The police officer Zoe had called was staring at her like she was either demented or insane. Her eyes were wide, and her lips formed a comical 'O' shape. Sam admitted her plan was a little extreme, but it was the only thing she could think of to get Tom out of jail.

"So let me get this straight. You want to drop the charges against the man who could have seriously hurt you to get your friend out? What if he comes after you?" The police officer exclaimed.

"Believe me, Tom won't let him." Sam replied confidently.

Zoe had gone to the police station to fill in Tom on Sam's condition, and tell him her plan. Sam was fully aware Tom was going to hate it but the didn't care. It was her fault he was sitting in a jail cell right now. If she hadn't decided to spend that £20 note she found on alcohol in a dodgy bar or kiss Tom then none of this would have happened.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" The police officer asked warily.

"What's your name?" Sam suddenly demanded.

"Lucy. Why?" She asked, confused.

"Do you have friends who would stick by you through anything, Lucy?"

"Well I-"

"That's who Tom is to me. He's my best friend and it's my stupid fault he's currently in one of your cells so if getting him out means putting me in harms way then so be it." Sam replied confidently.

"…Fine. We'll wait until you're discharged and-"

"I'm discharging myself."

"ugh! Just don't collapse on my watch, ok?"

…

The journey to the police station was quick, as it was only a few minutes away from ST James hospital. Sam sat in the car with Lucy in silence, staring out of the window and trying to memorize the landmarks. In a passing thought she realized this was becoming her pastime while sitting in cars.

As soon as Lucy pulled up outside the police station Sam was out of the car and running full pelt towards the entrance. She shoved several awaiting people out of the way in her quest to reach reception as quickly as possible, leaving Lucy to apologize to them as she attempted to keep up with Sam.

"I want to drop the charges against Ryan." Sam shouted in a fluster before realizing that she didn't know her would be attacker's real name.

"Excuse me there were about ten people ahead of you and I have no idea who Ryan is," The receptionist replied angrily.

"Don't worry she's with me. I've got this." Lucy said authoritatively as she grabbed Sam by her upper arm and pulled through a door to the left of reception.

She found herself being led through what felt like several hundred doors and corridors until they finally ended up in a shabby looking interview room.

"Sit here." Lucy instructed.

Sam did as she was told, and after Lucy retreated out of the door she came through she found herself alone for a few minutes. After a few moments of daydreaming the door reopened and Tom, accompanied by Lucy and Zoe stepped inside.

"Zoe told me everything." Tom said in an unreadable tone.

"And... what do you think? It may get you out of here," Sam said forcefully, fully aware that that unreadable tone most likely meant that he didn't like the idea one bit.

"Do you have any idea how much danger your putting yourself in?" Tom blurted out after a moment's silence.

"Yes, but you'll be there, and so will Zoe. I'll be fine." Sam said calmly.

"I'll be there until you run away again." Tom said pointedly, "I can protect you, sure, but if you run away again you're going to be a target for 'Ryan' once more, or someone far worse than him."

"I won't run away then." Sam replied.

"You can't promise that."

"Yes I can."

"No, you really can't." Tom said forcefully.

"And why's that?" Sam demanded, her temper beginning to rise, "Tom I'm trying to help you here! Do you really want to be wrapped around this arse's finger for the foreseeable future? He's got you because I can't remember what happened, and I doubt I ever will!"

"Just like the rest of your memory?" Tom asked, his eyes boring deep into hers.

"W-what?" Sam said, taken aback.

"Just like your memory of the last ten years is gone? The fact is Sam every time I need you to remember something, anything, you don't! I need you to remember me, not just what you've learned about me since you woke up after the explosion but everything! I need you to remember us! I told you that we dated when you first woke up but the truth is I didn't tell you everything. I fell in love with you, and I'm still in love with you! I-"

Sam had heard enough. Her legs had carried her out of the door and down a corridor as soon as Tom had said he's in love with her.

"What were you thinking?!" Zoe hissed, "I told you to persuade her out of the idea, not scare her half to death?"

"I…" Tom said, almost lost for words, "I don't know…"

…

Happy birthday Cholitam! I hope you have a great day!