Thank you sooo much for the reviews, I've been getting an average of 8-10 reviews for my chapters and they usually come in gradually throughout the day/night. But for the last chapter I got 16 within such a short space and I am so immeasurably thankful! I was quite happy with the chapter by the time I'd finished it so it was nice to have it appreciated so much.

I'm really glad that you think killing off Katie wouldn't have been good. I would love to see more Katie in Skins 4 actually, I see so much potential for her character to progress.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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

It was hard to sleep with everything that had happened running through Emily's mind. She hadn't thought, hadn't even begun to imagine something so huge happening to Naomi. Now it was out in the open she couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop wondering how Naomi had hung on for so long without telling her. Part of her felt sad that she hadn't confided in her, hadn't trust her enough to tell her sooner. But she knew deep down that they weren't close anymore, that they hadn't been close until recently. Naomi looked like the same girl she'd said goodbye to eighteen months ago; she had the same voice, her eyes were the same colour, her hair was a little longer. She was on the surface, the same girl. But the truth was she wasn't. That voice was broken, those eyes were hollowed out with pain and Emily realised that her hair didn't shine the way it used to, the colour faded to a lighter shade.

-

The sun peeked through the curtains and Emily noticed it was morning. Her eyes were heavy, her body deprived of much needed sleep. But she didn't care. There was a loud thumping overhead, a slight scream and then a louder crash. Emily pulled herself away from Naomi's side, away from the warmth of her arms. It took all her energy not to kiss her on the cheek or run her fingers along her bare shoulder like they used to do in college. Instead she covered up the space she'd vacated and looked towards the doorway as a head of red hair flew through the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she gasped, "I just stubbed my fucking toe."

Emily shook her head, not having the energy to argue, or even discuss Katie's inability to wake up and relieve her of their watch over Naomi. She pulled her into the kitchen and closed the door, before heading for the kettle to make herself a mug of steamy caffeine plenty coffee.

"I rang Howie before I went to sleep and forgot to set my alarm,"

"It doesn't matter," Emily sighed, her voice toneless.

Katie rolled her eyes, "Someone got out of bed on the wrong side this morning, you're well grumpy."

-

She didn't know if it was her energy level, or her emotions, or even her sympathy for Naomi seeping through, but she was feeling angry. It wasn't the first time Katie had picked on her mood in the morning and she knew it wouldn't be the last either. But for some reason that morning she was feeling particularly annoyed.

"Someone died,"

Katie froze, "What? Who? When?"

"In Cardiff, someone died and Naomi was there,"

"Her friend," Katie whispered, her face falling.

"How did you know it was her friend?"

Something didn't feel right. Katie looked away, avoided her gaze at all costs. Emily had expected Katie to be shocked, to want to know more, to be concerned for Naomi. But the few words she said took her expectations away and replaced them with confusion.

Katie looked into her eyes with a daring expression, as though she was being brave sharing eye contact as she spoke, "I already knew, okay? Effy told me when it happened."

-

She already knew. Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing, her anger was increasing, she wanted to feel really angry, but her pills were keeping that emotion at bay. She felt frustrated, so she turned to words to portray how she felt.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" she gasped.

"Actually no," Katie sighed, "You were off your medication, you had a girlfriend, you were happy."

Happiness. An emotion that Emily couldn't help wonder if it was overrated. She'd been off her medication and she had had a girlfriend. But it didn't mean she had been happy.

"No I wasn't, I didn't love her, I didn't want her the way I have always loved Naomi. I would have given up everything for her."

Her sister looked away, "I thought I was doing the right thing, don't get mad at me for not telling you something that you have been fine not knowing."

-

There was no faulting her logic. Emily wasn't happy, but she wasn't unhappy. She had found a life that she enjoyed, friends that she liked to spend time with and a direction her life was going to take. All of it had been without Naomi's presence. She knew that if she'd known then she would have given up everything for her; her life, her friends, her ambitions. Then it dawned on her, the reality of what Naomi had told her.

"It wasn't a friend," she whispered.

Katie looked puzzled, "What?"

"She loved her, she was in love with her."

-

Naomi had moved on, she had found someone else, someone who she loved, someone who she had been able to be herself with. Emily wanted to hate Jody, to hate that Naomi had moved on and found someone new. But she felt guilty. The girl died. Naomi had moved on, but no matter how much anger or jealousy she felt about it, the girl who Naomi had loved was no longer living and she wouldn't have wished that on anyone. Emily stood opposite her sister, their eyes locked for a moment. Katie looked concerned, but Emily just shook her head as she heard Naomi stirring in the other room.

AN: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review!

All the plans I had are over so now I'm heading into a dark tunnel with only a few tiny dots of light trying to guide me, so any thoughts on where this should go, feel free to post them!