
"Why?" Sam demanded.
"Sam… you can't have forgotten that you had doubts about remembering everything after you discovered your mother had died of cancer and you shot someone-"
"-murdered someone-" Sam interjected.
"-So I'm wondering if your psychiatrist came to that conclusion based on what you said." Tom finished, choosing to ignore the interruption.
"But... but that was before." Sam replied simply as she sat back down.
"Before what?"
"Before I figured out that my memory was the key to figuring out what happened to the hospital. I wanted to remember when you hypnotised me. I needed to remember." Sam said in a detmined voice.
"But you only wanted to remember to figure out if you were the bomber or not." Tom said slowly.
"You're wrong. Before I left the hospital Charlie had tried to stop me by not giving me the address to my home. I.. remember wishing that I could remember my life, so I could go without nhaving to ask someone where places that I should know were. Then I wished that again when the taxi took me part way to the crash site. I tried to remember what the places I was travelling around looked like because I wanted to. I want to remember." Sam said calmly.
"You really do want to remember… but you didn't tell your psychiatrist any of this, did you?" Tom asked, placing a hand gingerly on her shoulder.
Sam shook her head before replying, "He came to the conclusion that I didn't want to remember because of all the trauma I now knew about."
"But Sam… spoke a lot about places you want to remember, but what about all those memories you have of the last 10 years? You still have a lot of gaps and I can't tell you everything that fits in them."
Sam took a moment before replying. Tom had briefly mentioned they dated for a while when she kept calling him a boy toy. What if…?
"We dated for a while, right?" Sam asked, looking for confirmation.
"Yeah…" Tom said slowly, narrowing his eyes, "What are you-"
Sam silenced him by reaching up and pressing her lips to his.
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I think some of you are going to kill me for that cliff hanger…. :P
Cholitam: Unfortunately I go back to school this Wednesday so that's where I'm going to have leave the daily updates… but how about this: normally when I'm at school I confine my updates to the weekends but I'll update on the 19th especially for your birthday, and thanks for reading this story from the start! :)
It would be great if you could leave another review to see if you like that idea! :)