I do not own Skins, or anything pertaining to the show. This fanfic is purely for fun and not for profit!

There's a little bit in here that I have to dedicate to Hyperfitched and her story 99 Problems, because ever since she mentioned Katie... in lingerie... I haven't been able to get it out of my head. So, I know the holidays are coming round, and I wouldn't mind getting Katie in some lingerie as a present... Right, I know... I'm dreaming again! *Sigh* A girl can dream, yeah?

I'd like to thank you all for your reviews. They really picked me up after the last chapter. I am sorry, again, for the length of time between chapters, but my life has been a bit shit, and I try to write only to stare at a blank page on my computer.

So, enough of my sob story, here's the next chapter of FF!

The ride over to the Fitch Farm was silent as the two girls were both in a hurricane of their own thoughts. Their hands were connected between them, and that was all the comfort that each girl needed.

It wasn't until they drove up the long gravel driveway that the silence was broken. "You ready for this?"

Naomi looked over to the red head with a bit of confusion written clearly across her features. What did she have to get ready for? She was just there for the ride and to make sure Mama Bitch didn't go after Emily. "Yeah…" she said absentmindedly as she moved to pull her hand away to exit Papa Fitch's truck.

The redhead didn't let go of the rebel's hand. "I don't think you quite understand, babe. My mom… she didn't know…" her eyes looked far away for a moment and her voice softened to a whisper, "… I didn't even really know…"

"That you're a lesbian." Naomi finished for her after several seconds of silence told her that the equestrian specialist probably wasn't going to finish the sentence. Her blue eyes watched as Emily's head shot up, her scared chestnut orbs looking right into her own. "Babe…"

The hand belonging to the red haired girl came up to stop whatever it was that was going to come out of the blond's mouth. Emily decided that maybe a change of subject was in order, "Maybe we can sneak around to the stables without seeing them."

Naomi didn't really like the idea of sneaking around, which caught her by surprise because, really, how many places that she wasn't suppose to be had she snuck in and out of? Well, since she met Emily… zero… but before that… plenty. Her lips curled into a smile as she thought of the places she had broken into during her youth. "You think that's a good idea?"

Emily was silent for a moment. Honestly, yeah, she thought it was a fucking brilliant idea to just creep around the back, get Thunder, and head to the pasture and out of view of the house, or even into the arena. There was the smallest part of her that was telling her that she needed to do the right thing and go inside, but she didn't want an altercation with her mother. Surely she was still steamed up from her earlier conversation with Gina. Jenna was apt to still be pissed about that for days, maybe even weeks. If there was one thing about Mama Fitch, it was that she was unable to let things go. She was one woman who could hold a grudge like no other!

The blond exited the truck, pulling her hand away in the process. She closed the door with a resounding slam. She stood tall and looked back into the truck's cabin. When the redhead didn't move to exit, she walked around and went to open the driver side door.

"Get the fuck off our property you lezza slut."

Naomi's gaze shot to the front door where the identical twin of her Emily stood in the doorway with her hands on both hips. Her lips curled into a smirk. She wasn't caught by surprise this time when Katie yelled at her, well, maybe a little bit, simply because she hadn't realized she was there. "Your property?" The blond scoffed at the girl dressed in… what was she wearing anyway? It looked like lingerie, but she was wearing it as an actual outfit. The black teddy-like dress ended right below the apex of her thighs, and was mostly see-through, even at the distance the rebel was standing from (with matching, bright red knickers and bra set underneath). The evil twin's outfit was completed with some leopard print 4 ½" pumps.

Emily finally got out of the truck after looking up to see her sister screaming at Naomi. "Fuck off, Katie," she said, nearly spitting out her twins' name in the process.

"Who the fuck… do you think you are, Emily?"

The younger Fitch slammed closed the door and briefly looked over to the blond, who was standing there with a smug look across her face and her arms crossed. "Stay here a minute, yeah?" she whispered to the rebel.

Naomi wanted to say 'fuck no I'm not staying here', but she could never really deny the redhead anything. Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned into a deep frown, showing exactly how she felt about being asked to stay. "Fine," she muttered.

Emily smiled to the blond and reached up on her toes to place a chaste kiss on the girl's cheek before walking straight toward her twin. If it was under different circumstances, Naomi would have whistled at the smaller girl whose hips were moving back and forth forcefully with every angry step she took toward her look-a-like. The blond bit down on her lower lip after letting her tongue swipe across her lips to re-wet them. The small smile formed back on her lips as she let her gaze move up and down the backside of the younger twin.

"I'm waiting for an explanation as to why you think you can bring that one pound whore to our home." Katie said to her sister with her hands still on her hips.

The younger twin waited until she was right in front of her sister. Her jaw was set, and her chocolate hues were burning into those belonging to the bitchy Katie. "Do not… call her that," Emily all but growled. She took a step forward until she was face to face with her twin, "At least she's fully clothed. You're the one who looks like a slut, Katie." With that said she pushed the older twin aside and walked straight to her bedroom.

"Not even a hello?"

Brown orbs turned to the side to see her mother sitting on the sofa having a cup of tea. Emily couldn't help but wonder if they were coming at her in waves. First Katie, and now she had to deal with her mother. "Hi," she said curtly before continuing her journey to her bedroom.

"Mum, she brought that blond bimbo with her," Katie said to Jenna as Emily continued to walk down the hallway.

Mother Fitch was stood up in less than a second after hearing the information about the unwanted guest. Instead of going to follow the younger twin, she marched right out the front door, passing Katie on the way, and toward the rebel.

