Authors note: I've been on a Flashforward DVD splurge recently. This has been kicking around in my head for a while. Lets see how it goes. Not promising how fast the updates will go up, as I'm manic with work, but hey, lets see if I can fix the end of season 4 a little differently. Reviews as always are welcomed. Flames will be laughed at and binned.

Yeah, I'm kinda back, you may need to read the last chapters to play catch up...

oh, and everyone should go and check out my wee friend Anonymouseone's Halloween fic 'Horror at Garston Hall'. It's epic.

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Naomi lay in her bed at Cook's mum's...mansion? Fucking hell. She chuckled to herself. His mum was nuts and rich. Poor Cook, he really hadn't had the best childhood with THAT for a mother. The blonde was grateful for the fruit loop that was her own mother, at least she knew she cared. And wasn't a whore. And actually was on her way home from the text she'd received earlier. Her mum glad Naomi'd 'seen sense and got back in touch with that lovely Emily'. She'd sent her two texts a week demanding updates for the past five months. This was 'a welcome and unexpected bonus' she'd typed and then said she was coming home.

x-0-x

The afternoon with Emily had been a little strained to begin with. She grunted to herself. Well, OK a LOT strained. They'd sat on the sofa, a twelve inch gap separating them that may as well have been twelve miles.

Emily, she'd discovered, had been very reluctant to believe the visions were real. Refusing all their friends beliefs and conversations. Even now she'd admitted after telling Naomi that Katie had seen them together in the kitchen in her own vision. Naomi had smiled at the adorable blush that had crept up Emily's checks as she was telling her.

Finally believing the visions were real and taking a chance, she'd leant in and whispered what she had said to Emily in her vision. She'd closed her eyes being that close to her former lover. Her smell, that unique Emily-ness that surrounded the redhead overwhelming her senses. She'd caught herself before she'd pressed things too far and kissed her cheek, sitting back with a blush now colouring her own cheeks.

Emily's eyes were dark when she'd finally managed to look at her, her emotions chasing each other other across that expressive face; fear, love, lust and sheer naked want before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before reopening them moist with tears.

'I'd not wanted to believe...' Naomi had sat back and let Emily finish, knowing she'd not really wanted to believe they were true. 'couldn't let myself believe...' she tailed off, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Naomi'd longed to grab her hands but had managed to restrain herself to rubbing her hand up and down the red heads arm in a comforting manner, both of them starting to lean in, gravitating towards each other until Emily's phone started ringing and they jolted back to opposite sides of the sofa again.

The red head had smiled apologetically at the blonde. 'Err... that's my phone, sorry' before answering it with a harsh 'WHAT?' Remembering the crutches, Naomi had stood up and wandered into the kitchen, allowing Emily her privacy without making her negotiate both crutches and phone at once. She remembered how much balance the petite red head had on her push bike, let alone that orange monstrosity of a scooter and chuckled. Once she heard the call end, she'd poked her head back into the room.

'Finished?' She'd hesitantly smiled.

'Yeah, just Katie being a nosey twats s'all'.

Naomi had cautiously sat down on the sofa. 'Checking up on you?' The red head had nodded. Naomi'd smiled at her tiredly. 'She's changed' she'd paused, 'we've all changed'.

A heavy silence had fallen over them then, both girls uncomfortable again at the mention of the visions, the atmosphere thick. Naomi had felt the butterflies fill her stomach again as she stared at the floor and then glanced up at her ex girlfriend who was yet again rubbing her hands together nervously, that cute little wrinkle appearing over her nose; Naomi knowing immediately the cute red head was struggling with something deep, so being more mature these days and taking her lead from how Cook had been she broke the silence.

'What are we doing Emily?' she paused. 'So much has happened and I'd never dared believe you'd ever forgive me'.

'Yeah' the red head had replied shrugging a shoulder.

'But?'

'Yeah, but' was echoed in return.

Emily broke the silence this time. 'There's nothing to forgive Naom's. I was a bitch, I went too far.' Naomi had gone to interrupt and start apologising again but a delicate warm hand placed on her cheek had stopped her babbling apology. 'No.' The voice had been velvet and firm, the thumb attached to the hand on Naomi's face gently stoking her cheek, causing the blonde to close her eyes and lean into the gesture. 'Stop now. Enough Naomi. I can't help hoping them flash-forwards are real now after denying them, but I'm scared.'

