OPINION: The majority of us will agree Skins Fire did not end the way we hoped. Rather than follow the trend of a happier ending for Naomily, I've gone for a different aspect, as a one-shot edition, but split into some small chapters. This story is set for January 2014. This is as Skins for Gen 2 finished in 2010, and allows for the three-year University gap.
I'm not great at writing fanfiction pieces, and this is my first crack at it for around three years, so apologises if it really isn't good, but I've done my best and given it a go.
BACKGROUND: Naomi has just received the news that the radiotherapy treatment to cure her cancer hasn't gone well, and chemotherapy is the only way to go. She needs to confide in someone, and a chance meeting in London with a close former affiliate is the perfect tonic. And you get to find out where Katie Fitch has ended up since the end of S4.
Naomi Campbell is in a real mess. She exits the hospital looking shell-shocked. Arriving earlier in the day, she had hoped for a more positive outcome. The doctor's news that the radiotherapy treatment hadn't worked out is a body blow. She didn't like this treatment, and the only viable option seems to be chemotherapy. For the first time in her life, she feels shit scared. Yes, there were A Level results, declaring her love for Emily in the shed three years ago, even the shock diagnosis to begin with, but she had believed she would always beat the battle. Now she doesn't know if she will. With her girlfriend in New York working hard on her photography internship and Effy simply no help, busy fucking her boss multiple times – she needed to confide in someone but whom? Her answer is about to be revealed.
She keeps walking into town in a straight line, without looking up at anything or anyone. Naomi bumps into people, just normal everyday citizens going about their business, with mutterings of 'silly cow' and 'stupid bitch.' It is all accidental, but she seems to be in a complete daze as she heads back to the apartment she lives in rent free.
A few minutes away, she almost walks into a lamppost, and then bumps into another person, but this time, the individual is not impressed at all.
"Watch were you are going you fucking loser?" She yelled.
This was one jibe too many for Naomi, who turned around and launched her own tirade back, not paying attention to the identity of the stranger.
"Just like all the other clowns and turds in this fucking crap city, aren't you?" At this point, she paused and realised that wasn't the right thing to say when this might be the person she needs to sort her life out.
"Hi Naomi, you're still sounding like a sarcastic bitch then. See nothing's changed with you." She said.
"Hi Katie, wow you're still looking as fake and tarty as usual." Naomi responded.
"Babe, I don't mean to offend you but you look like you've just seen a fucking ghost, what's up?" Katie replied, her facial expression changing from one of general sarcasm, to one of actual real genuine concern when Naomi started crying right infront of her.
This was unlike Naomi, especially infront of Katie. Despite the connection with Emily, Naomi hadn't seen Katie since just before she left for Goa with Emily three years earlier. Normally, they would get a kick out of trading insults, or attempting to outdo one another with a nomination for sarcastic comment of the year. This was different.
"I didn't want to do this to her. I just can't do it again." Naomi managed to speak in-between the tears that were flying down her cheeks.
Usually, Katie would respond with either another comment, or a slap but this was a different Katie, one who still had traits of her old self, but had turned over a new leaf, especially going into second year at college. She pulled Naomi into a warm hug, and Naomi accepted the gesture. She needed it. After all, the only use Effy was to her at the moment was paying for her to stay in London. Whenever Naomi had called on the phone, or wanted her flatmate to spend time with her, she was either amassed in spreadsheets or getting comfy between the sheets with her money-grabbing boss Jake. Katie came out of the hug, and wiped Naomi's tears away. She wanted to help, but was a bit busy at the moment.
"Naomi, I'm afraid I'm running late for a meeting, but I'm staying over in London for a few days. We'll catch up while I'm here and you can tell me what's wrong." Katie confessed, feeling slightly glum that she'd seen the usual ice queen like this.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Naomi replied, a bit perplexed by Katie's niceness towards her.
"Naomi, you're a bitch – but your Emily's bitch and any problem you have is a Fitch problem too. Bitch Fitch – there could be a clothing line in there." Katie said.
The last part of the comment made Naomi smile, and it was the first time she felt like smiling since Emily left for the airport for her latest stint in the States a fortnight ago.
"I'll text you when I'm free. And I do want to help – unless you've licked fanny again." Katie finished by saying.
"No it's not that." Naomi replied forcefully.
Katie turned away; she was super late for her meeting. Then she got a shoutout from Naomi.
"Katie, please text me soon." Naomi called out.
Katie smiled and nodded and headed in the direction of Canary Wharf. It was amazing to find out how successful she had become.
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