DISCLAIMER (and all that jazz): I don't own Skins. I do own the emotions that the Naomily story arc instilled in me. Skins: Fire lacked the Disney story ending I think we all hoped Naomily would have. I'm not writing this to give that ending to you. I'm writing to wrap up loose ends, close an open ended story. Ideally, things would end happier than the cluster you know what that was Skins: Fire. The plan is for this to be a multi-chapter deal. Reviews appreciated, enjoy.

Emily's cell buzzed on her night stand. Groggily she glanced at the caller ID and her heart skipped. It was Naomi. Their conversations had been fleeting lately. And though it was late, or very early, in New York she answered.

"Naomi, hi," her voice was huskier than usual given she was half asleep.

Annoyed when Naomi didn't speak, Emily said, "Are you high again?"

Still silence, agitated Emily snapped, "Christ, Naoms. It's 3 a.m. here! What is it? We hardly speak and I have a seminar in the morning."

"This is Effy, Emily," said the voice after a sigh. "She doesn't know I'm calling."

"Fuck's sake, Ef. What's she-"

"Cancer."

Everything stopped. Frozen, Emily tried to unhear Effy's voice. The word, six letters, hung in the air with a weight that Emily could not wrap her mind around. Cancer.

"Emily."

"Where is she? Let me speak to her."

"I've arranged for you to fly here in the morning. It's already setup. Your flight is in six hours, JFK." Effy said, matter of factly.

"Flight? What the hell, Effy? What's-" Emily stopped. Things began adding up in her heard too quickly and she felt dizzy. Missed calls, no more Skype. "How long?"

"You'll need to pack for a couple of weeks. The last few months of treatment were unsuccessful."

Months? Emily swallowed and fought back the burn of tears. "Months? Few months of treatment? Why the fuck didn't she tell anyone?"

"She asked me not to tell you. I swore when you were here last that I wouldn't say anything."

"You knew? You fucking knew?"

"I'm sorry, Emily. I promised her. Please, don't miss your flight."

"Promised, you-are you serious? Christ, Effy."

There was silence again. And then, as if everything were collapsing and exploding at the same time, Emily couldn't stop the sobs.

"I wish-I wish it wasn't this way," Effy murmured after a moment. "I've emailed you the flight information. I will meet you at Gatwick."