Naomi had hung her head, waiting for the rejection. She'd listened to Cook and for what? Emily was going to blow her off again wasn't she?

The soft husky voice started again, just as the tears had started leaking from Naomi's eyes. The hand moving to the blondes chin, attempting to drag her eye-line up no matter how much she resisted.

'You need to talk to Cook, he's with Freds and he'll tell you about their visions.' She paused again, 'can we just start slowly while we figure the rest of this fucking shit out? Just for a bit?'

Naomi's eyes finally lifted to meet the soft brown gaze opposite, seeing the hurt in them along with insecurity and...love. Yup, the love was still there. She smiled and nodded, echoes of two years ago and holding hands through a cat flap in her response.

'Yeah, for a bit'.

And with that they'd managed to chat about the boring things that had been going on in their lives. Emily laughing delightedly over Cooks antics and how he'd grown up; Naomi not so secretly pleased over Emily's break-up with Mandy and loving how protective Katie had been of her twin. How it should have always been she'd thought to herself. It had broken the serious and oppressive atmosphere until it was time for Naomi to head back and meet Cook at his mothers; who secretly she intimidated the hell out of the blonde. She had no intention of being in that mansion without the sandy haired lad as a buffer.

Goodbyes had been said, and, taking a chance, the blonde had leant in and cradled her petite ex girlfriend in a gentle, tentative hug. Rejoicing in the sensation of physically having Emily in her arms, and not the phantom she'd been dreaming about for five months.

Emily had simply closed her eyes and drunk in the oh so familiar smell of the blonde before opening her eyes with mischief and, tugging off what Naomi has recognised to be her old green sweater, demanded the blonde put it on for a minute. Puzzled, she'd happily obliged Emily, glad to see her smiling before removing it again a few minutes later when ordered.

Emily simply put the jumper back on, still smiling.

Standing at the front door, Naomi grabbed her courage and placed a chaste gentle kiss to Emily's cheek before saying her goodbyes and heading off. Pleased when she turned to wave and saw the red head still touching her cheek where she'd kissed her and was smiling gently.

x-0-x

Naomi smiled to herself, then frowned. The evening had eventually gone OK, well, better than OK. It was a good start to getting them back together again, and she guessed, better than just jumping back into bed together.

She sighed.

Then there was what Cookie had told her when they'd met up. Beaming from ear to ear at how glorious it had felt to feel Emily's thin arms around her, grasping at her t-shirt and with her head tucked into her shoulder she'd initially missed the pensive look on the lad's face until she asked him how it had gone with Freddie.

And then been told of his lack of a vision, Effy's vision of being in a mental hospital and finally, Cook's vision. She'd slugged Cook when he finally told her of his vision, genuinely hurt and upset at him keeping the information from her, and then upset at going on about her news and being selfish. Cook, being new man Cook at that precise minute, had shrugged it off, dropped a casual meaty arm around her shoulder and simply said he was glad she'd managed to start sorting things out and not to worry, he had a plan.

Naomi was worried. Cook and plans were never an especially great combination.

x-0-x

Emily had hobbled up to bed feeling calmer and more positive than she had for months. Well, about a year to be honest since all the Sophia stuff had started. Listening to her twin's soft snores again, she winced as she changed her position and got more comfortable, smiling at the gentle snorts from across the room. Grasping her stolen green jumper, she wrapped her arms around it, snuggling it like a teddy bear, the gentle scent of Naomi wafting up from it from where she'd made the tall blonde girl wear it earlier. Reaching out and grabbing her phone, she rattled off a text to a number she'd resisted calling for so long, but still knew off by heart.

'Hey, you OK? Did Cook tell you about Freds and Eff's visions?' It didn't more than a few seconds for a reply.

'Yeah. I see what you mean. It's fucked up. Feel guilty for being happy.'

