A/N: Ok, so big thanks once again to reviewers, appreciate every word. Esp those who make the effort to comment on each chapter. We've come to the conclusion, now but it's turning out to be longer than I thought so it's going to be in two parts. This being the first. Thoughts, criticisms, abuse- I'll take any of those so please review!

RESOLUTIONS

By HeligenaGirl

The two girls, sat there in the cold air, neither of them really feeling the chill as their arms intertwined.

Suddenly, the bright white headlights of a car sluiced over the area, brushing the scrublands and concrete. Naomi dragged Emily up off the ground as she saw the familiar bright stripes of the police car burning in the darkness, and waved her arms to get its attention.

"Over here!"

Emily smiled. "Have you ever thought about becoming a cheerleader?"

Naomi pushed Emily playfully. "Are you kidding, I'd be a fucking amazing cheerleader. I'd pom the shit out of them."

The car's tyres screeched as the ground changed underneath them, and it circled closer to their location.

"Wait, how do you know they'll help? They might think we set the fire..." Emily glanced back at the hellhole she'd been in not that long ago, the furniture and fixtures must have been a pile of melted material by now, but before she could remember properly, she felt Naomi pull her into a warm hug from behind. "I just know, ok."

She kept her arm out, and the police cruiser drove over on the shifting ground, slowly, pulling to a stop.

"Evening, Ladies."

They stared wide eyed at the bloodied, grim face of Danny behind the wheel.

"How did you..." Naomi stood a little in front of her red-haired friend. "I mean, where did you..."

"Snuck out of the ambulance while the pigs were busy taping off the road." He sounded almost proud of himself but she couldn't ignore the low growl of anger underneath the words.

Danny unlocked the back door mechanism. "Get in."

Neither moved but Emily suddenly spotted a familiar crimson head of hair resting in the back.

Katie. What?...

"Come on. Wouldn't want to walk out on your friend twice in one night would you?"

Danny looked directly at Naomi and she swallowed. Naomi turned to Emily with worry and guilt burning in her eyes. "There may be a few things you don't know."

She knew they had to get in. He was right and that thought made her feel physically sick but she couldn't think of what else to do. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to without leaving someone.

Reluctantly, opening the door, she was about to pull Emily into the back with her when Danny sounded the horn.

"Katie-girl's riding shotgun."

Naomi wanted to argue but she saw her girlfriend give a tired conciliatory nod beside her and let go of her hand.

"I tried to do the right thing but...I had to leave one of you..."

Emily silenced her with her finger. "It's all right. You can explain later."

Summoning all her courage, she got into the front seat and heard Naomi slide into the back.

Turning round, Emily stared at her sister's limp body and tried to process all the information but her head was buzzing. Overloaded by the fear she'd felt before Naomi had taken her out of that burning room, the relief when the blonde had kissed her back after everything, the confusion and the adrenaline. Freedom and night air only to have it snatched away again. It was too much.

Danny killed the engine, there and stretched his arms out.

"Oh before I forget." He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the driver's seat pocket. Reaching over, he clamped one of the rings around Emily's wrist and snapped the other around the computer screen on the dashboard.

"Now don't we all feel a little more secure."

No-one spoke for a moment, until Danny turned round in his seat.

"And don't think I appreciate your little message in a bottle, Blondie. A lot of guys would take offence at that sort of slander."

He threw a crumpled piece of paper at her and it landed limply by the handbrake. Naomi stared at him defiantly, "Not slander is it though. It's pretty much what happened."

He was out of his seat before she could react. Grabbing her neck, he breathed hard onto her face and she smelt the metallic tang of blood in amongst the booze and sourness. "Listen, you hung up the phone on me. You and your little friend trash my fucking car...my fucking Porsche" He glanced at Katie's dull eyes. "You leave your friend to the darkness..."

He fixed his eyes back on Naomi's watering blue ones. "You take my girl while I'm lying in the middle of the road, bleeding out of the side of my fucking head...you think you're safe there on the moral high ground, darling."

She barely flinched as he shoved his face in front of hers, daring her to make some kind of reply. He touched the side of her neck again, enjoying the tiny flash of discomfort that betrayed her.

From the front, Emily watched in panic as he tightened his grip on Naomi's neck. She could see red finger marks already and her cheeks were beginning to flush with the pain. But what could she do, she couldn't move her arm, couldn't run in her state even if she could get out.

Small things, Em. Play the long game.

Flicking her eyes down, she made sure he was still focused on Naomi and snuck out her hand. Let it inch towards the creased paper ball. Her knuckles grazed it and with effort, she brushed it into her palm.

"So how are you going to repay me, eh? For the distress and anguish I've suffered this evening?"

"If you turn your back for a second, I'll show you," she choked.

Emily could see her fear buried underneath though.

