A/N: Hey peeps, thanks again so much for your reviews! I know everyone says it but they really do keep me motivated to write...so please keep them coming!

So it turns out that there's a very good reason why doctors tell you not to drink alcohol on painkillers...let's just say I woke up on Sunday morning in my underwear spooning my best friend - who was also in her underwear...so...that was awkward...apparently we'd decided to take a dip in a children's blow-up paddling pool in the freezing weather...wtf...although as I pointed out to her I was on pain meds, what was her excuse...lol... so my head is still a little foggy...hope this is okay...even though it's short...it's kind of ridiculous I know... :P

This one's for neverhappy10's challenge which totally would have beaten me if it wasn't for imoan12's idea, which I shamelessly stole!

"I hate you," Naomi groaned petulantly, grabbing a pillow from the bed and pitching it at Emily, who was curled up in the armchair and didn't have the presence of mind to duck, the pillow hitting her square in the face and landing in her lap.

"Fuck you."

Emily made a feeble attempt to throw it back, but the pillow landed a metre short of Naomi, who smirked at the effort.

"This is your fault," the blonde whined for what seemed like the millionth time, wiping her runny nose with a tissue. "You work at that fucking school with all those fucking little disease ridden kids and you got fucking sick and now you made me fucking sick."

Emily rolled her eyes and then winced at the pain it caused her. "Shut up Naomi. I told you I was getting sick and you shouldn't get too close but you said 'don't worry about it Em, I can make you better'," she mimicked the blonde dramatically. "It's your own fault you got fucking sick."

She couldn't believe how infuriating Naomi was being. They had been stuck in that fucking room with a particularly nasty case of the flu for four days now. Just the two of them. All the fucking time. Gina didn't want them leaving their germs all over the house and had taken to calling their room the containment unit, bringing them up food and water and juice. Two days in they had officially driven each other crazy, and now they were ready to kill each other, shooting loathing looks across the room. Emily had thought that after almost seven years together there was nothing she didn't know about the blonde, but now she realised how wrong she had been, learning several new and endlessly irritating things about her fiancée this past week...the foremost being that Naomi was the worst patient in the world. Constantly complaining and whinging. Constantly. Naomi was a bit of a baby anyway and prone to whining, deep down a spoilt middle child. But Emily was brought up with Katie as a sister. She'd learnt to grin and bear it, and was astounded by how ridiculous Naomi was being now. She had started off complaining and playing for pity, but when Emily hadn't given in and been suitably sympathetic things had turned accusing and nasty. Travelling together for ten months had been a breeze compared to this. Cabin fever wasn't helping either. Being stuck in a square room for days on end would take its toll on any relationships, even one as strong as theirs.

"If I had of known you were like this I never would have agreed to marry you," Emily said spitefully, before erupting in coughing fit.

Naomi scrunched her nose and regarded her fiancée with disgust. "Like I would have asked."

Emily scoffed and gave her the finger, shifting her body in the chair and pulling the blanket up around her. She was happy to sit in the armchair, even though it wasn't really comfortable, because it meant she wasn't lying next to Naomi. She picked up her book again and got back to her new favourite past time – ignoring her fiancée. She knew it drove her nuts.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the blonde moving around on the bed restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position and failing. She looked over to Emily and frowned.

"Why are you reading that stupid book?"

Emily sighed dramatically and kept her head down, though her eyes and brain weren't focusing very well on what she was trying to read. She'd read the last paragraph four times and still had no idea what it was about, not that it really mattered, she was only reading it because she knew Naomi hated that book. She heard the blonde huffing and fussing about on the bed, the sound of newspaper scrunching and plates clattering. Emily knew that Naomi was looking for attention and she was determined not to indulge her.

Naomi gave up and they fell back into a tense silence, besides the constant sniffles and coughing. After ten or so minutes Emily chanced a glance over her shoulder at the blonde, who looked to be asleep, surrounded by little mountains of tissues. The redhead put her book down and closed her own eyes, glad to finally have some peace. It didn't last long though, a knock at the door breaking the silence and making Naomi bolt upright.

"What," the blonde yelled, rubbing her eyes and wincing at the pain in her head from getting up too quickly.

"Is that any way to greet a visitor Campbell?" came the reply from the other side of the door.

Emily smiled. Her sister was here to save her. Naomi meanwhile closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Katie, come in," Emily said with the slightest hint of pleading.

Disbelieving laughter came from the door. "I don't think so you filthy disease monkeys. I can't afford to get sick...I'm going on holiday next month.

Emily shook her head at her oh-so-caring twin sister. She turned to the blonde and they shared a knowing look at Katie's typical selfishness, then looked away when they realised they were supposed to be mad at each other.

"I just came to drop off some soup mum made for you guys. She claims it will help your immune system or something."

Both girls scrunched their faces. Everyone knew Jenna's food wasn't exactly tasty.

"Thanks," Emily mumbled.

