Hey all! Thank you to whoever left that review on the last chapter! I really wasn't expecting anything so thank you very much! Alright, so this chapter didn't flow as much while I wrote it, mainly because I'm still setting up for the rest of the story. We'll make it through it! ;) I know there isn't a lot of Naomily interaction in this one and in general, but it will pick up I promise! Just for clarification the large passages of text in italics are memories of Naomi's. Alright on with it. Whoever is reading (if anyone) enjoy!

P.S. WHO ELSE SAW THE VIDEO WITH KAT AND LILY!?I almost died. Naomily is still together in season 7, I just hope they end that way.

I don't own skins/ buffy but if I did I would have an entire season of Naomily and Giles would sing in every episode.

Chapter 2

Naomi's POV

Before I could even pick my jaw off of the floor I heard the distinct snickering from my best friend. I turn to see her grinning at me.

"Cute."

"What are you on about now Eff?" Completely exasperated and confused from the entire exchange with mystery girl, which I have now officially dubbed her seeing as she didn't give me her name. "Cheeky girl." I mutter to myself, which I'm sure only furthers my run as the town loon, much to Effy's pleasure.

"You'll see." Effy replies with her signature head tilt, which does nothing but irritate me, as usual.

"I'm not going to play into your little mind reading skit today, I'm not in the mood."

"I'm sure you're in the mood for something else entirely... See you in class." As she waltzes out of the library, far to quickly for me to even think of a response. Bitch.

I still have some time to kill before college actually starts, so I decide to spend it with the rest of the group. Including me there is six of us, JJ, Thomas, Pandora, Cook, Effy and myself. There used to be seven but that was before... with this thought my mind unintentionally drifts back to my nightmare, I can almost hear the scream if I listen hard enough.

Shaking my head physically removing my fears, I focus on my group of friends. There's JJ, the least physically intimidating member of the gang, but he is a total sweet heart who would do anything for his friends. He's nice enough, but he does have the rather annoying tendency to lock on. He became a part of the group because him, Freddie and Cook were a trio. It was all or none. Then there is Thomas, a rather intimidating man if you didn't know him, he recently came over from Congo and cemented his place in our group. He's an extremely nice guy once you speak to him, an absolute teddy bear. He goes hand in hand with his girlfriend Pandora, the two of them are sickeningly in love. If I didn't love the both of them it would piss me off. Pandora is... well lets just say she's unique, but Thomas loves her for it. I first met her through Effy, I'm not really sure how their friendship works but it does, that's all that matters. Last but certainly not least, is Cook. Cook comes off as a bad boy, with an I don't give a fuck attitude. He puts up a hard front but he's really a very caring person on the inside. It's why Cook and I get a long so well, we understand each other.

Oh yeah, and Cook just so happens to be a werewolf, which really was the start of this entire gang. There was a rogue werewolf around town destroying property and attacking people, thankfully he hadn't been able to kill anyone, but he was certainly causing a number of questions to arise. It was my job to kill him, but I couldn't do it. By the time I was able to track him down it was just turning into morning and I chased him into the woods, where he ultimately changed back into his human form. I found Cook laying on the ground completely starch, I saw more of him than I would have liked to that day. Giles, my watcher, had run into something like this previously when he was in California so he knew what to do. Now whenever it's time for the full moon we lock Cook up in a cage. But like I said Cook, Freddie and JJ come as a package, so they were quickly allowed to know my secret. At this point I had just told Effy, she would have found out anyways seeing as she was dating Freddie, which in turn brought Pandora into the mix, who quickly told Thomas. And now more people know my secret than I would like to, but I have to admit it's nice to have a support group, to have people who understand what I am really going through. Which is why I can never allow another one of my group to be hurt, I won't allow it.

"Naomikins!" Cook yells as he pulls me into a bone crushing hug that go hand in hand with a greeting from him. As much as his hugs aggravate the hell out of me sometimes, I know he's only doing it to reassure the fact that I haven't died during patrol the previous night. I know this because he told me during one of our heart to hearts.

"Cook, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot Naomi, babe, what's on that mind of yours?"

"Why don't you give everyone a hug when you first see them? Why only me?" He looks at me as if I asked him why the sky was blue.

"Well that's easy ain't it?" Despite the fact that he says it's easy, he quickly looks away from me, obviously deep in thought. I know him enough to let him stay inside of his head until he's ready to talk. Feelings and expressing them is always difficult for Cook and I.

