Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 8

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.

Summary: Naomi's a hero but there were consequences.

A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going! Pretty long one so don't get bored :D

Naomi slammed the wooden door open, her arm still resting on the door as she panted and caught her breath. Her hair was in a disheveled form from traveling all the way down to JJ's at top speed. Her clothes were in a mess, quite soaked because it just had started to rain when she got back. Her usually shiny, black shoes were spotted with mud from all those puddles she'd recklessly wheeled onto.

"JJ!" She shouted.

JJ jumped at the loud bang of the door, not to mention Naomi's shrill voice. He slowly turned around, utterly surprised to see the blonde standing at his threshold. "Erm, Naomi, you could use a knock or two?"

The blonde rolled her eyes.

"And you broke my door." He lifted his finger and pointed at the now broken knob of his door.

"I don't give a fuck about your door J." She answered in a serious, grave tone. She walked towards the shaking boy, stopping right in front of him. "I need to know where Cook is."

Something in Naomi's deadly stare and form made JJ feel too afraid and he hesitated to answer. He lowered his head down to hide his look of fear instead, his lips starting to quiver.

"Where's Cook, JJ?" Still, the boy remained silent. "Tell me now!" Naomi slammed her hand on the table, causing the lined monitors and tellys on top of it to shake, and made JJ flinch.

"I don't know." He answered, barely whispering.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not allowed to tell." JJ softly shook his head.

Naomi dropped herself down in front of JJ's feet, her legs spread wide, suddenly feeling the exhaustion and the graveness of the situation sinking in. She bent her knees, placed each of her arms on top of them and sighed, before looking up to face JJ.

"I really need to know JJ." She paused. "Please."

The sudden gentleness and pleading in the blonde's voice confused JJ. "Why Naomi?"

"I need to save Emily."

"Why? Aren't you glad Cook's finishing the job for you? I mean, at least you don't have to deal with your conscience anymore."

"Conscience? You think it's all about me not being able to handle the thought of killing somebody?"

JJ meekly nodded his head to answer. "Isn't it?"

"No JJ!" She snapped. "It's something different. Something else!"

"Then what Naomi? Tell me what?"

Naomi dropped her voice down. "I wish I could tell you J. I wish I could tell myself. But I don't know. I just know there's something else." She heaved another sigh. "Please JJ. Just tell me where they are."

JJ paused for a moment, before letting out a faint smile. "The old warehouse near the woods. I'll guide you to get there."

Naomi smiled back. "No JJ. You don't have to do this." She stood up and patted JJ on the shoulder. "I don't want you to get in trouble too. Thanks for everything J."

JJ lifted his hand, his fingers circling around the blonde's wrist. "I want to do this Naomi. I want to break free from Cook. I can't take this anymore."

"But we could both die J!"

"I know. But I'd rather be killed than do things that I'm forced to do. I won't let them use me again."

Naomi lifted her free hand and ruffled JJ's hair. "Nobody's going to use you anymore J. I promise you that." She answered, pulling her hand from JJ's grip and turning to leave.

"Use the car on the garage!" She heard JJ shout before the door behind her closed.

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"Isn't she fucking pretty boys?" Cook eyed a cowering Emily standing before him. "Too bad I don't fancy a shag tonight." He lifted his hand to catch a lock of Emily's hair, tucking it in. "Or maybe you could change my mind." His fingertips barely brushed the red head's cheek, as she tried to cringe away from her perpetrator's touch.

"Fuck you." Emily spat back.

"Nice, aren't we brave? No wonder Naomi can't kill you. She likes feisty ones, that girl." Cook watched as Emily's eyes grew wide with shock. "Oh, you don't know?" He asked in a mocking tone, scoffing afterwards.

"You really don't." He muffled in between his laughter. "I sent Naomi to kill you."

"Why?" Emily asked, gritting her teeth. Her hands were now curled into fists.

"Remember that fateful night when you stuck your nose up to somebody's business? Well, I just seem to be that guy you saw shooting some fucking chap on his fucking head." He smiled at the sound of Emily's sharp intake of breath. "James Cook, at your fucking service." He bowed and let out another mocking laugh.

"What do you want from me?" Emily finally managed to articulate despite of her towering fear. Her heart was hammering out loud, too loud that Cook might even be hearing it.

"I actually want a lot of things from you, but bottom line is I want you dead. Now." He answered in a grievous tone. "And since Naomi can't do it, I will." A despiteful smirk crawled in his lips. He nodded at his two companions, motioning to them to get out of the room.

Emily slowly backed away as she felt Cook inching in closer. But she was caught in a dead end when her back touched the wall. Cook lifted both of his hands, pinning each of them beside Emily's head, locking her in.

"You can't run from me Emily." Cook whispered, nibbling Emily's ear. With a disgusted feeling, the red head gathered all of her strength and stepped on Cook's foot. As he howled in pain, removing his hands to take care of his foot, the red head broke into a run and headed to the door. But Cook recovered quickly, running after Emily and catching her by the waist. Emily tried to struggle from his grip as he forced her to turn around. A loud slap caught Emily off guard and she fell down to the floor.

