A/N: I do not own any of the Skins characters.

I'm writing this particular story for two reasons: the idea simply would not get out of my head until it willed itself into physical existence. Also, it is for the readers of my other Naomily fic Shudder. I know I kind of left that story hanging, but I have lots of ways to continue it and just haven't decided which route to take yet, so enjoy this new little story in the mean time.

Lost in a…

January 18th, 2011

Why must eyelids be so thick with residual slumber when one stirs into consciousness? Something in the pit of Naomi's stomach tells her, screams at her to quickly wake up as if a terrible event has occurred while she slept and she must now take inventory of the damages. But her lazy eyelids clamp back down on her every time she manages to open them just enough to catch a glimpse of light. What Naomi sees in those moments of clarity confuses her and forces her alert hands to search for answers.

With her clear, sea blue eyes still tightly closed, Naomi begins to lightly flutter her fingertips about. She is lying on her stomach, that much is obvious, and her exploring hands tell her that she is atop a bed with silk sheets.

Naomi doesn't have silk sheets, Emily doesn't have silk sheets, and none of Naomi's friends have silk sheets.

Sea blue eyes flash open and meet a sapphire blue bed spread.

This is not right.

Naomi springs up in panic and lands on her bent knees, almost falling backwards off the mysterious bed. Limbs that were previously laden with the comfortable weight of sleep now fidget around while Naomi takes stock of her surroundings. Something terrible must have happened while she dreamt because this place, it felt wrong and yet so normal. Naomi shouldn't be in this room she's never seen before, but now that she is it feels natural here.

Hesitantly, Naomi slowly swings her body around to sit on the edge of the bed and look around her properly. She takes a steadying breath and pushes her unruly, overgrown blond bangs behind her ear.

The room is small, just big enough for the bed and space to fully walk around it. A large rug in the shape and image of the sun takes up almost the entire area of the floor and for some reason it makes Naomi smile. All four walls and the ceiling have the appearance of fogged over glass. If Naomi squints her curious eyes just so and focuses just enough, she swears she can see figures moving outside the boundaries of this strange room. It should frighten her, and yet it doesn't. But everything about this place and what lie just beyond it seems insignificant when Naomi notices what rests against the wall directly opposite her. As if the image is somehow painted onto the foggy glass wall in vibrant colors Naomi didn't even know existed, there is a picture of the blond and the stunning redhead that is Emily Fitch. With the image being just about the same height and arm span of Naomi herself, every beautiful detail of the moment is displayed perfectly and this portrait is indeed from a memory of Naomi's.

The two girls had just shared their first kiss together and realized Gina had walked in on the private occasion. Naomi's mother had stuttered out an awkward apology and quickly left, leaving Naomi and Emily to giggle quietly to each other. Their foreheads were pressed together gently, both had their eyes closed, and a warm smile adorned their lips.

The emotions that suddenly rage inside Naomi at seeing this picture tear her from her fond reminiscing and shoot her with a dose of rationale.

Where was she? How did she get here? And why did seeing Emily's face make her ache with such a fierce sadness it felt as if her heart could stop at any second? The two were drunk with love for each other and happily dating, weren't they?

Naomi's head was throbbing viciously and pressuring her shaking hands into holding it protectively. She couldn't bear to open her eyes again and be confronted with the insanity of it all. She had to remember what happened before she had found herself here.

She had to remember Emily Fitch.

This chapter is a little shorter, but the rest won't be so. And I know this was probably a bit confusing and all, but stick with me and I promise it will all become clear. You won't be disappointed.

And remember to please review. I'll thank you profusely and plus it helps me write a better story for you, so it's a win-win situation right?