"Gina tells me you two are fighting like little children," Katie continued, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"Yeah your sister's being a bitch," Naomi yelled, flashing a smile at Emily.

"Naomi's being a fucking baby," Emily replied, returning the smartass smile.

"You're both fucking babies," Katie said through the door. "Naomi you could whinge someone to death and Emily you're a stubborn little shit."

Emily raised her eyebrows in surprise. She'd been hoping for some family loyalty but clearly that wasn't going to be forthcoming. She looked over to Naomi, who was looking at her accusingly, like she was the only one acting immature. Emily grimaced at her and turned away.

"Yeah well if Naomi wasn't being such a pussy I wouldn't be so grumpy."

Katie chuckled. "I thought that was what you liked Emily."

The redhead glanced back to Naomi. Blonde greasy hair hung limply around her pale face, her nose was red from blowing it constantly, her scowl fixed in place. For the first time in her life touching Naomi was the last thing Emily wanted to do, let alone have sex with her. The redhead knew she wasn't looking so hot herself. She hadn't showered that day and her pyjamas had food stains on them. Now that she thought about it she realised this was by far the longest they had ever gone without having sex. She momentarily wondered if they'd ever have sex again. She couldn't imagine it right now.

"Well if Emily was a little fucking understanding I wouldn't complain so much," Naomi said defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes you would," came the echoing reply from the twins.

The blonde's mouth dropped open in offence and she hopelessly threw tissues at Emily but they didn't fly further than her own feet.

"Well I'm gonna leave you guys to your misery," Katie announced from the door. "Believe it or not I have better things to do with my time than speak to you two lezzers. So I'm off, the soup is downstairs, and Liam and Anna send their best by the way."

The girls mumbled their goodbyes and then listened to Katie's retreating footsteps. Emily felt Naomi looking at her but once again refused to indulge her and went back to reading.

-x-

An hour or so later Naomi was lying across the bed with the TV on watching trashy American soap operas. They'd moved an old small TV into their room, and she'd gotten into the soapies these last few days she'd spent in confinement, getting caught up in who was having an affair with whom and who was secretly related although they didn't know it yet. Emily hated them and hated the noise, which was half the reason the blonde enjoyed watching them.

"Can you turn it down," Emily breathed out in frustration.

Naomi shrugged. "I can't. My ears are blocked."

She smiled with all the false sweetness she could muster and Emily rolled her eyes at her efforts.

"You're so full of shit," the redhead replied, then arched an eyebrow as an idea hit her. Throwing the blanket off her she stood from the chair, a little shaky on her feet, and made her way across the room to their ipod dock. She could feel the blonde watching her as she turned on some music, just loud enough to obscure the noise from the TV.

"Turn that off," Naomi demanded immediately, slapping the bed sheets for added effect.

Emily smirked. She knew she was being incredibly spiteful and immature but she didn't care.

"No. Why do you get to decide what we listen to? I feel like music."

She turned the music up a little higher, now completely drowning out the TV. The blonde replied in kind, turning the TV up until she could hear it over the music. So Emily turned it up again. And so did Naomi. Staring at each other with narrowed eyes and tight smiles the whole time.

Their little game was interrupted when the door flew open. Gina stood in the doorway, her face flushed red with anger. Without a word she marched into the room and snatched the ipod out of the dock, Emily stepping back slightly frightened, then over to the TV, unplugging it and picking it up. Naomi opened her mouth to complain but Gina beat her to it.

"You two are being fucking ridiculous. Instead of acting like mature 23 year olds who love each other you're pissing around like fucking children."

She glared at them both in turn, Emily blinked hard.

"At this point I really don't care if you fucking kill each other," Gina continued. "As long as you do it quietly."

With one final glare she was gone, marching through the door and kicking it shut behind her with her foot.

The girls watched the door in shock for a minute, before the redhead turned back to Naomi.

"Look what you've done now."

-x-

Later that night Emily tossed and turned on her side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in that was also as far away from the blonde as possible. She was starting to feel a little bit better, and was willing to accept that Naomi was probably sicker than she was. Although she'd never admit that out loud. The redhead thought that she'd probably be able to get back to work in a couple of days, while Naomi would probably be out for another week. She knew she was being painfully stubborn, but the blonde's behaviour wasn't any better.

"Ems," Naomi breathed out in the depths of her fitful sleep, her hand searching out the redhead.

Emily sighed and somewhat reluctantly shifted over in the bed so that she was holding Naomi from behind, the blonde instinctively reaching for her hand and pulling her closer. No matter how hard she tried, the redhead couldn't fight her need to comfort Naomi, to love her. It was like grass being green or birds being able to fly. Something that just is. A part of who she is, maybe the biggest part. And she knew it was the same for Naomi. She realised that if she still loved her fiancée this much, even with tissues stuffed up her nostrils to stop her snotty nose from running and her foul attitude, if she still loved her this fucking much...then she knew nothing would be able to break them apart.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing that she always would.

Sorry it's so short...I promise to be back with another long chapter soon with some actual story...

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