Hello everyone. Although this isn't the first fanfiction I've written, it is the first I'm publishing. If you have constructive criticism, I'd be glad to hear it. But if you're going to be a bitch, fuck off.

Now. This story starts basically right after the end of series 4, so spoiler alert. It's going to be short, I've already finished it, but I might change some things. You should expect 9 (really) short chapters or so.

Chapter 1

POV Katie

Cook had been gone for an hour when he came back, with blood on his shirt. We all jumped off our seats to see what he was up to. He looked pissed, and we'd soon discover how right he was to be.

"Your", he managed to say breathlessly, pointing at Effy, "your shrink, YOUR FUCKING SHRINK. He, he killed Freddie." He looked devastated but yet so pumped and angry, all at the same time. "You're lucky, he would have come after you, but I beat the shit out of him. Now, he won't bother you anymore." He said, before he sobered, looked at the floor and added, his voice stringing with apprehension at our reaction. "He's dead"

Then he started yelling incomprehensible things. And all we did, all we could do was stand there, shocked and took by surprise. Then the tension broke and everything fell apart. Karen made a muffled noise and left running. From the corner of my eye, I saw Effy fall down. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she was shaking slightly. Her eyes were closed and tears were falling from them.

I rushed to her and took her arms. For the next hour, I waited for her to calm down, but she kept whispering "It's my fault, I killed him." again and again. Her tears were soaking my shirt, but I didn't care. I just wanted, needed her to be okay.

POV Effy

I woke up not knowing where I was, nor why I was there. Then I remembered everything. In flashes. Cook barging in the shed, shouting and telling us about Freds' death. The tears began to flow, I felt guilty. I was guilty, for fuck's sake. The guy died for me. And even if I didn't love him like he loved me, I still cared about him.

I felt someone stir behind me and that's when I noticed an arm wrapped around me. I turned and saw Katie, still sleeping. She opened her eyes slowly as I trailed my fingertips lightly on her skin. Our eyes met and I got lost in her brown orbs. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a few minutes. I knew my tears were still apparent on my face and my hand was still touching her face.

She finally broke it off: "Hey", she whispered huskily.

"Hi", I answered, removing my finger from her soft skin.

"How are you feeling?" My heart melted at her soft tone and her concern-filled eyes.

"Not so good, actually."

She flashed me a knowing and sad little smile, and extended her hand to wipe what was left of my tears. I looked back at her and as I gazed into her brown eyes, I felt the same connection I'd felt earlier, the same spark of mutual understanding and liking I'd witnessed a thousand times before between us. From the first time we talked. It was simple, I liked her. And as we got to know each other more, I merely fell in love with her. With the amazing and perfect Katie Fucking Fitch.

POV Katie

For the second time that day, I found myself looking straight into her magnificent blue eyes. Our faces were inches apart and all I wanted to do was close the gap and kiss her. Are you dumb? I thought. Her bloody boyfriend just died! And you want to kiss her?

We were soon interrupted by the door opening slowly. My sister's head popped in and she told us:

"Hey, we made breakfast, if you want some."

She smiled sympathetically and disappeared.

"You hungry?" I asked Eff.

"Yeah, a bit. But," she started hesitantly, "where are we exactly?"

"We're at Naomi's. In one of her many rooms. We decided to all crash here last night after, well, after everything. We thought I'd be better to stay all together."

She nodded to herself. I stood up and, taking her hand, I helped her to get off the bed and up on her feet and we went downstairs.