Thank you for the reviews and thank you for the your patience. I have been really struggling to get this chapter right, I wrote it on my mobile and when I got it up on the computer it was just too short, so making it longer took longer than anticipated and then my internet decided to not work and I was freaking out because I'm so addicted to the internet that I can't have it not work, haha.

To the anonymous user who asked "twin fight and sexiness will come up eventually, right? right?!" you will have to wait and see, but I can imagine we'll get at least one of the two, if not both!

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

The walls were white, plain white. She felt safe with white walls, it was normal, it was comforting. But then the red started to run down, soaking into the white, dying it until it didn't look the same. Each droplet sliding down the white wash like blood running along pale skin. It trickled to the floor mixing with liquid, diluting to a shade of pink. It kept travelling along the surface getting nearer to where she was sat, hunched up in a ball in the corner. Then it stopped, a body lay on the surface, face as pale as the walls had been, a large gash in the head, seeping blood and something she wished she couldn't see. It made her insides twist and turn, wanting to push out the sick feeling. But when she opened her eyes, her pupils dilated, her heart rate speeding along, she stared into someone's eyes. They were brown, such a familiar shade of brown, they were deep and full of shock, full of something she couldn't place. She felt disorientated, she didn't know where she was.

"Jody?" she whispered, the only name on her lips.

"Its Emily," the eyes were saying and her surroundings became clear, her thoughts returned to normal and she was crying. Not a few tears, but sobs; her whole body shook and her eyes overflowed uncontrollably.

Then Emily was with her, her arms clamped around her body, holding her tightly, stopping her from moving. Then the tears slowed and she felt empty, her emotions had all been lost in the abyss, cried out, away from her and she felt calmer. But Emily was still holding her, her eyes full of concern.

"What happened to you Naomi?" she asked, the words quiet as they came out, "You're not the girl I knew."

She thought about the words she'd practiced, all the different ways she could have said what she needed to say repeating over and again inside her brain. But when she started talking the words were new, unpractised, but they felt right as they passed from her tongue.

"She died, the night, we were drinking, doing drugs, it was like any other night. But her eyes were rolling, her mouth was blue, her face was white, her body...it was so broken, so limp." her tears returned as she spoke, the memories flooding her mind, but they felt healthy, like each drop was clearing her cloudy thoughts and making her see a light that lay at the end of the tunnel. She gasped as she stopped, unable to say much more.

"I loved her Ems, I loved her so much."

Silence followed, Emily's face was still, processing the words. Naomi hadn't wanted her to know, she hadn't wanted to tell her that she'd fallen for someone else just as hard as she'd fallen for her. But she had told her and now Emily was shocked, she looked confused, but not hurt, not angry, just sad. She didn't loosen her grasp, she didn't pull away, she stayed with her, offering her the comfort she so desperately needed.

"That's why you moved away from Cardiff?" Emily guessed, her voice broken with the threat of tears.

Naomi felt her heart open, her thoughts unlocked like the contents of a vault inside her chest being freed. She'd dreaded the moment she had to tell someone her story, tell them about that fateful night barely eight months ago. But her expectations were worse than reality and the thought of saying the words she'd feared was a lot worse than actually saying them.

"I thought I could handle going back to uni," she muttered, "It was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to move on."

A hand rested on her upper back and she jumped at the touch, her body waking at the feel of Emily's fingers on her bare neck. It felt comfortable and familiar, like finding an old stuffed animal and hugging it close.

Emily sighed, wrapping her other fingers around her hand, "You can move on, you can get through this. You don't have to be scared Naomi and you don't have to be alone."

"But it's everywhere, you know?!" she laughed, a sarcastic, pain filled laugh. "The alcohol, the drugs, the mistakes people make. I was getting used to it, it was getting easier, but seeing that guy, seeing him lay there with all that blood...it just brought it all back, I couldn't do it."

"How," Emily whispered, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "How did she…die?"

The question didn't scare her. She had expected it would, but it felt okay, it felt like she had the ability to answer without falling apart. But then the answer was on the tip of her tongue and she struggled to speak without crying.

"O, ov, overdose," she stuttered, "Accidental, she'd, she'd drank a lot and taken, I thought she'd only taken one, but,"

"You were there?"

Naomi nodded, "We were going to go home, we were waiting for a taxi and she just, she was all over the place. Then her eyes rolled back and she was sick and she fell, she fell, she collapsed. She hit her head on the kerb, she was fine and then she wasn't,"

Reliving the moment she held Jody, the moment she brushed her hair from her eyes, pulled her into her clutch, it made her gasp as tears slid down her cheeks again. She was shaking. But Emily was there. Her fingers were in her hair, they brushed the wet strands from her face, wiped the stained lines away from the course they'd formed as the tears travelled down her cheeks. She felt anything but alone in Emily's embrace, hearing her words repeat until they all rolled into one.

Naomi lay down, her eyes were drooping, her body so tired from holding everything back, so tired from feeling all emotions at the same time and from letting them all out of the prison they'd been kept in. Emily didn't let go, she kept her in her arms; she lay beside her, holding her like a small child who was afraid of going to sleep alone. Naomi cried in her arms until her tears ran dry and she slipped into her first dreamless sleep since Jody's death.

AN: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, so the truth is out.

Just a side note, I was actually considering killing off Katie in the last sequel, I'm glad I didn't do that now because I'm really enjoying writing niceKatie and I'm glad you guys seem to enjoy her too. I have some plans for our Katie that I hope you'll all enjoy.