Emily looked at the text, smiling at the flashback and not forward to a happier more innocent time when her relationship with Naomi was in its infancy. Texting each other all night, learning to read Naomi's emotions and thoughts between the lines of her precise, clipped texts. Seeing the humour, love and emotion when other people wouldn't. And then switching off and ignoring it completely. Grumbling to herself at her previous behaviour and mentally reminging herself what she'd told Naomi earlier in the day about starting again, she pushed herself upright, leaning against the headboard, and, taking a sip from a gass of water on her bedside table she sent a response.

'I think we maybe deserve to feel happy. Everything will be fine now. You and Cook are back. Maybe that's enough to change it.'

Taking another sip, her phone beeped its reply, the screen lighting up the small room.

'Hopefully. Cook says he has a plan. WTF was with making me put my old jumper on earlier Em's?' She'd smiled knowing she'd not get that past the blonde, sending a long reply explaining she'd missed her smell and had kept the jumper after Naomi had left. Knowing the reply she'd get, and laughing quietly when it duly arrived.

'You sappy weirdo. ;-D Nice in a strange way though. I'm going to sleep now, it's been a long day. Talk tomorrow? X'

Simply replying with a 'yes' and a kiss in her text, Emily got herself comfortable, snuggling up to her Naomi scented surrogate. Feeling happier and more positive for the months ahead for the first time in a long time, she drifted off to sleep.

x-0-x

Cook sat up bare-chested on his bed, Naomi's laptop on his legs as he tappy tapped away on the keyboard, pen slowly being mangled to death between his teeth. All he wanted to do was go back to his dad's fishing boat, but safe in the knowledge all his friends were intact and alive and able to join him on weekends for the occasional bender.

He'd discovered just how much he'd enjoyed the simple life of being a fisherman and had made himself a vow to build up a fleet of boats, all under his command. Eventually making him rich. Yup, he was a man with a plan, only now that included literally tying himself to the Fredster for the next five months. He looked down at his floor, tickled to see Freddie curled up asleep on a blow up bed, snoring his head off. He'd jumped at the chance to spend time with Cook, implicitly trusting him to keep him safe. Naomi's face when Freddie turned up at the mansion after dropping Effy off home was a picture, although, as Cook told her, he was actually cleaner now he'd been forced to shower. He'd smiled at the two friends hugging each other, even Naomi's tall frame being dwarfed by Freddie's height.

His plan was simple. Find out who the fucker was in his vision and find out what nut-house Effy was in in hers. He had a sneaky feeling both were connected and both were connected to Freddie's death.

He paused and took a deep breath after admitted what Freddies lack of a vision meant. Checking his friend again and noting his chest was moving up and down, he was alive. Nodding to himself, his sharp hearing heard Naomi laughing at something and he smiled. Probably texting Emily. He nodded again. He approved. Those two making a real go of it and getting back together was important to him. And Effy, Katie and Panda too after what he'd been told in the shed.

He'd got some information from Effy. She remembered the name of the hospital from her vision, remembered seeing it written on the prescription chart at the end of her bed. He grinned, watching the Google result for his search fill the screen. His grin getting wider when he saw the name of his target appear. Clicking on the link to the local psychiatric unit Effy'd named, he nosed around the site for a while deciding on a whim to click on the 'Staff' section, and stopped; the pen dropping out of his mouth.

There was the fucker.

Fucking twat. Grinning back at him from his 'profile' photo. Doctor John Foster. Cook smiled a not very pleasant smile. Running his finger over the profile photo and prodding the screen.

'Gotcha'.

Only thing now was, what did he do next? He picked up the pen from where it had dropped, tapping it impatiently against his jaw while he thought. The guy was involved. Cook closed his eyes, breathing deeply to focus and remember his flash-forward. He was lying on the floor, bleeding and pretty fucked up with the good doctor standing over him, taunting him with a baseball ball. Desperately concentrating on anything at all to grasp at and blocking out the imaginary pain, he remembered Freddies jumper. Freddies jumper covered in blood on the floor.

Fucking hell.

This doctor killed the Fredster?

Snapping his eyes open, he tried to calm his temper, knowing going off to find this bastard would only end up with him in trouble five months before he apparently had the shit kicked out of him with an unknown future. Quietly slipping out of bed and tip-toeing over Freddie's slumbering form, Cook made his way to Naomi's room, needing advice on what he should do.

TBC...