Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, please don't rub it in. :-( Especially now that series 4 has started (and almost finished).

Author Note: The last chapter said '2 weeks left of my job' which means it's been 2 weeks since I last posted. Gosh. I am sorry! My job is now over, I am now free to write as much as I please until I find some more work, which isn't looking promising for the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've been waiting to write this one for a while now. Thanks for all the votes and reviews last chapter! Please vote and review again!

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Carry Me Away

Chapter Seven: Don't Tell Me That It's Over

'What have you got planned this evening love?' Gina asked whilst rearranging her hair in the hallway mirror.

'Emily's coming over,' Naomi muttered, half heartedly, her lip tucked carefully under her tooth.

'Emily?' Gina questioned, glancing at Naomi's reflection in the mirror.

'Yes, Emily, red hair not very tall. You're going out with her dad tonight,' Naomi replied. Sometimes she wondered if Gina even realised how blonde she sounded when she asked questions.

'Thank you for the information Naomi, but I do know who Emily is. I just didn't realise you two were spending any time together.'

'Well we are, so I'd appreciate it if you could hurry up so we can have some space.'

'Space?' Gina questioned, her eyes narrowing at her daughter.

'You're being very annoying, you know that?'

Gina turned to face Naomi, her hands out in query. Naomi rearranged her hair, gave it a gentle shake and ran her fingers through it until it looked neat. Rolling her eyes, she reached for one of Gina's earrings and held it up.

'They don't match.'

Removing the other earring, Gina placed them both on the windowsill. 'I'm just trying to establish what I should tell my boyfriend when he knows his daughter will be spending the evening alone with my daughter.'

'Is it so strange that we want to spend some time together?' Naomi didn't think so, she stood in front of the mirror, rearranging her own hair until she was satisfied with where it stayed.

'It is when you have a second shower, put on perfume and stand staring at your reflection like you actually care.'

The colour drained from Naomi's face, she took a step backwards, her wrist consciously travelling to her nose to check the smell, despite knowing she had put on some perfume.

'I was just, trying it,' Naomi stuttered, trailing off at the knowing expression on Gina's face.

'I'll be sure to take Rob back to his place, give you girls some extra space.'

The colour returned to Naomi's cheeks in full force, painting her in red. She stared at Gina aghast.

'Mum!'

'All I said was space,' Gina shrugged, staring back in the mirror in order to apply lipstick.

Naomi scoffed, 'I know what you said and I know what you mean.'

'Just be careful love.'

The lack of comfort in the situation left Naomi feeling out of place. She chewed on her lip, watched Gina finish tidying herself up before finding the only words she could to diffuse the tense situation.

'Yes mother, I'll be sure to wear a condom so I don't get her pregnant,' Naomi rolled her eyes.

'Don't be so impertinent Naomi,' Gina called out, shaking her head in dismay. 'Emily's been through a lot, I don't want her to get hurt.'

'And I'm the first person you think of when you think about Emily getting hurt, thanks!'

The lack of faith left Naomi a little doubtful. She'd waited for the moment with Emily and now that it was finally there, she wasn't sure she knew what to do with it. Nerves suddenly hit in a bout of sickness, her stomach tying itself up in knots. She walked away from the mirror, sitting down at the kitchen table to stop her knees from shaking.

'I don't want you to get hurt either Naomi,' Gina assured her, following her into the room. 'Which is why I want you to be careful. You've only just found your feet again after what happened last year.'

'I know what I'm doing,' Naomi assured her, the tone of her voice betraying a sentence that was only now seeming false.

'Well that's good to know I suppose,' Gina mumbled, smirking to herself.

'Mum!' Naomi gasped. 'Stop. Just stop.'

'It's hardly difficult though, is it? You just have to do to each other what you do to yourself, at least I assume you do it to yourself, the noises I sometimes hear from your room late at night.'

Naomi gritted her teeth, her cheeks maintaining colour as she burrowed her face in her hands. If she didn't think she might collapse with nerves, she would have marched right out of the room.

'Calm down dear,' Gina called after her. 'I'm just teasing.'

'It's really not funny.'

'Anyway, best be off,' Gina announced, slipping a jacket around her shoulders. 'We're going for a posh meal. There's some oil in the cupboard if you need some.'

'What?'

'Oil, to put on salad, we ran out and I bought some more.'

*

The floor moved beneath his feet. It knocked him off balance and he landed in the chair suddenly. Emily stared at him with narrowed eyes, concern etched on her brown orbs. He shook his head, rubbed the sweat from his brow and forced a smile.

'Shouldn't have worked out so hard,' he muttered.

'Are you okay dad?' Emily checked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

'I'm fine, fine,' Rob stuttered, holding a hand up in protest at her fussing. 'You know how to look after your old man, but I'm fine. Honest I am.'

