Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 14

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: An outrageous car chase.

A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!

Emily gripped the edge of her seat as the car launched into its full speed. Everything around her seemed to have turned into a blur, her own muffled screams being drowned by the sound of the revving engine as it wheezed out loud, reaching its limit. She shut her eyes tight, her own head spinning into a daze as she gripped the seat tighter, her other hand flying towards the dashboard, palm opened, desperately trying to steady herself as the car jerked upon wheeling into a road hump.

"Fuck!" She heard Naomi blurt out a frustrated and furious curse, as the blonde momentarily lost control of the wheel, narrowly avoiding the counter-flowing vehicles. Her own heart, which already was beating frantically, hammered even louder as she saw the approaching black car from the side mirror, racing its way to their automobile.

"Em." She whipped her head upon Naomi's call. "Get on the back seat."

"What? Why?" The red head asked in bafflement.

"Just do as I say." Naomi replied, her deep blue eyes concentrating on the road ahead. "Get on the back seat now."

As much as she wanted to question Naomi's instruction, to protest against it to be exact, she chose to keep her mouth shut, seeing a different Naomi she had never seen before. It was as if the blonde had turned into some other person she did not know, someone so very serious that she almost looked frightening, no, not frightening.

Deadly.

She swallowed the lump that had formed on her throat, a lump that she had not noticed, fighting back the tears and the sudden fear that was beginning to rise inside her chest. Emily froze in her seat as she continued to stare at this new Naomi beside her, her body too stiff to move due to the fright spreading all throughout her, numbing her senses, blocking everything out.

"What the fuck are you doing there Emily?" She flinched at the sound of her name, at the fretfulness of Naomi's voice. "I said move to the back seat!" The blonde tore her gaze from the road, eyeing Emily with a sharp yet worried glare. The red head gasped as she saw Naomi's eyes, the fear in her chest escalating, for they were no longer pristine blue, they were dark instead, dark and seriously lethal, ready to kill. The sight of it made her tremble with fear, finally urging her to do what Naomi had said. She quickly rose from her seat and shifted to the back, closing her eyes to pray for their safety and to bring the old Naomi back, the one she knew.

"Stay in the middle Em and put the seatbelt on." She heard her spoke, voice deeply grave. She bit her lip to keep her tears from falling, but did what she was told. She clasped her hands together, constantly reminding herself that Naomi was just trying to keep her safe, that she meant no harm.

"Shit! There are two of them!" Naomi exclaimed, her eyes flickering on both side mirrors, eyeing the now two black cars that came into view. "Fucking Cook!" She gripped the steering wheel to hold it firmly in place as one of the cars started slamming purposely into them. One strong slam knocked their car off from the lane. She wheeled the car further left, cutting two cars on the process, just to get back on the lane, nearly hitting one counter-flowing automobile. Gaining some distance as leverage, she crossed along two cars before flooring the gas pedal, her eyes continuously flickering between the mirrors. Naomi deeply knew she can't do this alone, she needed some help. Picking up her phone, which was lying at the far corner of the dashboard, she dialed JJ's number.

"JJ!"

"Naomi! Where are you?" JJ worriedly asked.

"How the fuck did Cook found us JJ?" She scowled.

"What? He found you?" The boy replied, genuinely surprised.

"Yes JJ, and he's chasing us. He's fucking chasing us!"

"I-I don't know Naomi. I-I have no-" He paused as something flicked on his mind. "The car Naomi!"

"What about the car?"

"The car! Shit! It's got a homing device! How could I forget about that! Fuck! Shitification! Fucking twat! He must have triggered the homing device to pin point your location! Shit! Bugger! Nut job! Stupid!"

"Christ! JJ." She called out attempting to calm JJ down. "JJ!" She shouted, shushing the boy up. "Listen, I need you to get help."

"Where Naomi?"

"I don't know. Just get some fucking help."

"Do you still have the watch?"

"Watch? What watch?"

"The wristwatch Naomi! The one I gave you!"

The blonde glanced on her left wrist, breathing a sigh of relief as she eyed the watch dangling in there. "Yes it's here."

"Good. I'll turn the GPS on Naomi. No matter what happens, don't remove the watch. It's the only way I could track you down."

"Right, I get it-" Naomi was cut off as she felt a sudden slam at the back side of the car, her mobile phone slipping out of her hand. "Fucking hell! How do these guys get so fast?" She cursed under her breath, gripping the steering wheel away from the offending car. She blew a frustrated breath between her clenched teeth as the cars were now on both sides, preparing to take them down. Her eyes flittered between the two cars, gauging the timing that they will both strike, her own left foot readying to step on the breaks. At the right moment, she brought her foot down, pressing the car breaks and leading their automobile on a complete stop, while the two cars slammed forcefully into each other that they got thrown off to each side of the lane. Taking the opportunity, Naomi shifted the gear and floored the gas pedal, spinning the car violently around, thus hitting innocent automobiles on the process. Emily screamed at the sudden force, her voice being drowned by the screeching tires that skidded down the road.

"Em you alright?" Naomi turned to check up on Emily.

"Yeah." The red head barely whispered, her breath hitching. "Impressive driving skills." She managed to say, albeit not knowing where the fuck it even came from.

Naomi snorted, the corner of her lip curling up. "Learned that from Gran Turismo. The bad ass driving - from Grand Theft Auto."