"No one fucking hurts me and gets the fuck away with it." Cook said in an angry tone as he drew his gun from his back, pointing it to the cringing red head on the floor.

Emily shut her eyes tight, as she waited for the bullet to pierce her weak, trembling body. At the back of her mind, she was wishing to see a particular blonde beauty for one last time.

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Meanwhile, Naomi was racing down the road, narrowly missing the numerous cars on the lane. Her own car ran in a zigzag as she avoided each and every one of them without losing her speed.

"JJ." She called out, her phone stuck in her ear. "I'm almost near the woods. You stand by yeah?"

"Copy that Naomi." JJ nervously replied.

"How did Cook get hold of Emily?" She remembered to ask, failing to do so when she was back at JJ's impermanent house.

"She followed you when you left the facility." Naomi abruptly steered the wheel further left, as she nearly hit a counter-flowing vehicle. JJ's words unexpectedly stung her. "Cook was waiting outside. He was checking out if you adhered to the plan and when he saw Emily alive, he figured out you didn't."

"Fuck. This is all my fault." She muttered, the realization making her step on the gas pedal, sending the car at full speed.

"Don't blame yourself Naomi. You know Cook." JJ tried to console.

Naomi jeered at herself. "I should have fucking stayed."

"If you stayed, you could've compromised yourself."

"But Emily would be safe." She retorted.

"Look Naomi, there's no use blaming yourself now. You're the only one who could save her alright?"

Naomi took a deep, heavy breath, pondering on JJ's words. "Right." She paused. "How many are they?"

"Three, including Cook."

"Always too confident with himself. This should be easy." Naomi snorted. "I'm here. I'll call you when I need help."

"Roger." JJ replied.

Naomi stomped at the breaks, leading the car into a complete halt. She could already see the old warehouse and decided to park a few meters away from it. If she was to make a silent entrance, she couldn't take chances. She made her way to the side of the warehouse and leaned her back against the wall. Walking lightly, back still stuck on the wall, she reached the corner and peeked carefully so she wouldn't blow her cover. Seeing that the two men were resting on the porch, she proceeded to the back door of the warehouse and looked for Emily. She was just on her way to the second room, when she heard a piercing scream. She scrambled on her feet and ran towards the source of the sound, banging the huge door open as soon as she reached it.

"Emily!" Her eyes fell on the red head, her elbows leaning against the floor. Emily snapped her head to Naomi's direction, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of the blonde. Naomi's eyes grew wide with shock and anger as she saw Emily's face. There was a small bruise forming on her cheek and the corner of her lip was bleeding. The blonde's eyes squinted and darted to Cook, rage starting to rush within her.

"I told you not to fucking touch her!" She shouted and ran towards a still surprised Cook.

She shoved him towards the wall, gripped his wrist and slammed it against the wall numerous times, knocking the gun off his hand. But Cook recovered and pushed her away forcefully, stooping over to pick up his gun. Fortunately, Naomi was quick enough to trip Cook with her foot, sending the blonde boy to land face first on the floor. The gun slid away. Naomi sprung to her feet but Cook caught him by her ankle, pulling her down. She fell on the floor, her head hitting the cold, hard surface. Cook towered over her, his hands strangling over Naomi's neck, but the blonde managed to punch him straight in the nose. He landed on the floor again while Naomi got up to her feet. Cook was barely standing when Naomi rushed towards him again and kicked him in between his legs. He was writhing with pain when the blonde reached for the gun and helped Emily stand up. She took Emily's hand, intertwining it with hers, and walked to a still writhing Cook.

"I warned you not to lay even a finger on her." She pointed the gun towards him. "You fucking hurt her you prick!"

"You gonna shoot me? You can't even kill that fucking bitch!" Cook answered in a mocking tone.

"Don't talk to her like that!" She screamed, her whole body shaking with anger.

Cook scoffed. "She's a bitch. A worthless, fucking bitch!"

Naomi pulled the trigger and fired, nearly missing Cook's head. "I'll fucking kill you Cook, I swear. You'll pay for what you did." She spoke in a deadly tone. Tugging Emily's arm, she motioned for them to escape as she heard a couple of footsteps running towards their direction. She darted out of the room, heading towards where she first came from, not letting go of Emily's hand.

"Get them!" She ran even faster upon hearing Cook's voice disturb the whole silent woods. They ran into the forest, desperately trying to shake the two men following them off their trails. They ran and ran for like hours and she knew Emily was already getting tired and so was she. But they couldn't afford to stop and rest and risk being caught. Suddenly an idea flicked on her mind. She took out her phone and dialed JJ's number.

"Naomi?"

"Listen JJ." She spoke breathlessly as her and Emily slowed into a walk when she finally made sure that they were far enough. Her eyes roamed around the surroundings, trying to check if there was somebody else near. "I need you to call Cook."