'We could stay home if you're not well,' Emily tried.

But Rob wasn't willing to give in. He shook his head, had to take a few deep breaths in order to feel a little better. He loved how much Emily cared for him, her hand still resting on his shoulder.

'I'm glad you're happy love,' Rob assured her, patting her hand. 'Now you go and enjoy yourself. Don't worry about me, alright? In fact I request that you and Naomi enjoy yourselves tonight.'

'Okay,' Emily smiled, kissing his cheek.

*

Naomi's heart began to race. She turned briefly, checked her appearance in the hall mirror and pulled up her top around her front. She didn't want to look too desperate, yet wanted to make sure she captured Emily's attention. She unlatched the door. Another wave of nerves hitting her, she hesitated until the door moved against her. Emily attempted to open it from the other side.

'Sorry, I was just,' she muttered, letting the door open fully.

'That's, erm, okay, erm,' Emily replied, her eyes falling downwards upon Naomi's upper body. The desired reaction only made Naomi more nervous.

'I, do you, do you want to, come in,' Naomi offered, flustered by the attention she didn't fully expect to get.

'It depends on if you're going to jump me or not,' Emily smirked, her lips curling up in a way that made Naomi blush.

'I'm sorry, it's too much, I shouldn't have,' Naomi replied, trailing off as she tried to cover herself up with her arms.

'No,' Emily smiled, reaching a hand out and taking her wrists. 'You look, well, you look like you want me to jump you.'

Naomi bit her lip, stared Emily in the eye with a look of dread and worry. Her heart beat faster, her palms growing sweaty. She tried to swallow but a large lump seemed permanently lodged in her throat.

'I've never felt so nervous in my life,' she muttered, before regretting the words. 'Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.'

The only reaction was an insanely large grin on Emily's face. 'You're starting to sound like me before the debate, it's okay Naomi.'

'It's not, I've never, I've never done this.'

'We've had sex Naomi, I think tonight will be pretty much the same as that,' the frown on Emily's face turned to a smirk. 'At least that's what I was hoping for.'

'Yeah but I've never told anyone, I've never, I, never told, I lo,'

'I love you,' Emily filled in the blank when Naomi's voice trailed off, her lips quickly moving to Naomi's until the two of them were kissing.

'Oh,' Naomi replied, staring into deep brown eyes with a mixture of fear and love. 'I love you too.'

'There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?'

Naomi narrowed her eyebrows. 'Are you joking? My heart is beating so fast that I wonder if it's going to beat out of my chest.'

'I think I know how we can slow that down,' Emily whispered, her lips travelling back to Naomi's in a mixture of lips and tongues. Gentle, slow movements speeding up with desire. The stairs slipped out from under Naomi as Emily pushed her backwards, landing on top of her, her lips pressed against Naomi's neck.

'Stop,' Naomi sighed. 'I have plans.'

'What sort of plans?' Emily asked, not moving from the prison she had created for Naomi.

'Dinner, a DVD, a bit of romance.'

'Romance?' Emily grinned, pushing herself up to her feet, releasing Naomi. 'Don't think I want to miss that.'

'You're a lot feistier when you want to be,' Naomi pointed out, allowing Emily to help her to her feet.

'I think you'll find there's a lot you don't know about me.'

'As long as I can learn.'

'Maybe,' Emily grinned cheekily, turning around and walking off towards the kitchen, leaving Naomi taken aback by how the evening had already panned out.

'The kitchen is not for the guest,' Naomi noted, taking control when she spotted Emily making herself a drink. 'You should go into the lounge, what do you want?'

'A coke if you have some.'

'I thought you might go for that since that's the only drink I've seen you have in the last few days. I got some for you especially, so you'd better stick around.'

'Actually I was planning on leaving after I've had this. I'm feeling pretty tired.'

'Don't you dare! I ordered pizza and wedges, the best wedges you'll ever have from a fast food place.'

'Really? Can it even give South London's Arty's Pizza Place a run for its money?'

'Well, I'm not sure it could beat South London's whatever.'

'Just call it SLAPP, it's what everyone else does.'

'What a stupid name,' Naomi noted.

'And what is your wonderful Pizza restaurant called?'

'The leaning tower of Pizza,'

Emily rolled her eyes and scoffed. 'I don't know what's worse, that you said that without throwing up or that it is actually named that.'

'Just you wait until you taste it, you'll never laugh at its name again.'

'One day I'll take you to SLAPP and you'll take back this conversation.'

Naomi rolled her eyes, ushering Emily towards the lounge. 'Sure.'

*

The ambulance jerked about as they sped down the road. Gina's hand clenched tightly to Rob's, her attention turned to the worried expression on the paramedic's face. She silently begged to whatever may control the Earth, a sort of prayer for the man she loved.

'Robert Fitch, collapsed at a restaurant, suspected heart attack.'

