A/N: Okay, this is my attempt at writing! At the insistent urgings of GloryMorgan and garden-nomes, I'm giving it a go. I've also gotta give shout outs to Crevette, SkinsFanatic, Michelle1017, jaybonesss23, mynameislizzie and the ever B/A scriptmanip...Any typos and grammatical errors are all mine!

Disclaimer: I do not own Skins in any way, shape or form. But you probably already know that;) but if I did...

Chapter 1: Meet the Fitches

"Come on!" Was shouted, loudly across the training facility. "You're not even trying!"

Every head turned to look at the imposing woman standing at the side of court three. She stood tall and straight, as the two players stopped what they were doing, to come to the net and wait for her instructions.

"I don't know how many times I have to explain to you that you have to compensate for your small statures, by being faster, working harder and by just being better than everyone else." She barked out, shaking her head. "I didn't work this hard to watch the two of you fail now!" With that, Jenna Fitch stormed away from the court, leaving her bewildered and slightly embarrassed daughters staring after her.

"Fucks sake! You'd think now that we're older, she'd stop yelling at us in public." The oldest, Katie, said under her breath, for only her sister to hear.

"Right, and give up her control?" the youngest, Emily, replied looking at Katie. "You know that's why she does it."

"I know you're right, but Mum is a total bitch!" Katie spat out, as she gathered her equipment and stuffed her racquets into her bag. "I'm gonna go back to the house." She looked at her sister when she didn't get a response. Emily was just standing there, looking at something across the facility. "Emily? Hello? Snap out of it, you fuckin' twat!" Katie waved her hand in front of Emily, finally getting her attention.

"What?" Emily asked, making Katie laugh.

"You're starting to drool." Katie stated with a smirk. "Really, Emsy? Checking out the competition?"

Emily grinned at her. "I'm just looking, is all." She said, innocently, before breaking out into laughter.

"Yeah, well make sure that's all you do." Katie told her. "This is our shot at Wimbledon, and I'm not gonna watch you blow it, just because you can't keep it in your knickers!" She stood up and looked at her twin sister. "And besides, if Mum ever finds out, she'll totally freak out."

"Yes Katie, I know. No need to remind me." Emily muttered as she grabbed her own equipment and her stuff.

Both girls headed into the main building, away from the practice courts, in silence. Neither girl noticed the looks that received from the people around them. They had gotten used to people staring at them years ago. Once the novelty of them being twins wore off, people started to see them as two different people, instead of one person. The similarities ended at their physical attributes. While both of them were natural brunettes, Emily had taken it upon herself to dye her hair red. It was her small way of breaking away from the stigma of being Katie's sister.

Katie and Emily Fitch had been playing tennis since the first time Emily had picked up one of her mum's racquets and hit Katie upside the head with it, for taking her football away from her. Their parents immediately enrolled them into tennis lessons at the tender age of six, all because of Emily's powerful backhand that left string impressions on Katie's face for three days. For the last fifteen years, the Fitch twins have slowly made a name for themselves under their mother's watchful eyes.

They had grown up stronger than most girls their age, but it's not that they were overly muscular. They had definitely benefited from their dad's gym. Jenna had pushed them hard to be the best, not even stopping for a minute to see if that's what her daughters wanted. In the Fitch household, it's Jenna's way or no way.

Jenna had been a rising star in the tennis world herself when she was younger. At nineteen, she had won her first Grand Slam, the Australian Open and was ranked at number five in the world. She had made it to the finals at the French Open, when her tennis career ended tragically.

Jenna ended up in a tough match against the number one ranked player to decide the Women's Champion, when she over extended herself trying to return a volley, landing just right to break her arm in four places, dislocating her shoulder and shattering her collarbone. It had taken two years until everything was completely healed, but Jenna worked hard trying to keep her dreams alive. During that time, she had started working with a young trainer to help get her back into form.

Robert Fitch had taken over his fathers' gym when he was twenty-five. He had big plans for the gym, turning it into the place to go to for sports training. When Jenna came to him for help, he agreed because he remembered how good she once was. At one time, she was slated to win the Women's Wimbledon Championship.

After months of working together, the two fell in love and got married. Jenna tried to get back into the sport, but was unable to perform as she did before the accident. At first she was heartbroken that her career was over, but then she found out she was pregnant. When Katie and Emily came into the world, Jenna's life changed. She found that she couldn't be angry or bitter about what had happened, because without the accident, she wouldn't have Rob and the twins and Jenna realised that she was okay with life just as it was.

