Hey Everyone - you may have seen this over on LJ if you post there - but thought I'd give it a go here since I love a ton of the fics on here! :) Hope you like - I have 3 more chapters already written, and just working on the last bit so let me know what you think and I will post some more :) Thanks for reading!

Emily's POV

Emily was drunk. Or was well on her way to being drunk. She held the bottle with one hand, the other waving in the air to the beat of the music. She didn't know who was playing, and she didn't particularly care. She just wanted to drift away. She wanted the pain to stop, if only for one night.

When Thomas had given her the ticket to the club earlier that day, she wasn't sure she wanted to go out at all. Going out meant facing people, meant facing the world. She wasn't sure she was ready for that. But well – Thomas has that smile that is very hard to refuse. And maybe a night out would do her some good. Get her mind off things. Off her. (As if that were possible)

She had arrived before everyone else and was glad for it. It had given her a chance to just be herself. Someone she was just getting to know as she slowly climbed her way out of Katie's shadow. It was hard being twins. No one really got that. Or maybe it was just hard being the introverted twin. People just assumed that her and Katie were the best of friends and went on and on about how they wished they had a twin. Her mum kept saying it would get better, that in a few years time she would be so thankful for their closeness and the bond that few experience. She knew her mum was probably right, but was having a hard time believing it lately.

Emily had spent a few minutes flirting with the bartender so he would give her some free drinks. She learned a few things from Katie that were rather useful and while he was off serving another customer, she had grabbed the bottle of vodka from behind the counter and made her way to the dance floor. The live music was rather good and it was easy to get lost in the crowd around her. Before she knew it, half the bottle was gone and her hands were in the air and her body swayed gently with the rhythm. She ran a hand through her hair and took another swig. She felt the liquid burn down her throat but didn't care. For the first time in a long time she wasn't thinking about Naomi. Oh shit, she thought. Well, she hadn't been thinking about her.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she once again focused on the band. As she listened to the lyrics, to the eerie voice singing "You can go to sleep now baby, I've got the world outside", she wished someone would say that to her. She wanted few things more than to curl up in Naomi's arms while she told her it was okay, that Emily could sleep now.

Being with Naomi at the lake a few days prior had been the best time of her life so far. It had been awkward and full of "what do we do now" moments, but it had been perfect for Emily. Then later that night, the cat flap incident had given Emily so much hope. She'd thought that maybe Naomi was coming to terms with what was going on between them and would be ready for something real. They'd sat for hours before eventually drifting off, still holding hands through the door. However, when she awakened later that morning, the other girl was gone. She'd left a note that simply said: "Thank you." For what, Emily wasn't entirely sure. But the text she'd sent later that day had gone unanswered and she didn't want to push. Didn't want to mar whatever had transpired that night. Naomi had finally admitted that she did have feelings for her, but Emily could tell she was scared and confused.

Taking another long drink, she resigned herself to the beats once more and raised both hands in the air, jumping around with the crowd and forced herself to concentrate only on the music. She felt arms come around her and she closed her eyes wishing it was her. Maybe on this night, in this darkened club, Naomi would feel free enough to touch her this way. But she knew in her heart that this wasn't Naomi. The hands were too callous, too experienced to be Naomi's. As she turned her head she heard Cook say her name and she giggled in spite of herself. If she thought she was out of it, Cook was fucked out of his tree.

She felt his hands on her hips, sliding up to cup her breasts through her shirt and she decided not to care. She'd shown JJ earlier, what difference was it letting Cook feel her up? Besides – she was trying to forget everything. As she felt Cook's mouth on her neck, she closed her eyes and tried to think about anything except the way Naomi's lips had felt on the same spot only days before. She failed and lost herself in the memory.

Before she could fully relive the splendor of that night, she felt someone grab her free hand and drag her roughly away. Looking up at the owner of that hand, feeling angry that this person had ripped her away from her memories, her eyes were met with the most beautiful blue. The anger drained away as she faced the girl from her thoughts. She didn't look happy.

"Naomi," Emily said.