Gina followed the trolley into the hospital room, didn't let go of Rob's hand, kept her fingers wrapped tightly around it. She continued to pray to something, anything to get him through.

'I'm sorry, but you're going to have to wait outside.'

A tall man with glasses ushered her into a corridor, a plain, white, depressing corridor. She longed for the comforting, warm red of her hallway or the yellow of her bedroom. Anything but blinds being closed and doors with signs on them.

'Emily,' she sighed, rushed back down the corridor in search of a pay phone. Eventually went outside in order to use her mobile, forgetting completely until she'd reached the exit, that she could have used it indoors.

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A tongue was sliding into her mouth when Emily first thought she heard the phone. She pulled away, listened for a moment before being attacked again by Naomi's lips. Distracted by the passion, the desire that seemed to have grown between them.

'Didn't last long,' Emily moaned into a kiss, glancing at the opened DVD and the unopened pizza box.

'I need you,' Naomi gasped, working her way down Emily's exposed chest.

Emily closed her eyes, wrapped a hand through Naomi's hair, her other reaching for the waist of her skirt. It was a fumbled mess of hands and mouths exploring places they weren't used to going. Naomi's legs trapped Emily's hand between them, forcing her to continue her quest.

'Jesus fucking hell,' Naomi called out, her mouth beside Emily's ear, her lips pressing against her neck until she collapsed on top of her.

The plan was to relax, to watch a DVD, have a few drinks and enjoy the night. The next thing Naomi knew, she was on the floor, her back scraping against the rough carpet, Emily's hands clawing at the sides of her skirt.

'Is that the phone?' Emily asked, but her voice disappeared into a deep groan when Naomi pulled her on top of her. Their lips collided again, Naomi's teeth tugging at the edge of her lip.

Her voice came out in short gasps. 'They'll, call, back.'

'Please,' Emily cried out, wrapping her hands around Naomi's head, holding it in place in her lap. 'More, fuck, I fucking love you.'

Her vision grew blurred, her hips lifting off the floor, her fingers gripping tighter to Naomi's hair. Emily let out a loud moan, gasping for breath whilst Naomi's kisses travelled along her stomach, moving up to her lips. They kissed, their tongues playing together in their mouths as they wrapped themselves up in each other's arms. Emily's breathing slowed down gradually, until it returned to normal.

'Didn't think it's ever be that good,' Naomi whispered, her lips pressing a kiss against Emily's head, her words muffled by hair.

'Neither.'

A ringing, appearing louder, pulled the two of them out of their passionate embrace. Naomi sat up, turned to Emily with a concerned expression.

'I told you it was the phone,' Emily smiled, tugging Naomi back down when she tried to stand up. 'They'll call back.'

'They already did,' Naomi frowned, sliding a t-shirt over her shoulders and stepping into her underwear. She walked out of the room, stopping by the door to grin back at Emily. 'Don't go anywhere.'

There was no intention of leaving, ever again. Emily took a pillow from the sofa and lay back against it, allowing her eyes to close. Thoughts filled her conscious; Naomi's hands, Naomi's tongue, Naomi's smell.

'Emily fucking get changed.'

Naomi's voice. The panicked tone made Emily open her eyes, just in time to catch a t-shirt and bra being thrown at her. She sat up, did as Naomi said, before asking why.

'Emily,' Naomi's voice grew dark, her hands reaching out to Emily's. A sense of foreboding smashed apart the extremely happy mood.

Her voice came out tiny. 'What is it?'

'It's your dad, mum just called, he's in the hospital.'

*

When Emily and Naomi arrived Gina felt worse. She wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter, thankful for her life once again. Then she turned to Emily, pulled her into an even tighter hug. She was worried, not just about Rob, but about what would happen to Emily if he wasn't okay.

'Where is he?' Naomi asked, sliding an arm around Emily's waist when Gina pulled away.

'He's in the room,' Gina pointed across the corridor. 'They said we might be able to see him soon.'

Emily looked up into Gina's eyes, watery layers covering her own. 'Katie?'

'I've called her,' Gina assured her, reaching a hand out to squeeze Emily's.

After ten tense minutes, the three of them sat side by side, a doctor emerged from the room. Emily was the first to stand up, dragging Naomi to her feet beside her. Gina took a deep breath, had to find every inch of courage to join them.

'He's stable,' the doctor spoke. 'You can go in and see him, but only for a moment.'

Emily followed him into the room, not looking back for asking for permission. The two Campbells followed after, staying a step behind to allow Emily access to her father.

'Oh God,' Emily gasped, leaning against the bed to steady herself. Naomi stepped over, wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. She let her head fall against Naomi's shoulder.

Naomi stroked her cheek with her hand. 'It's going to be okay.'