Once the girls were old enough, they started entering Junior's tournaments. Katie and Emily were an excellent doubles team. They complemented each other on the court, but it was in the single competitions, that Emily was able to outshine Katie, causing a bit of friction between the girls.

When they turned fifteen, Katie discovered two very important things. The first thing being the fact that her and Emily would never grow past 5'3, making it that much harder to compete against some of the more elevated girls. And the second thing being that her sister was well on her way to becoming a walking cliché! Really Emsy? As if Katie didn't notice Emily, when she would check out the other girls in the locker rooms.

Katie called Emily out on her sexuality when they turned sixteen. They had decided to take themselves out, so they snuck into a club, ordered their first drinks and proceeded to get royally pissed. Somewhere around the tenth shot, Katie finally plucked up the courage to ask Emily about it.

"So Emsy, are you like, a full on muff monkey?" Katie, so delicately asked, causing Emily to spew her shot of very expensive tequila, all over the table.

Emily's eyes went wide as she looked at her sister. "What?" she finally blurted out. "Where did you get an idea like that?" she asked, nervously.

"Like I wouldn't notice?" Katie scoffed as she flagged down a waitress. After ordering a ridiculous amount of vodka shots, because they were cheaper than the tequila, and getting a towel to wipe off the table, she looked her sister in the eye. "I can tell, Emily." She said and watched as Emily broke into tears. Katie just held her and let her cry.

Emily confessed everything to Katie that night. Which hadn't been as bad as Emily thought it would be. The older twin was surprisingly accepting of it. They both agreed that it was something they wouldn't mention to their mum just yet because, if the truth be told, Jenna would freak the fuck out!

Emily and Katie were deep into a discussion about how to approach their mum about the upcoming Eastbourne International tournament, as they entered through the gate that led up to their house, they ran into their dad.

"There's my beautiful girls!" He enveloped them into one of his "Fitch Hugs", effectively squishing the air from their lungs.

"Dad! Can't…breath.." Emily gasped out, making him release them. "Thanks Dad. I thought for sure I was gonna die." Emily said with a smirk.

"Right. Sorry 'bout that, love. Just wanted to say hello." He grinned. "How'd practice go today?"

"Well, it would have been great if Mum would remember that we're not twelve anymore." Katie huffed out. "Seriously, Dad, she's getting worse."

"I'm sorry, love. I'll have a word with her about it." Rob told her, sounding a bit disappointed. It bothered him, the way Jenna had become the last few years. It seemed all she did was push the girls harder than ever. He knew why, but that didn't excuse it. He made a mental note to talk to her about it later, but now, he had an appointment to get to.

He gave the girls a kiss. "I will talk to her, I promise, but now I've got to meet up with my friend, Kieran." He explained, checking his phone for the time. "I'll be back later."

"Bye Dad." They called out, in unison, laughing as they both noticed. They headed into the house, and made their way upstairs. The girls didn't share a room anymore, but their rooms were connected by an en suite.

"I'm gonna hit the shower." Emily announced as she made her way toward the bathroom. Before she could get three feet from the door, Katie flew into the bathroom and slammed Emily's door, locking it. "Katie! What the fuck?" she yelled through the door, slapping her palm against the wood.

"Sorry, but I have a date in forty-five minutes!" Katie hollered back, over the sound of running water.

"Fucking bitch." Emily muttered to herself, as she went to sit on her bed. "You'll need longer than that to get ready!" She shouted out, knowing that Katie wouldn't be able to hear her.

Twenty minutes later, when Katie opened the door, letting out a cloud of steam, Emily still hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, completely knackered after today's training.

"Do you plan on doing anything tonight?" Katie asked her loudly, as she searched her closet for the perfect outfit. She was going out with their agent's assistant, Marcus. He was well fit and fun to be around, but she did worry about Emily. She found what she was looking for and came into Emily's room.

"Nope! Just gonna take a bath and then go to sleep." Emily said with a yawn.

"Come on, Emsy, you should get out and enjoy yourself." Katie stopped what she was doing to look at Emily. "I hate leaving you alone so much."

Emily stood up, walked into her sister's room, giving her a hug. "I know you do, but I'm fine, Katie. I promise." She left Katie alone and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door softly.

While Katie finished getting ready, Emily drew herself a bath. As she waited for the tub to fill, she thought about what Katie had said. Emily did find herself alone a lot, but it only bothered her a bit. For the most part, she had training to worry about, and that left very little time for anything else. The whole conversation with Katie brought up a lot of things to think about. Emily was lost in her thoughts, as she gently lowered herself into the tub.

