AN: Thank you to everyone for your patience with this story, I know the later chapters were a bit spaced out, I think that was partly down to the fact that I started writing this fiction whilst in the USA and since coming home I spent some time not thinking about it so I guess it gave me too much time away. Anyway. I appreciate all of your comments and feedback throughout the story. I hope you all enjoy this final chapter.

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The seat was uncomfortable and hard, the room was still cold and the blast of warm air from the engine of the coach was slowly evaporating into the air as she watched it drive away. She regretted not getting on the coach, regretted using her money to pay for something she hadn't even done. The coach would have been warm and the seat comfortable. Instead she was still in the bus station. But no matter how much she denied it, she didn't really want to leave. Bristol was her home, it was all she knew and the thought of ending up in another town somewhere she didn't even know with nothing and no one was petrifying.

"Fuck," she groaned, leaning back against the metal seat.

She didn't want to cry, she'd thought the tears had dried up, but as she watched the coach disappear through the entrance she felt cold, wet drops hit her cheeks. Her life was a mess. No matter how many times she tried to put a positive spin on it, there was nothing positive about her life.

"She's gone dad, she's gone," a voice was shouting behind her, a familiar voice that made her cry even more. Emily. She turned in her seat and caught sight of the red head, looked back into her brown eyes with blurry vision.

"Emily?" she whispered.

Realisation in Emily's eyes suggested she saw her too, "Naomi?"

There was a huge part of Naomi that wanted to jump out of the seat and run into Emily's arms, but she didn't know why Emily was there, had no idea if she had come for her, or just to say goodbye. She stood whilst Emily moved towards her slowly, tentative steps.

"You didn't leave," she muttered, her voice laced with tears.

"No."

There was an unexpected level of rage building inside of her. No matter how much she'd lied to Emily, she hadn't been the one to throw her out when she had no where to go. It hurt to be rejected when she had nothing and for a moment that was all she could think about. Tear stained eyes grew red and continued to leak tears, her nostrils flared and she wanted to hit something. But then Emily was stood in front of her, her eyes so sympathetic and sorrowful.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done or said what I did," she whispered, her voice almost broken.

An apology was enough. Naomi had always thought that the word sorry meant little and fixed nothing, but hearing it was all she needed to fall into Emily's arms. She pushed her face into Emily's shoulder, sobbing heavily. It took less than a second for Emily's arms to reach around her back, to pull her closer and comfort her immensely. Naomi had spent hours thinking she had nothing, spent hours believing that nobody cared. One second in Emily's arms and she felt at home. She knew that she'd made the right decision and though the future still looked daunting, she felt comforted by the warmth of her girlfriend.

"You're shaking," Emily stated, rubbing her back as though to warm her.

"I'm cold," Naomi chattered.

The cold had become so familiar that she hadn't even noticed how cold she'd become. Being in Emily's arms, her body heat overwhelmingly present, only made Naomi feel colder. It was like holding onto a hot water bottle that didn't lose it's energy.

"We're taking you home," Emily assured her, keeping an arm around her shoulder as they walked out of the station arm in arm.

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The drive back to the Fitch house was fairly silent. Where Emily had previously sat in the front seat, she opted for the back so that she could hold Naomi. Since they'd found her, she hadn't wanted to let her go, was so busy thinking about keeping their skin touching in one way or another that she couldn't think about anything else, like conversation. Rob was talking and Naomi was mumbling responses, but Emily just wanted to sit with her girlfriend in her arms and help her warm up. The car was boiling in a hope to heat Naomi up some and though Emily felt like she was going to roast, she didn't care if it was going to help Naomi.

"Where have you been?" Jenna shouted to her husband before they'd even walked in the door. Emily followed him inside, Naomi's fingers tucked carefully into hers.

"Naomi!" Gina gasped, catching sight of her daughter.

It was difficult to give up the hold on Naomi to make way for Gina to greet her daughter. Emily took a step backwards, reluctantly, as mother and daughter hugged for a while. She felt lost in her own home, lost without that blonde hair brushing against her neck, or the chipped fingernails digging into her tight grasp.

"You did the right thing," Rob smiled, wrapping an arm around her neck, pride shining in his eyes.

"I just did what I had to."

The room was painfully quiet. Emily watched as mother and daughter clung to each other, muttering things as though what they were saying mattered. But the happiness on their faces suggested nothing did.

"I am so sorry for not believing you Naomi, I was wrong and I'm sorry for drinking, for everything."

Naomi was crying, her face contorted with anguish, "I'm scared mum, I'm so scared."

"I know and it's my fault, I didn't do my job, I didn't protect you," Gina sobbed back, holding her daughter close again. "That's going to change."

"But how? What are we going to do? How are we going to get through this?"

"I'm not sure, but we'll work it out. We'll work it all out, together."

Despite Emily's continuous desire to reach out to Naomi and be the only person she clung onto, she knew she should stay back. She wasn't sure whether to stay in the room, or give the Campbell's time alone. Thankfully her question was answered for her.

"Here's some tea," Jenna announced, bringing in a tray of mugs and placing it on the table, before sitting down.

"Thank you, thank you so much," Gina smiled, accepting a mug and sitting down too.

Rob re-entered the room and Emily realised she hadn't even noticed him leave, "Got you a blanket Naomi."

It was a strange scene in so many ways. Emily, her parents and Naomi and her mum sat around the lounge drinking tea and talking about the job her dad was offering. In all other circumstances, Naomi would have been the brunt of a bad conversation, but for once she was merely a bystander as the parents talked. Emily had sat down beside her own mum, on the opposite side of the room, she watched Naomi holding the blanket around her and wished she was closer.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, repeating her apology across the room, cutting through the discussions.

"It's okay," Naomi assured her, her teeth no longer chattering.

There wasn't much space on the other sofa, beside Naomi, but Emily walked over anyway and forced herself into the small gap. She made up for it by wrapping her arms around Naomi, clinging to her and planting a soft kiss on her girlfriend's lips. Pulling back the two girls noticed their parents watching them; Emily couldn't help but smile at her mother's disapproving eyes.

"So where are you going to stay?" Emily asked, ignoring the tension building in the room.

"We're not sure," Gina announced, looking more than embarrassed. "We can't really go back to, well, we just can't."

"You can stay here," Emily offered, not consulting with her parents, who looked anything but impressed.

"Now Emily, I'm not sure if," Jenna began, but Emily had already interrupted her.

"They have no where else to go."

Rob considered the option, "A couple of nights won't hurt."

"Rob!"

"As long as Naomi's not sleeping in your bed," he warned Emily, protectively.

Emily's fingers slid between Naomi's, they shared a slight grin as both their cheeks went red. As much as that was her intention, she knew she'd never get her way. But it didn't matter, she didn't care if she was sleeping in the same bed as Naomi or not. All that mattered was that she was righting the wrong she made days before, that she was giving Naomi the support she needed to rebuild her life.

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