Naomi could only vaguely hear that there was talking going on inside the house, and she thought that she was glad it wasn't yelling. Not yet at least. She turned her head to the side upon hearing the door open back up and angry footsteps making their way through the gravel. The blond didn't let her face show any kind of emotion when she realized it was Jenna walking toward her. Her azure blues didn't back down the moment when they locked on with the brunette mother's own angry orbs. "Mrs. Fitch…" she said as she nodded her head in greeting. She really was trying to play nice, because going off on Mother Fitch wouldn't help her Emily out in the least.

"Why can't you just leave my baby girl alone?" Jenna spat at Naomi.

The blond's eyebrows raised, "Your baby girl?" She couldn't help but scoff. It wasn't as if mother bitch had tried to contact her daughter while she had been at hers.

"Yes. I did give birth to her now, didn't I?" Mrs. Fitch said between gritted teeth.

Naomi relaxed her stance, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, "That kills you, doesn't it?" She paused waiting for a retort, but realized that she must have lost Jenna, "That you gave birth to her," she stated simply. Fire was burning through her veins. She was getting worked up; she wanted to slap the ignorance out of Jenna's thick skull.

Jenna looked shocked and she took a few more steps toward the blond, "How dare you… you little harlot." She lifted her hand to smack Naomi but before she could the blond lifted her arm and grasped the blond woman's arm from slinging forward.

"I don't think you want to do that, Mrs. Fitch," she said in a warning tone.

Mother Fitch ripped her arm out of the rebel's grasp, her eyes glaring so forcefully that they seemed like lasers. They stood there, in a stare down of wills, waiting for the other to make a potentially dangerous move.

Emily began packing up a bag full of clothes, tossing them carelessly inside. She didn't want to be there, and since she was going for a ride, she figured she should get some other clothes to wear as well.

"So now you're a big lezza, huh?" Katie's voice cut through the silence in the room like a hot knife through butter.

"I don't know?" The younger twin whispered her reply.

"You don't fucking know? How do you not know?" Katie said exasperatedly.

Emily turned her chocolate browns toward her twin and she shrugged, "Never really thought of it that way." So, it was a bit of a lie, but her twin didn't need to know that. She knew she loved Naomi, she knew she wanted to be with Naomi, but the fact that that would make her a lesbian never really crossed her mind until Gina had spoken to her earlier. The red head had simply been, Emily who loved Naomi… nothing more, and nothing less. She hadn't put a label on their relationship, and was thankful that the blond hadn't really done so either. Sure, they referred to each other as girlfriends, but that didn't have to mean a sexual, deep relationship. In honesty, Katie sometimes referred to her friends as such.

"That's just great, Emily, you fucking selfish cow."

Emily cut Katie off before the twin could go any further, "What, the actual fuck, Katie. All I've ever done is be there for you, for this family. I complied with everything that was asked. I got walked on…" brown orbs found the matching ones and her gaze burned into the older twin's until Katie looked away, "… YOU walked all over me, and I allowed it. I'm not fucking allowing it anymore, yeah?" The younger twin took in a deep breath to calm herself down, and when she did, her voice softened. "I love you, Katie, and I'll never really leave you. I can't fix this. I like girls… No... I like A girl... No... I love her, okay?"

"You've just made this all up." The older twin said as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"What?" Emily asks, a look of complete shock covering her features.

Katie didn't miss a beat as she continued, "You've just conjured this thing up with Naomi cuz, I don't know, maybe you're jealous of me."

"Jealous?"

"Yes, jealous. Because I get more boys than you, I look better in clothes than you, and I'm more popular than you."

"Fuck off," Emily tried to cut her sister off, but it did little and her twin continued.

"Yeah, I think so. You can't stand it… it's sad." Katie retorted. "So are you going to stop now before you hurt everybody?"

"Fuck off."

"You're not gay, you're just stupid."

Emily could feel the anger rising inside her, as it had been since she stepped inside, "I'm stupid? I'm stupid because…" she wanted to continue, she wanted to cut into her sister so deep that it would send her to tears… but she couldn't. She didn't want to do that. She cared too much about her sister to let her ignorance ruin their bond. "I'm still Emily," she said softly as she did the zip on her bag. She didn't elaborate, nor did she say anything more. All she did was get to her feet and start toward the front door, leaving her twin standing in her room.

The silence between Campbell and Fitch was deafening. Jenna and Naomi continued to stare into each other's eyes when Mother Fitch spoke up, "Emily's impressionable."

The blond was thrown off by what the woman just said to her. She couldn't wrap her mind around what exactly that had to do with anything. "What?"

Mama Fitch continued, "She's the younger twin, and that means that somehow she's always in her sister's shadow. I don't know why that is, but it is. Katie's always in charge. And I think that Emily wants to, I don't know, do something to feel like she's…"

"I don't know what we're talking about." Naomi interrupted. Apparently she wasn't able to follow what the woman was saying, and she was getting more and more confused about what this had to do with them coming out to ride.

"Yes, you do." Jenna said, her eyes sparkling with rage, "So I want you to stop putting ideas into her head. Okay? She's not gay."

"Right," the blond said in a non-committed tone.

"Right. So there's nothing to worry about then is there. Because they're the apple of their dad's eye. He loves them, like fierce, you know. Just the way they are normal happy twins. And… they're more alike then you'll ever know."

"Are you sure of that?" the rebel said with a smirk on her lips and a single eyebrow lifted.

"I want you to disappear now, Naomi. Don't screw her up, okay? Good-bye, Naomi." Jenna spun on her heel and started walking toward the house.

Naomi ran her fingers through her peroxide locks as she watched the Mother Bitch walk back inside, slamming the door behind her. She couldn't help laughing to herself, "Did she think I was simply going to run away?" Another laugh came to her lips and she put her hands on her hips as she leaned back against the vehicle, hoping that Emily would hurry the fuck up.

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