Emily bit her lip to stifle a smile. She breathed a small sigh of relief, thankful that a part of the Naomi she knew was back, although her eyes were still dark, still lethal. "Naomi, look out!" She bellowed, pointing past the wind shield and to the counter-flowing vehicle fast approaching them. The blonde snapped her head back to the road, maneuvering the steering wheel just in time to avoid colliding with the car.

"Jesus Christ!" Naomi blurted out. "That was close." She let out the breath she briefly held as she gripped the steering wheel firmly once again, cursing the effect that Emily had on her. She glanced at the rear view mirror, allowing herself to have another look at the red head when she noticed the two black cars back on track again.

"Jesus fucking Christ! These guys just won't stop!" She exclaimed, wheeling the automobile on the middle of the lane, trying to shake the pursuing cars off trail. She glided her way past two cars, skidding a bit as the car wheeled into a puddle. Naomi aimed to shift lanes but found their car already caught at the middle of the pursuing cars. One was lagging behind on the right side, its front touching their car trunk's side. On the opposite side, the other car was racing way past them, its tail touching their head light's side. With one swift motion, both cars slammed against Naomi's car, hitting the front and tail of the automobile, sending it into a violent spin. The blonde lost control of the steering wheel as the car continuously spun viciously around, its tires clamorously screeching, crashing into a huge tree when it finally skidded off the lane.

Emily fluttered her eyes open upon noticing that the car had finally stopped spinning. Her eyes roamed around the car, her gaze eventually falling to Naomi who was on the driver's seat, her head tipped back, leaning against the head rest. The red head took her seatbelt off, ignoring the fact that she was badly shaking, in fact she felt like she was near on collapsing, from the force of the car crash and the fear she was having because of the outrageous car chase she had just been on. She rose from her seat, leaning towards Naomi's place to check up on her, her heart hammering out loud as Naomi remained motionless on her seat.

"Naomi." She called out, her voice awfully trembling. She shifted to the passenger seat, her hand reaching out to cup Naomi's cheek as the blonde was facing the window.

"Shit! Naomi you're bleeding!" She shouted frantically, panic settling in as she saw the gushing wound on Naomi's head, crimson blood flowing down to her pale cheek. "Naomi! Naomi, wake up!" She called out, her hands hovering around, not knowing what to do. "Naomi, please, wake up." She barely whispered, her stinging eyes now letting the tears fall down. To her relief, Naomi's eyes batted open.

"Em, you alright?" The blonde asked, a hint of weakness on her voice. She blinked a few times, trying to steady her vision because everything around her seemed to be in a whirl.

"Don't fucking ask me if I'm alright." She retorted, hating the fact that Naomi was still putting her own safety on top priority. "You're bleeding!"

"It's just a small wound Em." Naomi replied, letting out a soft chuckle. "You're over reacting."

"For fuck's sake you're gushing! That doesn't look small to me!"

"Em! Calm down!" The blonde shushed. "I'm alright, just a bit dizzy from the impact. But I'm alright. So calm down yeah?"

"What do I do? How do I stop the bleeding?" Emily worriedly asked, her words rolling out a bit too fast.

"I just need you to be there Em." Naomi paused and took a deep breath, wincing as a pang of pain rushed through her chest. "The bleeding will stop, trust me."

"Nai, you're hurt." Emily cried out as she burst into another set of tears, seeing her fear happening right before her eyes. Naomi was hurt and she was the reason, the fucking reason behind it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Naomi extended her hand, reaching for Emily's cheek, cupping it. She brushed the tears with the pad of her thumb, hushing the red head at the same time. "Stop crying Em." She paused, shuffling on her seat, so she could be seated properly. "I'm alright. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll be back to normal." She offered an assuring smile. "Oh and a kiss too. Would make me feel better at once."

"How can you even joke around?"

"Who says I'm joking?" Naomi snorted. "I'll be alright in a few minutes. I've had worse." She leaned back against the car seat. "Don't make me come over there to kiss you. My chest is hurting a bit." She closed her eyes, waiting for a pair of soft, warm lips to touch hers.

Emily shuffled on her seat, so that she was on her knees, and leaned forward to grant a soft kiss on Naomi's lips, her hands gripping the head rest for support as she got lost in the kiss. She felt Naomi's hand snaking around her waist, holding her tight, pulling her closer. She had no intention of pulling away, if not only for the need to breathe some air. As they both broke from the kiss, she rested her forehead against Naomi's, a warm smile shaping in her lips.

"Told you I'll be alright. I'm feeling better already." Naomi spoke, letting out a soft chuckle. "Now let's get the fuck out of here before Cook can catch us." She pulled away from Emily's hold and stepped out of the car.

"I thought you love birds were never getting out of the fucking car." Naomi felt her whole body stiffened at the sound of the voice. Slowly, she turned around, her eyes growing wide with shock.

"Happy to see me Naomi?" Cook scoffed, as he leaned against the wrecked car, his hands crossed above his chest, his men hovering around, enjoying the small scene. "I take it you're not." He let out another mocking laugh, watching the sudden grimace on Naomi's face. He then stood straight up and made his way to the still shocked blonde, tucking his gun in on the back of his pants.

"Well, what can I say?" He paused, his finger tracing the gush of blood from Naomi's temple down to her cheek, as Naomi tried to cringe away from his touch. "I won." He stated, a devious, insulting smile forming in his lips. His eyes darted towards one of his men, Naomi following the line of his sight, and laughed as he watched Emily struggling away from the huge man's grip. His gaze shifted to Naomi, laughing even louder at the sight of her clenched teeth.

"Game over."