A loud groan came from Rob. Gina moved up the other side of the bed, took his hand and perched on the edge of the bed. The three of them gathered around as Rob opened his eyes slightly, tugging the oxygen mask from his mouth in order to speak.

'Jenna?'

'I should go and find a doctor,' Gina muttered, betrayal disappearing from her face quicker than she could walk across the room towards the door.

'Daddy,' Emily cried out, removing herself from Naomi's side in order to reach out for Rob's hand. She stepped as close as she could, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cried against his neck.

*

The doctor entered the room. Emily leaning against Naomi's side as they walked out. Naomi let a sympathetic smile creep onto her lips when she caught Katie's eye across the corridor. Katie stood up, Jenna stepping forwards beside her.

'Is he okay? Gina said he'd woken up? This is well bad.'

'He's stable,' Naomi whispered after realising Emily wasn't going to speak. 'That's what they said before he woke up.'

'Do you think they'll let me see him?' Katie asked her mother, looking to her for the answers.

Tuning voices out, Emily took tentative steps towards the chairs. She couldn't stand up any longer. She sat down, pulled Naomi down with her, wrapping her arms around her waist so that her head could rest on her shoulder. Naomi sighed, followed her lead and pulled her in tight.

'What the fuck?' Katie snapped when Jenna was out of earshot. She stood in front of Naomi and Emily, her eyes narrowing with confusion.

Naomi ran her fingers along Emily's cheek. 'We're together, okay?'

'Oh fantastic,' Katie groaned, sitting down.

They looked happy. No matter how angry, or annoyed Katie was feeling about the situation, she still couldn't help notice how much they obviously cared for each other. She watched Naomi place a kiss on top of Emily's head.

She rolled her eyes. 'Do you mind?'

'No, I don't,' Naomi replied, shaking her head.

They'd fixed things, they'd worked towards something that wasn't bad and Katie had been thankful. She felt the hard work pulled to shreds as she watched Emily and Naomi together. She felt sick and not because of her sister and Naomi. She felt guilty, again. She felt angry that she'd broken up the only relationship she'd ever had. But mostly, she was heartbroken because she'd let herself down.

'I don't want to have to watch this,' Katie snapped.

Naomi sighed. 'Katie, Rob's ill, can you at least be nice? For him?'

Could she? She wasn't sure. She didn't want to be there and not because of Rob. She needed to be there because of him. But she didn't want to be there beside her supposed friend and sister. She couldn't let it go, knew she had to, but had trouble actually doing it. In the end she distracted her thoughts, tried to focus on her dad instead. She'd only just found him again, the thought of losing him was too much to bare.

'We can go see him,' Jenna announced, reaching a hand out for Katie to take. She smiled, took it and followed her towards the room.

*

Gina was sitting with a cigarette in her hand when Naomi approached her. She took it off her, broke it in half and threw it to the floor. Gina looked at her in protest, but stayed silent.

'Don't be fucking stupid mother.'

'What do you want?' Gina asked.

'Emily's going to come back to ours, to stay while Rob's in here,' she sighed, leaning against the wall and wishing she hadn't broken the cigarette. 'Don't have any more, do you?'

'Don't be fucking stupid Naomi,' Gina mimicked.

Naomi rolled her eyes and fished through her pockets, which she knew were empty. She had to do something, anything to avoid the tension she could feel beginning to blanket them.

Gina finally spoke again, 'She can't.'

'Why not?' Naomi gasped.

'I'm not her mum Naomi, her mum is upstairs with her dad. She should be with her.'

The tone of Gina's voice reminded Naomi of something, she couldn't place it, but knew it wasn't positive. She chewed on her lip, dug her tooth a little deeper into the skin, then stopped. A distant reminder to make sure Emily wasn't doing the same with her fingers set alarm bells off in her mind. Every other thought falling out of her head.

'Tell that to Emily, she needs us mum. We have to let her come to ours.'

Gina followed her back into the hospital and up to the ward where Rob was now sleeping. Jenna and Katie talked to the doctor, whilst Gina sat down on a chair.

'Well?' Emily asked, wrapping her arms around Naomi's body.

'I'm sorry, she said no.'

Tears immediately slid down Emily's cheeks. 'But, I, Naomi.'

'Mum,' Naomi tried again, begging her with her voice.

'You should be with your family,' Gina muttered, her voice tired.

'Please,' Emily begged, wiping her eyes.

Jenna interrupted the discussion. 'You can come and stay with us.'

'I don't want to,' Emily gasped. 'I want to stay with Gina.'

Gina's voice grew stronger and louder, her tone changing from its usual cheery self to hard and cold. 'You fucking can't.'

'I don't have anywhere else to go,' Emily cried out, holding onto Naomi's wrists. 'Please Naomi.'

'I'm sorry,' Naomi sighed, distracted by her mother's head resting in her hands. 'I'm sorry.'

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