In the dim light of the car, she read the messy writing. To the Ambulance Crew, the girl wearing this coat is Katie Fitch, she was driving the silver car when it crashed into the yellow sports car on the right. The sports car swerved into our path, the driver Danny currently has alcohol and possibly illegal narcotics in his system which caused the crash and is known to the police. Katie was breathing, clear airways when I checked her, but hadn't regained consciousness. If you read this, I swear I did everything I could. Please tell the police to come to the old Bristol Rover's Clubhouse, there may be someone else needing medical attention.

Danny's eyes wandered back to Katie for a moment, and Emily took the opportunity to do the only thing she could. She gently took Naomi's shaking hand in her free one, bending it around the seat back, and squeezed it to give her girl some reassurance.

She hoped it was enough.

Danny, slid back into his seat, and focused on her this time.

"Now since you owe me Katiekat, as you cost me my reputation and a willing piece of ass, we're going to play a little game. I'm going to ask you some questions, make sure you're showing proper committment then maybe we can work this all out." He grinned. "Oh and just so you know, any wrong answers have...repercussions."

Emily glanced at Katie in the mirror, who seemed more awake now and had a similar look of horror to her own. It was like staring at herself, bruises and bandages all, and Emily had to shake her head to make sure she was definitely awake.

"All right, everyone hands on buzzers and we'll start with some easy ones." Danny cocked his head, "What position do I play?"

Emily clamped her muscles down to keep from betraying the prickling despair running up her skin. She snuck another look at her twin and her eyes widened when she saw Katie quietly throwing her arms up, pretending to cower behind them, like some cheap heroine from a Hammer Horror film in the low grainy light.

"...Defence?" She tried to keep the question out of her voice.

Danny paused. "One to you."

And Emily let out the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.

"What position do you play?"

There was a smirk brewing on his smug face when he said it and Emily had to smooth the confusion from her own. What the hell does that mean?

Naomi was obviously trying to work it out too but she shook her head blankly behind Danny's frame.

Emily looked for a clue from Katie but for some reason, her sister was staring at the floor, her face as red as she'd ever seen it. Doing anything to not have to look at her.

The renewed sense of helplessness building inside her chest expanded.

Danny just leant in closer to Emily, clearly relishing the height difference. "Clock's running out, babe. Come on, we're all friends here..."

She tried to think of something clever to say but everything was swirling inside her head and she couldn't make anything out inside the swarm.

He brought his arm up, a few inches from the red-heads face and she recoiled on instinct, hardening her muscles, through the cuffs.

"There it is..." he whispered.

She didn't understand.

"The submissive." Naomi answered for her, quietly from the backseat.

What? Screamed Ems brain. Nothing seemed to make any sense anymore. She wondered for a moment if she was still unconscious inside the burning room but...

Danny reached round without warning and slapped Naomi hard in the face. "No helping." He wagged his finger at her.

Emily shifted desperation overcoming her, "Stop it!"

He turned back. "Now, no pre-empting either. That was going to be the answer to the next one." He leant down and kissed her roughly on the forehead. "You always were in a hurry."

Emily shivered with revulsion. Every part of her wanted to scream. At her sister for being so fucking tasteless. At Naomi for just sitting there and answering questions that she should have known. At herself, mostly though, for being so bloody feeble.

"Stay with me Princess." He pinched her arm callously, obviously noticing her distraction. "We're not nearly done yet."

He winked at Katie in the mirror, still silent in the backseat. "Speaking of which, Ems. Didn't take my advice about getting some new threads?"

Katie looked down at her pink tracksuit. "Didn't take my advice about getting a mental health check-up?" she muttered.

He whistled. "Maybe Katie's finally rubbing off on you.... Lads'll be glad to hear that."

Then he seemed to regain his focus and banged the central armrest. "Ok, so now we're moving onto the personal questions."

How much worse can it get? Thought Emily.

"What do you really think of your sister?"

Emily felt Katie's wide eyes boring into her, despite the pain and exhaustion but she didn't falter. "Loser."

"And?"

"And... a spineless...shadow." She felt tears prick her eyes and willed them to stop, unable to wipe them away. "Interloper. Possibly some sort of changeling situation happened at the hospital."

"That's not..." Katie whispered, but Danny smacked her ankles.

"Acceptance is a mark of quality, babe. So's buttoning it."

He ran his finger down Emily's face, "And what do you envy most about her?"

"I..." Emily faltered now, a small sob forcing its way out of her throat. "I..." She squeezed her eyes shut so she didn't have to absorb Katie's embarrassment, Naomi's frustration. The combination was making the air hard to breathe. "I...don't know."

He was so close to her she could taste his skin. "That's not what you said last time, is it? Come on, we'll say it both together..."

She followed his mouth, as he formed the word. "Nothing..."

Nothing.

Emily couldn't hold it any longer and felt trails of tears start to make their way down her cheeks; inside the car, locked in the middle of nowhere with the people she loved and the one person she couldn't seem to get away from.

A/N: Ok, so there's one more chapter on this. Let me know your thoughts, will speed up my posting the last bit, I promise!