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I started this chapter expecting a twin fight followed by some sexiness and in the end it took it's own path in another direction and I am very happy with the direction it took. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...would Skins bring back Naomily for a third time? (Sadly probably not :-( )

Emotions were running through her veins, mixing with her blood, forcing it to travel faster through her body as her emotions were speeding up. Her body was out of control, her heart was beating in two rhythms and her breathing was growing shallow. Emily couldn't stop thinking that Naomi was invading her life, chipping away at every sections of her being until there was nothing left for her to have as her own. First LGBT, then her social group and now her home. She'd been in her home. Sat on her sofa, talked to her sister. It was too much to bare, too much to process. Her life was changing beyond her control and she couldn't handle it. She made her excuses and left Sarah and her sister downstairs as she ran to her room, searching through her drawers, through her bags. She had to take something, she had to have some left from the last time she needed them. Before she could find what she was searching for, Katie slammed her bedroom door closed and was in the room, walking up to her a look of anger in her eyes.

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"What is wrong with you?"

Emily's hands were clammy, her face was flushed and she needed a drink. A nice long swig of vodka burning it's way down her throat, or several pints one after the other. She diverted her search and found a bottle of wine stashed in the back of her wardrobe. It wouldn't have the same effect as spirits, but in the long run it would numb her thoughts enough for now. But Katie wasn't having any of it.

"Don't do that," she shouted, snatching the bottle from Emily's grasp before she could mouth even a drop.

"Give that back," Emily cried out, trying to return it to it's rightful owner. But there was a look of defiance in Katie's eyes. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile as she moved over to the sink in her room and emptied the contents of the bottle away.

"This isn't you, drinking to hide your pain, you're not like that."

The soft fabric of her duvet met the back of her knees and they bent as she let herself sit down on the bed. It wasn't her, but she couldn't handle what was her. She couldn't handle the feelings running through her and she didn't know how to ask for help. Thankfully for Emily, Katie was on the ball.

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"You're having an episode, aren't you?"

Emily's body was shaking, her teeth chattering with a feeling of cold that was all in her head. She nodded, unable to find the words she needed to explain.

"You need to calm down," Katie whispered, kneeling on the floor in front of Emily. She took her hands and looked into her eyes, locking their focus together. "Just look at me, you can do this."

The moment passed and Emily was still staring into Katie's eyes, her body returning to it's normal state. She took several deep breaths, slowly helping her breathing return to normal. She wanted to cry, to let out her emotions, but she was scared she'd lose control again. Katie smiled at her, a soft, sweet smile that she loved to see when she was coming out of a moment.

"Now tell me what's going on," Katie informed her, not moving from her position on the floor, except to rearrange her legs beneath her.

Emily took a final deep breath, wanting to explain all of the emotions and thoughts inside of her head, but only one thing fell from her lips, "I'm still in love with Naomi."

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It was out there, there was nothing she could do to change what she had said, to take it back or alter the way it would be perceived. She felt free from a prison of guilt. But she knew she had a long way to go.

"I'm going to call the doctor in the morning and sort out an appointment," Katie informed her, "okay?"

Emily nodded, "Thanks."

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The wooden floor was cold under her bare feet. She didn't want to return to the lounge, but she had something to do, something to say. It broke her heart to let down a girl who had been nothing but nice to her. But Emily knew there was no other way. Part of her wanted to forget Naomi had ever been there, take Sarah upstairs and rip all her clothes off, making love to her until the sun rose again in the morning. But fantasy and reality were two very different things.

"Sarah," Emily whispered, regret present in her voice as the beautiful girl stood in front of her, a look of anticipation on her smile. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I can't do this, I'm so sorry, I want to, I want to care about you, to make love to you," Emily paused, letting the words process before she continued. "I'm not ready to do this, with you, there's other things that I can't explain."

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Sarah's eyes were glistening under the light, obviously filled with tears as Emily spoke. Then her expression changed, realisation spreading through her eyes.

"Is it that girl? Naomi?"

Emily didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to face what had been staring the girl in her face as soon as they'd walked through the door. But she couldn't lie. So she nodded her head. Then watched the girl she knew she could have loved, walk out of her house and probably out of her life.

AN: Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a comment/review, it doesn't have to be all happy, constructive criticism is great too.