Emily was fourteen when she first noticed her attraction to girls. Shortly after she turned fifteen, her best friend at the time, a girl by the name of Hillary Stevenson, kissed her during a study session in the deserted library. To say Emily was shocked was an understatement, but she soon got over it when she remembered that she could actively participate in what became a very heated lip lock! Emily had never felt anything as good as kissing Hillary and she found that she never wanted it to end, but the need for oxygen forced them to part. As they both replenished the air in their lungs, Emily stared at her friend.

"Wow!" She said, breathlessly. "That was...intense."

Hillary just continued to look at Emily, as if she had discovered a new world. Before Emily could take another breath, Hillary's lips were firmly attached to hers again. Their snogging session went on, until the sound of the library doors opening brought them back into reality and they broke apart rather abruptly, causing them to giggle.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" Hillary whispered into Emily's ear, making sure the smaller girl understood her meaning. Emily could only nod as she gathered her books and shoved them haphazardly into her bag.

Their relationship lasted for almost a year. Emily was almost sixteen by the time it imploded into a fiery death of harsh words, harsher actions and Emily's broken heart.

During the time the two girls were together, Emily had learned the very fine art of making a girl cum. She was skillful in many ways, which Hillary never complained about. It was also during this time, that Jenna decided to start entering the girls into the junior's tournaments, which meant that she and Katie were on the road a lot, traveling with their mum.

Emily had been contemplating coming out to her family, because she was in love and wanted to share that with them, but she quickly shelved that idea, when after a doubles match, that her and Katie had lost, the twins and Jenna had come across the winners in a very heated embrace outside the locker room. Jenna nearly had a heart attack right then and there, then started spewing her hatred for the two deviants, saying the most hateful and hurtful things to the two teenagers and causing Emily to shrink into herself. After what seemed like hours, but in all reality was probably only a few minutes, Jenna looked at her girls.

"Come along girls. I do not want you exposed to this kind of filth!" She spat at the other two girls, turned on her heal and stormed off, expecting Katie and Emily to follow her.

Katie merely shrugged the whole thing off, but Emily turned to them with terrified eyes and mouthed a silent, "I'm so sorry!" To which the other girls just nodded in acknowledgment.

Emily knew then and there she would be making no proclamations about her sexuality anytime soon, which really sucked for her, but it would be a small relief for Hillary. It bothered Emily more than a little bit that Hillary didn't want to shout her feelings from a rooftop, oh no, she wanted what they had to be "special" and between the two of them. But Emily brushed that hurt feeling aside when she realised how much of a homophobe her mum was.

Emily went straight to Hillary's house when they got home. To say she was excited to be seeing her "secret" girlfriend would have been a stretch, to say the least. But, she did want to talk to her about her mum, because it's not like she could talk to Katie about her, now could she? She confidently knocked on the door of the Stevenson residence and waited patiently for someone to open it.

"Oh, hello Emily." Mrs. Stevenson said. "How did your tournament go?"

"It went well, ma'am. We lost in the doubles, but I made the semifinal this time." She explained as she followed the older woman into the house.

"That's great dear! Next thing you know, we'll have a bona fide WTA pro in our midst." Mrs. Stevenson replied, with a grin, making Emily blush. "Don't get embarrassed dear, that's where you're headed, you know."

"Thank you for the confidence, Mrs. Stevenson."

"You're welcome. Hill is up in her room, with another one of your friends."

This made Emily stop in her tracks. She was already headed toward the stairs, when Hillary's mum told her that, making Emily frown. "Our friend?" She asked shyly.

"Yeah, new girl... Sophie... Sophia something." Mrs. Stevenson thought, "taller, dark hair, green eyes."

"Sophia Moore?" Emily asked, although she already knew the answer.

"That's right! Sophia Moore. Nice girl." The older woman stated as she gathered her coat and purse. "Can you let Hillary know that I had to run down to the Tesco? Thanks Emily." She said with a wave as she let herself out.

Emily could feel her heart beating faster as she stood at the bottom of the steps that led up to her girlfriend, but something held her back, something she couldn't explain. She actually had to force herself up the stairs and follow the sound of the music blaring from the room at the end of the hallway. She stood in front of Hillary's door, physically shaking with the need to turn around and leave, but something inside her brain told her that she had to know what was going on in that room.

She finally forced her hand to reach out to the door knob, knowing that it wouldn't be locked, because Hillary never locked it. Her mother was the type of mum to respect a closed door and would never dream of invading her daughter's private space. And did Emily ever benefit from that respect, on many occasions!

She turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open just as slowly, hating the fact that she couldn't just stop and leave. When the door was all the way open, with Emily just standing there, all her fears were being confirmed, multiple times and very vocally, which was the reason for the music.

