Tom was now the one with the aching head. He was standing outside the police station with an expression of bewilderment plastered over his face. Sam had dropped the charges against Ryan on the condition that he dropped the charges against Tom. She had placed herself in danger for him, and in return he had completely terrified her.

Zoe was standing by her car, staring at him expectantly. He was supposed to go home and hope that Sam had had the sense to go back there too, but after the declaration of love he just made that seemed like the last place she would go unless it was to grab her stuff and run a mile, however after one glance at the menacing look on Zoe's face he saw that he had no choice in the matter.

The journey to his house was in relative silence, save for a few low growls emitted by Zoe and a few worried sighs from Tom. When they pulled up outside Tom's house after what seemed like an age but in reality must only have been around ten minutes Zoe immediately got out of the car door and slammed it shut behind her, heading straight to Tom's doorway before glancing back at him impatiently to come and open it.

It turns out that Tom's assumption about how the only reason Sam would enter his house would be to leave was correct, as Sam was packing like a madwoman when Tom and Zoe stepped over the threshold of his house.

"Sam?" Zoe called uncertainly.

"What?" Sam replied coldly as she shoved several items of clothing haphazardly into a backpack.

"Where are you going to go?" Tom asked, taking a step forwards and placing a hand on hers to stop the hasty packing.

Sam pulled away quickly and continued packing for several seconds before answering, "Home."

"Sam you don't even know where home is." Tom countered as gently as he could.

Sam was starting to remind him of a spooked animal. She was fervently collecting up her nesting material and moving to another location before the big scary predator stopped her. With a pang he realized he was the big scary predator.

"She can take me." Sam said, jerking her head towards Zoe without looking up.

Tom looked to Zoe with a look of pleading, silently begging her to make Sam reconsider.

"That's fine, Sam. We'll go when you're ready."

Following a couple of minute's awkward silence as Sam continued to bundle up her clothes she finally moved out of the room and Tom rounded on Zoe.

"What the hell?!" Tom hissed.

"Tom I think you've done enough damage." Zoe replied in a voice which Tom read as both a warning and anger.

"Damage? I know my timing was crap but... but she kissed me! It's not like I hurt her!"

Zoe looked about ready to blow up then and there.

"Didn't hurt her? Tom are you blind? She's recovering form losing her memory and now the one person she thinks she can trust is telling her that he loves her! She's got a lot going on at the moment and now she has one more thing added to the chaos in her head!" Zoe hissed.

"I didn't mean to… i-it just came out…" Tom replied, at as loss for what to say.

At that moment Sam re entered the room and without making eye contact with Tom headed towards the door. When Zoe didn't follow she made an impatient snarling noise.

"Sam?" Tom called as she and Zoe walked out of the door.

"What?" She called back in an unreadable voice.

"I-I'm sorry." Tom said, defeated.

"Just… Just leave me alone."

With that the door swung shut, leaving Tom in an empty house for the first time in a long time.

Tom knew exactly how to relieve the tension in his shoulders and his aching heart. He walked in to the kitchen in a daze and opened several cupboards before he found the one that contained the half drunk bottle of vodka he was looking for.

After rooting around in draws and cupboards for a glass with his free hand and failing to find one he headed back to the living room and collapsed on the couch, taking a large swig from the bottle and cringing as it stung his throat as he did so.

After a few more mouthfuls he was beginning to feel his worries slip away, along with his sobriety. Words and images swam around his thoughts like a shoal of fish, most of the images being of him and Sam before they broke up, others of Zoe staring at him menacingly and looking furious about the timing of his declaration of love.

"'am." Tom mumbled before giggling.

He had tried to say Sam but instead had ended up slurring something that sounded like 'ham'. His voice must be just as messed up as his head, he reasoned with another giggle at that.

One last ounce of sobriety reminded him that he never giggled, and so instead he tried a hearty laugh which reminded him of a sailor or a pirate after reaching their destination or coming across a haul of fish. He giggled at the fact he appeared to have fish on the brain.

The goofy smile that had been plastered on his face slipped slightly as she remembered why he had been drinking in the first place. It slipped further still as he was reminded of the jail cell.

"Sam…" Was the last thing he said before drifting into a drunken sleep.

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