DISCLAIMER: I wish i did own Naomily but Skins characters belong to the mages of E4. This is a short sort of alternative story set in episode nine after Naomi kisses Emily by the lockers and they decide to head off to Naomi's house. Sort of splits off into an Alt Situation then involving Katie's ex Danny. I'm thinking it's going to have a few chapters but reviews would help me decide whether to go any further with it, so any thoughts please let me know!

What happens if Danny sees Emily in Katie's clothes and decides he's not finished with his ex-fling yet?

TAKEN

By HeligenaGirl

"Lets get out of here."

Naomi grabbed Emily's hand, a tiny electric current flashing up her wrist as she did. Pulling her past Freddie and the clump of people spilling out of the classroom, they ran dizzily down the corridor, out into the big glass foyer and space. Open space to breathe.

Emily's head was spinning from the storm of emotions of the past few minutes. When Naomi had smiled at her, next to Katie's locker, the whole section of floor had jumped underneath her feet but then she'd told her that she was going away. Leaving her for the summer, running away again.

Her whole brain seemed to collapse in on itself and all the things she wanted to say, wanted to ask just died on her tongue.

"I'll miss you." They were the only words that had made their way out of the tempest in her head, stupid insignificant words, and she wasn't even sure she'd said them out loud until Naomi stopped a few metres away.

Just stood with her back to her.

Every single muscle in Emily's body had frozen, and her lungs had iced up.

That's it. She's gone.

But then Naomi was moving, was next to her and she'd felt the lockers slam into her back with the force of her kiss. Desperate and pleading; so much that she had no time to feel the usual anticipation. She gave in to it, and kissed her back. Wanting to feel Naomi's burning skin on hers.

Wanting Naomi to know how much she needed her, in order to stay sane.

"I can't stand it...I can't,"

Naomi looked into Emily's beautiful brown eyes that had so many questions in them. She gently touched her neck, aware the whole time that she didn't have any of the answers, all she had was what she wanted... more than anything.

She moved in and kissed her again, deeply, passionately; couldn't stop. She felt the redheads lips press against hers and forgot everything else in the world. Even to breathe.

"Let's get out of here." She said gasping.

"I'll just go get my bike." Naomi grinned down at her and brushed a quick kiss on Emily's forehead.

"I'll be waiting." Emily replied with a warm smile.

Just those three words made Naomi's heart flicker but she held her composure, extricated her hand from Ems and wandered off towards the bike racks. Wondering what she was actually going to do when they got to her room. A real live everyday place instead of something out of the ordinary, a lake or a clearing in a wood. She smiled to herself, and grabbed her wrist to calm down her pulse.

She didn't see Emily behind her, tapping her thigh nervously where Katie's skirt rode up.

How can she wear this? She thought nervously. It felt strange standing there in the empty quad, wearing someone else's clothes. Somehow it made her feel more naked than ever.

She wished for the fourth time that Naomi would hurry up. The expectation of going home to Naomi's was almost killing her.

"Hello there Red."

She turned round and sighed when she saw Danny standing there, his shiny Boxster pulled up at the side of the curb, a pair of women's knickers tucked under the windscreen wipers.

"Heard you had a bit of a catfight..." His Bristolian accent sounded loud in the quiet air.

Suddenly she remembered the make up around her eye and the bandage taped to her forehead and realised why he was talking to her.

Shit. Rolling her eyes, she looked at him edgily. "Leave me alone Danny. I'm not Katie, all right."

"Sure and I'm not packing serious heat." She didn't have to look to know he'd grabbed his crotch and she felt her throat fill up with bile. She hefted her bag up on her shoulder.

"Seriously, you've got the wrong girl."

Hurry up Naomi.

Emily turned her back to him, patting down the curls in her hair but then she felt him move close behind her and a heavy arm rest on her right shoulder.

"Listen babe, I know you inside and out. It's the legacy of a quality fuck, yeah." Disgusted, she tried to push his arm off her but he was surprisingly strong and it stayed there weighing down her shoulder.

"Get in the car, all right." He said it quietly but she wasn't naive enough not to catch the building aggression underneath.

"I'd rather die, thanks." She said with as much venom as she could muster. Angry at his blatant arrogance, and angry at her sister for choosing clothes that made blokes water at the mouth and for giving herself to such a disgusting perv.

Fuck where's Naomi?

Telling herself to keep calm, she took a step towards the history block, searching for any sign of blonde hair but she couldn't see anyone. The concrete area was deserted.

"Stop fucking around, Katie. You're embarassing yourself."

She spun round, buoyed up by frustration and resentment. "Listen, you psycho, I'm waiting for someone, ok."She raised her eyebrows so that he got the message.

Emily turned away from him again, her eyes glued back on the college walkways "and even if I wasn't, I have precisely nothing to..."

Before she could finish an arm had shot out and wrapped itself around her neck, ripping the collar of the leopard print shirt. A hand seemed to come out of nowhere and clamped itself over her mouth; the smell of beer and something sweet hitting her nostrils, making her eyes water painfully.

She struggled, even tried to bite him on the soft part of his palm, but he seemed to anticipate the move and pulled her backwards, off balance and then spun her round, slamming her small body into the car door.

Emily's ankle jarred from turning over on her sister's heel but the impact of her head and ribs hitting the door had left her dazed. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought for a moment that she saw a flash of white shirt and blonde hair but she couldn't turn her head to check because Danny punched her hard in the stomach and she fell to her knees, beside the kerb, breathing heavily

Naomi...

Every single part of her was aching. Heaving over the drain in the gutter, Emily desperately tried to remember where she was but there only seemed to be jumbled up flares of images in front of her eyes. A blue sweater in the darkness. A question, something about the night of the long knives? Moonlight glistening off flat, calm water. A voice. "I can't stand it..."

Who was that?

With the throbbing pain and the giddiness in her head, she barely resisted when a muscular pair of arms dragged her up from the ground and pushed her roughly into a leather seat. It was strangely comfortable and she wondered if she could just rest in it for a minute while she figured things out. Closing her eyes to try and ward off the thudding in her stomach and the wooziness that seemed to be getting worse, she didn't even notice the sound of an engine revving up.

Peering over at the driver, she watched limply as he took a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He offered some to her but she didn't know what to say. His face was familiar but...

"Jesus, have it your own way."

He splashed some of the liquid on her face and it felt cool on her burning skin. She wanted to wipe it off but her hands felt un-coordinated so she just sank back into the seat as another wave of dizziness washed over her.

Danny headed out onto the road. "You know what they say Red, the best part of breaking up is the making up."

Emily didn't even hear him.