"What for?" JJ asked confusedly.

"Tell him that the police are coming here and they're on their way."

"But – "

"Hurry JJ!" She cut JJ off and ended the call. Placing the cell phone back on her pocket, she pulled Emily behind a huge tree and hid, waiting or rather hoping that her plan would work. Not long after, she heard Cook's voice asking the two men to retreat. Relief flooded on both of them. Naomi closed her eyes tight and blew out her breath she didn't realize she'd been holding since she got there. Her attention then turned to Emily, who was panting, gasping for air.

"We're safe now." She muttered as Emily's gaze fell on her. Her eyes met brown again and got lost in them like before. She knew how she missed this feeling, getting lost in Emily's eyes. She dropped the gun she was holding and lifted her hand to touch Emily's cheek, the pad of her thumb wiping the blood from Emily's lips. "I'm sorry if he hurt you. I'm really sorry." She whispered.

"Is it true?" Emily asked.

"What?" Naomi's brow arched in confusion.

"Y-you were sent to kill me?"

Naomi's whole body stiffened as the question caught her off guard.

"Well?"

Naomi answered with a stiff nod.

"Did you try to kill me?" Emily asked, her eyes starting to sting with tears.

"I-I did." Naomi stammered, her heart dropping when Emily pulled away from her hold. The red head started to march away from her.

"Emily, wait!" She called out and ran after Emily, catching her wrist and turning her around. "Will you just let me explain?"

"Why did you even come here? You should have let me get killed! It would save you a lot of time and energy." Emily snapped.

"What? You think I regret saving you?" Naomi asked in disbelief.

"Didn't you? Or maybe you came here so you could just kill me yourself."

"Emily, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"I'm right! Am I not?"

"What? Why would I go through all these trouble so that I could kill you? That would be stupid!" Naomi retorted. "Emily!" She called again as she watched the red head run away from her.

Emily tried hard to push back her tears but they wouldn't just stop flowing. She angrily wiped them away as she tried to figure out which way to go. She wanted to get out of this forest so bad, wanted to get away from Naomi's sight so bad. She was dwelling so deep into her thoughts that she failed to notice a protruding root. Her foot got caught up in the root and she landed on the ground.

"Jesus Christ Emily! I spent my everything to protect you from Cook, so could you at least be careful?" She heard Naomi say as the blonde got near to her. Naomi held out her hand but she refused to take it, springing up on her feet on her own. She winced when she was finally able to stand up, feeling a pang of pain attack the foot that got caught up with the root.

"Can you walk?" Naomi worriedly asked. Emily rolled her eyes in response.

"I can take care of myself." She turned her back from Naomi and started to walk away, only to wince in pain again as she took her first step. Fortunately, Naomi was fast enough to be beside her, catching her before she falls again.

"Right." Naomi snorted and chuckled. Emily tried to move away from the blonde's hold when suddenly, she felt herself being scooped and carried by the blonde in her arms.

"Put me down!" She tried to protest, but the blonde was stronger.

"No." Naomi bantered. "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna kiss you."

Emily felt herself blush. "I said put me down!"

"Oh, you want a kiss huh?" Naomi chuckled.

"No! I want you to put me down!" Emily paddled her feet as an attempt to struggle from the blonde's iron grip.

Naomi let out a loud laugh. "I won't let you down alright." Emily in turn, rolled her eyes and pouted.

They walked in silence for a while, nobody daring to say another word. It was a real awkward moment, yet, both girls were afraid to speak, opting to shut their mouths tight rather.

Naomi let out one deep, tired sigh. "I can't carry you anymore like this." She told Emily.

"You could always put me down. I can walk by myself." Emily sourly answered.

Naomi let out another chuckle, annoying Emily further. "What I mean is, I'll carry you on my back instead." She replied as she put Emily gently on her feet.

"You don't have to do that. I'm not crippled."

"Look Emily, it's nearly dark and believe me you wouldn't want to still be he here when it gets completely dark. So hop onto my back now."

Emily stuck out her tongue before climbing to Naomi's back, avoiding as much skin contact as possible. She was near the edge of forgiving Naomi, after all she saved her life, yet, she wanted to stay angry at her. It seemed the right thing.

As soon as Emily was settled, the blonde started walking again, the same awkward silence settling in.

"Em." Naomi called out later. She glanced on her shoulder when she got no answer, finding out that Emily had already fallen asleep. She smiled at the sight, a rush of relief taking over her as she thought about the red head being there, safe in her arms. She leaned closer, planting a kiss on Emily's hair before concentrating on her trail again. Once they reached her parked car, she gently laid Emily on the passenger seat, making sure that the red head was comfortable enough to continue her sleep. She leaned in once again to kiss Emily on the forehead before slipping in on the driver's seat.

As much as she was relieved that Emily was already safe, something at the back of her mind was screaming that Cook would be back for more. This game was far from over.