Hello! This is my first casualty story, and I decided to write it about Sam and Tom. I think they are a really cute pair, and I think Dylan should get with Zoe… This should be a multi chapter fic, but school is calling. I have two TWO HOUR maths exams next week. TWO. Plus many controlled assessments and such so the updates may take a while… But enough of me. This is what I think would have happened after last nights episode.

"My place…" Tom read the text, and immediately a cheeky smile graced his face. He quickly replied asking what time he should go over, and the reply he got was

"Just come over when you're ready ;)". By this point he had reached his house. He unlocked his door, dumped his bag on the floor and ran upstairs. Taking two steps at a time. He entered his bedroom, and opened his wardrobe door.

"What do I wear?" He thought, not entirely sure whether he said those words or not. He pulled shirt after shirt out of his cupboard, before finally deciding on a light blue t-shirt with a pair of jeans. He then had a quick shower, before dabbing on some aftershave and running back downstairs. He looked around his kitchen, before grabbing a bottle of wine and heading back out of the door. He sent her a quick text,

"On my way." and started the engine.

"On my way." Sam looked at her phone. She was halfway through tidying her living room up. Picking up mugs and old magazines she dumped them in the kitchen, deciding to worry about them tomorrow. She ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Not one for wearing much makeup she just added a little mascara to her lashes before brushing her hair. Finally satisfied, she went back to the living room and sat on the sofa. She switched the TV on and put a music channel on. A decision she regretted, as all it played was chart stuff. So she went to her stereo and put a CD in instead.

"That's better…" She sighed as Oasis started playing.

Sam jumped as she heard the door bell. Her tummy did a bit of a flip, although she wasn't entirely sure why. They had been in this situation before hadn't they? Although I suppose the two bottles of wine had helped that… She arose from the sofa and went to answer the door.

"Dr Nicholls." Tom said, with a little nod.

"Dr Kent." Sam mimicked. Noticing the bottle of wine in his hand she asked "Is that for me? How kind." She turned in her hallway and walked through to the living room.

"Make yourself at home, I'll just grab some glasses." Sam said, gesturing to the sofa. Tom walked in, and smiled at the music choice. Oasis! He lowered himself onto the sofa, put his feet on the little coffee table, leant his head back and closed his eyes. As Sam re-entered she had to stifle a laugh at the scene before her. Shaking her head slightly she sat next to him. This caused his eyes to open and smile at her. Sam grabbed the bottle of wine and poured two rather large glasses.

"Thanks." Tom smiled, accepting the glass and taking a long sip. "Good music."

"Don't tell me you are an Oasis fan too? Do you know how rare a find they are?" She asked, a little surprised.

"Well, I'm sure there's much more about me that is surprising…" He replied, that cheeky smile back on his face.

"Then I guess, here's to getting to know you better." Sam toasted, as they clinked glasses. "Oh, you'll never guess who I saw on my way home."

"Oooh, Mcfly? Lawson? Oasis?" He asked, loving the wound up look on her face.

"Yeah… I heard Mcfly loves it around these parts… No. I saw Dylan on his date!" She said with a little triumphant nod.

"Dr Keogh on a date?" He asked a little surprised. Sam nodded. "And are you okay with that?" Tom said, looking her right in the eye.

"Yeah. It's about time he moved on. I have, and I found it really awkward around him for a while. But hopefully now we can both get on with our lives, without crashing into each other." She said thoughtfully. Sam picked her legs up from the floor and tucked them under her bum. Tom watched her do this admiringly. She really was absolutely beautiful. In the next few hours that passed, another bottle of wine was consumed, and they were both enthralled in a very exhilarating air guitar competition.

"Come on Tom! You can do better than that." Sam said, whipping her hair around, and jumping up and down on the sofa. Tom was laughing to hard to do anything, and ended up in a heap on the floor.

"I need a drink!" He laughed, struggling to say a whole sentence without bursting into laughter. Just as Sam settled back down on the sofa he reached for the bottle.

"Ah only one glass left… You know what this means." He teased.

"Rock paper scissors!" They both yelled at the same time. Readying themselves they positioned themselves facing each other.

"Okay." Sam said, the look of pure concentration on her face.

"One, Two, Three." They both exclaimed.

"Oh yeah! Scissor cuts paper! Loser!" Sam yelled punching her hand in the air.

"Okay, okay, best of three." Tom said.

"One, Two, Three."

"LOSER! I am Champion! Paper beats rock… In your face!" Sam jumped in the air and took a bow.

"See I've never understood that. How can paper beat rock? If you chuck a rock at a bit of paper, the paper doesn't destroy it." He asked.

"Noooo, you see the rock is very angry, and the paper gives it a hug. Say If I'm the paper, and you're the rock. You're angry, so I would throw my arms around you like this." She explained, demonstrating as she did so. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she squeezed him tight. Laughing Tom replied

"Ah, but you didn't take into account the fact that Mr Rock has grown arms so he can tickle you until you admit defeat." Quickly turning he tickled her waist. She squealed and slid down on the sofa until she was lying flat. Tom tickled and tickled, until he finally heard the words.

"Okay, OKAY! Mercy!" She begged between giggles.

"And that is how it's done." Tom said, raising his eyebrows at her. As their eyes met, the atmosphere in the room changed as quick as a light switch. From fun and flirty, to serious and passionate. Tom took her hand and pulled her into a sitting position. Without taking her eyes off of him, Sam placed her hands on his cheeks. Tom had his hands on her waist, slowly caressing it. Slowly they edged closer together until their lips were millimetres apart. Marvelling at the happiness they were both feeling, the hesitated for a moment before giving in. Their lips met, slowly at first before growing more passionate. Without saying a word, or breaking the kiss, Sam got up, and guided Tom into the hallway, down the corridor and into the bedroom. Tom kicked the door shut with his foot, not even trying to contain the smile on his face.

"You are so beautiful." He said stroking her cheek. Sam smiled shyly. They weren't as drunk as last time. Somehow it was much better. Tom's eyes looked over her body and raised his lips to her forehead. She rested her head on his chest and they grew familiar with each other. Soon the passion was back, and the kisses grew longer than before…

Thanks for reading! I already know what's going to happen in the next chapter, I just need to find the time to write it! Please review! They make me smile lots!