A/N- I HATE NAMING THINGS

Soo here we go, New story time!

i'm posting this now because i'm SERIOUSLY struggling with the OSAAT epilogue and i don't want you guys to think i like died or forgot about you or anything. I'm still here, i'm TRYING to figure out what to put in the epilogue, and i'm also 18k words into writing this tale which i hope you'll all enjoy.

Anywho, on with it yeah? This one is canon until the lake scene, and then it goes all AU on us and starts off six years after that lovely scene.

So, go ahead, read it, love it, hate it, do whatever you feel like I don't care. (but please love it cause that would make me a happy Morgan :)) just so you know.. the first time I typed my name right there I spelled it wrong...

Okay then.

OH and this is going to be alternating POV's just so ya know :)

Disclaimer: I STILL DON'T OWN SKINS DAMNIT

NAOMI

"'scuse me, sorry," I said, pushing my way through the large crowd of people trying to enter and exit the train station. When my friendly approach failed to work for a group of dirty men who thought it appropriate to stop walking in the middle of the walkway, I changed my expression to my best Campbell glare(patent pending) and forcefully shoved my way through them, "can you please get the fuck out of my way?" I said loudly when another guy stepped in front of me. He turned around to glare at me, before probably thinking better of it and stepping to the side.

I pushed the rest of my way through the crowd and sighed in relief when I finally made it onto the platform where the train would be arriving shortly. I walked over to my usual bench and pulled my phone out as I sat down. My already irritable mood only worsened when I saw a text message flashing on the screen.

James

Hey blondie, trains running a bit late, be there shortly.

I groaned in frustration and shoved my phone back into my pocket. Stupid fucking train never seemed to work in my favour. In an attempt to calm myself down, and make the time go faster, I decided to people watch. I did that more often than I'd like to admit, but I almost couldn't help myself. I loved watching little parts of peoples lives, wondering what they were doing, where they were going, or what brought them to where they were.

A balding man caught my eye. He was chasing after a clearly distressed woman, an annoyed but affectionate look on his face. He caught up to her just as she was about to walk into the toilets and grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him. An argument ensued, probably about him being a prick judging by the anger in the woman's face and the amount of hand gestures she was using. She looked about ready to hit him, but then he said something and her expression softened the slightest bit. Just as he lifted his arm to caress her face, a shock of bright red hair walking out of the door behind them caught my eye. My heart stalled in my chest, I hadn't seen hair like that since I was sixteen. Dread and hope simultaneously washed through my body, fighting to tell my brain what it should be thinking. Hope won out, and I found myself craning my neck to get a better look, praying that it was the girl I had longed to see for almost six years.

The redhead looked to her right for a few moments before turning and walking toward me. I froze in place, unable to even smile, as I watched those familiar brown eyes searching the corridor. I never thought I'd see them again, and I surely didn't expect to forget how to breathe if I did.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked the same, yet different completely. Her hair was even brighter than it had been back then, and she had her fringe swept to the side instead of straight across her forehead. She still had the same perfect skin and eyes full of warmth, but she looked older, more mature. And if it was possible, even more beautiful than she had in college.

She was walking my direction, but was still at least twenty meters away and hadn't yet noticed me. I wondered if she would recognise me. My hair was still blonde, but it was longer, and though I didn't look old, I looked different than I had last time I saw her. More like the adult I had become. I was too busy wondering about what she might think of me to realise that her eyes had locked with mine. She was frozen in the corridor, staring at me, and neither of us could look away.

After a few agonising moments, with a million different emotions flashing through those brown eyes, she slowly moved toward me, her posture cautions and her expression weary.

"Naomi?" She asked, her voice as husky as ever. It sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded my head and stood up, knowing I wouldn't be able to get a word out of my mouth. I watched as her eyes roamed over my face, then down my body before settling back on my own. She wasn't perving, just more or less trying to figure out if I was really there.

"In the flesh," I finally managed to choke out, giving her a small smile, "I never thought I'd see you back in Bristol," I said after a few moments of awkward silence, she nodded her head, brow furrowed.

"Never really planned on coming back," She replied, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, "What are you doing here? Visiting your mum?"

"Ah no," I said, "I live here."

"Oh, I thought you would have been out of here and off to save the world by now."

"Yeah well," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck as I started to feel uncomfortable, "you know, life happened and all."

She smiled weakly and nodded, my heart jumped in my chest. I didn't know what it was about her, but with one smile she already had me wanting to do anything I could to see it again.

"So what brings you to this glorious city?" I asked when she started looking like she was going to run away. I didn't care what we talked about, but I seeing her at all felt too good to be true, I wasn't ready to let her leave yet.

"Katie doesn't really have room for me anymore so I came to live with my parents."

"Your parents live here?"

"Yeah, they moved back when James went to Uni last autumn."

I nodded my head, "I never would have pegged you as one to stay home with mum and dad. I always imagined you'd be exploring the world as soon as you got the chance."

"I did for a while actually, went all over Europe and Asia. But that got expensive, and now I've got no money, no job, and no house, so I figured I'd settle down and start growing up."

"Suppose everyone has to eventually right?" She chuckled and nodded before her expression went serious. I could tell she wanted to say something, and she opened her mouth to speak before quickly shutting it and moving her eyes to look at some random object behind me instead of at my face.

"What have you been doing the last, what is it now, five years?" She asked, "Go off to uni? Travel the world? Fall in love?" I scoffed and looked down at my feet.

"None of the above," I sighed, "lived with mum until I was twenty-one, and been working in a law firm for the past year and a half."

"Lawyer eh?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. I laughed and shook my head.

"Secretary," I clarified, "Not much more I can do with my sever lack of higher education."

"What, you didn't go to uni? At all?" I shook my head and her eyes widened, "Wow, I really thought you'd be the first one of us too hightail it out of here. You always seemed so eager to go."

"I was."

"Then why didn't you?"

I opened my mouth, about to explain to her the path I never thought my life would take, when an excited high pitched voice broke through the noise of the station.

"Mummy!" A small girl shouted. I looked behind Emily, a smile immediately forming on my face when I spotted the small four year old girl running toward us. She had a small yellow rucksack falling off of her shoulders and her bleach blonde hair was blowing behind her. The smile on her pink lips lit up her entire face, anybody who looked at her wouldn't have a choice but to smile in return.

"Life sort of had a different plan for me," I said as Emily followed my gaze to the little girl. Her eyes widened as the child reached me and immediately launched herself into my arms. I kissed her pale cheek as I lifted her up and she giggled as she hooked her arms around my neck, "Emily," I said finally, "this is Ava," I kissed the little girl's cheek again and she turned to acknowledge Emily, "my daughter."

So there we have it, i know some of you won't like it because it's got a mininaomi in it, but i miss my goddaughter, and writing this has been a sort of cathartic release for me, soooooooo sorry not sorry.

Let me know what you all think, don't worry, i won't be offended if you don't want to read it :)

Oh, and the first few chaps are on the shorter side, they might all be. idk. sorry but that's just how it works out with the whole switching POV thing

so.. thoughts?