Emily was so crushed at that moment, that she didn't even say anything, because really, what could she have said? "Oh pardon me, I didn't mean to interrupt you while you're knuckle deep in my girlfriend's twat, but would mind handing me my shirt that I left here last week?" Not likely!

It was about the third time that Hillary had called out Sophia's name and after finding God, that Emily was noticed. Hillary tried to close her legs, trapping Sophia's head in the process. The movement broke Emily out of her paralysis, so she stormed over and turned off the radio.

"Emily! What are you doing here?" Hillary asked. "You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow."

Emily laughed out loud at the girl, it seemed she had planned almost everything perfectly. The one thing she didn't count on was Emily and Katie losing so early. She didn't reply, but she did start grabbing all of her things that she had left here over the past ten months.

"Emily? Emsy ho-,"

"Don't you fucking call me that!" Emily finally exploded. "How dare you?" She asked, her usually husky voice raising an octave higher.

"Emily, it's not what it looks like!" Hillary cried out.

"Really? Because to me it looked as if you were enjoying yourself!" Emily's eyes switched from Hillary over to Sophia, as she sat on the bed, covered by a thin sheet. "She tastes pretty fucking great, doesn't she?"

Sophia had nothing to say, but she didn't look embarrassed either, she merely shrugged her shoulder.

"Has she gone down on you yet? If not, you're in for a real treat. She's does this thing with her tongue, and when she gets it going..." Emily was cut off by Hillary.

"Shut the fuck up, Emily!" She was starting to get just as pissed as the smaller girl. "What gives you the right to come in here?"

Emily was honestly on the verge of seeing red. "What gives me the right? How about that fact that I'm your girlfriend? Doesn't that give me the right to come in here? Or how about the fact that we've been going in and out of each other's rooms for as long as we've been friends?" She took a step closer to Hillary, "You gave me that right when you put your fingers inside me!"

Hillary's eyes fired up with anger and a sneer crossed her face, confusing Emily. "So now you're my girlfriend? Please enlighten me as to when we made that decision. Because I recall not a single conversation about any such thing!" She spat at Emily, causing the smaller girl to flinch at her words. "What made you think that?"

Sophia snorted at Hillary's question. Emily once again turned her glare toward the brunette, who still sat there, with only the bed clothes covering her. "Sorry." She mumbled quietly, ducking her head to avoid Emily.

"You know what, Hill, you're right. We never talked about it, so my apologies." Emily replied, almost defeated, almost. "So, I'll leave the two of you alone, but you just remember this; you're the one who started this thing between us, not me. You're the one who kept sneaking into my house for a quickie when it suited you, not me!" She was starting to build up her anger again, but Hillary didn't see it. If she had, she would have been prepared for what happened next. "But you can be damn sure that it will never happen again!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Hillary shouted at her.

Emily's rage finally broke through everything happening, causing her to pull back her arm and let her clenched fist fly right at the other girl, her former best friend, knocking her right on her ass as blood poured from her nose. "I'm Emily Fucking Fitch, you fucking cunt!" Without looking back toward Sophia, who jumped off the bed to get to Hillary, Emily hitched her bag higher onto her shoulder and started out the door. She paused as she heard the downstairs door open, and remembered what Mrs Stevenson had told her to tell Hillary. "Oh, by the way, your mum went to the market and said she'd be back soon." She called over her shoulder.

Emily didn't let the tears fall as she walked down the stairs, or when she ran into Hillary's mum at the door, or when the older woman wanted to know what was wrong. She didn't let them fall as she walked home, because she knew that she would have to explain to her family why she was crying, so she held them in as she entered her house and flew up to her bedroom. Thank God, she and Katie didn't share a room anymore like when they were younger, because she would not have been able to handle that at the moment.

Emily didn't let the tears fall until after everyone else was asleep. She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces over Hillary's betrayal, only then did she let the tears comes. And once they started, it seemed as if they wouldn't stop. For three days straight she cried. She could tell that Katie was worried. She kept asking Emily what had happened, but the only reply Emily would give was that she got into a fight with her best friend over a boy. She knew that would keep Katie and her mum off her back and it worked for awhile, until Katie had called her out on it.

Emily pulled herself out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her body. She sighed as she remembered the pain she felt at the hands of Hillary, how the other girl carelessly handled her heart. She also remembered the promise she made to herself; she was never going to let anyone that close to her again.

Emily Fitch had one goal in her life; and that was to be the first British woman to win Wimbledon since Virginia Wade won it back in '77 and she wasn't about to let anyone get in her way.

Well? Comments? Thoughts? Tips? Should I just give up? Let me know!