He looks back at me with a look of pure sadness and regret, "I do it 'cause of Freds." He must have seen the confused look on my face because he continued on, "It's somefin in my head. Even if I know your alright, I hafta to do it. Your out at night fighting an shit and it I'm afraid for ya. When I hug ya it's like I can finally let go of the breath I've been holdin. It reassures me ya know...that your alright. I know it's crazy. I'll stop if ya want, give you-" I cut him off with a hug before he can finish his sentence.

"Don't stop. I get it... I get it."

All of passes through my head within a few seconds and I don't even realize that Cooks put me down and that he's talking to me. "Are ya even listening babe? Did you even hear a word any of us has had?"

"Sorry Cookie, stuck in my head for a bit. What were you saying?"

"I was asking who that fit bird was, wouldn't mind have a little wiggle waggle wif her."

I shouldn't be so angry at his comment, but I am, and not even because I couldn't answer his question if I wanted to, seeing as mystery girl didn't give me her name. I'm mad because for a split second I imagine Cook having his little "wiggle waggle" and for the first time ever, I want to beat the shit of Cook. Instead of answering his question and in order to keep myself from physically hurting one of my best mates, I fall upon my safety blanket, sarcasm.

"Can you think of nothing but getting your dick damp for more than five minutes?!"

"All I'm saying is, I'm hot, she's hot, we'd get together and it'd feel alright."

"You couldn't make her feel alright if you stapled your tongue to her clit and stood on a cement mixer." This resulted in a loud and boisterous laugh from Cook.

"I get it blondie, you got your eye on 'er. Cookie monster knows when to stay away."

"That's not wh- you know what forget it, I'm heading to class."

"But its wicked early Naomi, you must be bonkers to go to class early We're having a whizzer time here. It's not better than surfin turfin but Thommo says we can't do that in the library anymore because I'm to bonkers. "

"It's alright Pandapops, you still got the Cookie monster to keep you company. Let grumpy pants mope around eh?"

With the lovely image of Panda and Thomas "making monkey" in my sanctuary I quickly leave my friends behind for the solitude of my empty classroom. To no surprise, the classroom is completely empty, Just the way I like it. I take this time to think about the events of the night and the morning, especially the run in with a particular red head that won't stop invading my thoughts already. Her smell, I didn't really think about it when I was near her but she a smell that made me at ease and stand on edge all at the same time. She smelled of lilac and mint, a combination that I'm certain if it was on another, I would hate. What is it with her?! I don't even know her and she's occupying more of my thoughts than most people I've known my whole life. And for this exact reason, whatever it is that was happening in the library, whatever it could be, I can't let it happen. I can't afford to be distracted.

"I'm a what?" I must have looked completely perplexed by this because the man who introduced himself as Giles, answers.

"You're a slayer, you're the slayer, well there always seems to be a bit of a gray area with that aspect, but that besides the point. Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. You alone wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. You are the Slayer."

"So let me get this straight. I'm a vampire slayer? Like stake, garlic, Van Helsing, vampire slayer? You're having a laugh."

"Stakes, yes, but the Garlic is a common misconception and contrary to popular belief Van Helsing did not kill Dracula. Funny story, I actually ran into Dracula, very interesting, I'll tell you about that another time, I'm straying."

Giles continues on, "Haven't you wondered why you've become so strong recently? Broken anything recently, things a normal person could never break? Why if you get cut it is healed so quickly? Lighter on your feet, more agile? Hearing better, better eye sight, smell, touch? How about your dreams." He take off his glasses, inspecting them all over, taking a handkerchief out of his tweed jacket to clean the lenses. "Maybe a dream with two young American girls, one blonde one brunette? Buffy and Faith, the other slayers. Or better yet, a dream with a very mysterious savage woman in Africa? I'm sure you have, just as I'm sure you are wondering who she is. It's no coincidence you dream of these people, see every slayer has a psychic connection to past slayers and this link comes out in dreams."

"Wait, so you're telling me that I'm pretty much a superhero and I have a psychic link to dead slayers? Well that's something new that I could pull out at parties.." I mumble the last part to myself having the distinct feeling that Giles isn't keen on the slayer having loads of fun.

"Well, you're supposed to only have links to dead slayers but things have been a bit unconventional since Buffy's been a slayer. To make a long story short, she died...twice, which then led to a string of events that allowed Faith to become a slayer and ultimately somehow, to you. As of right now, there is three slayers including you." He let's this information sink in for a bit. At the very least I know that I'm not alone in this, that there is two others our there who can understand and relate to my situation.

Giles continues, " The first slayer was created in Africa, as you've seen in your dreams no doubt, by a group called the Shadow Men. They used powerful and very dangerous magic to infuse the soul and spirit of a demon into a girl they had held captive. She received all of the strengths and powers that you now possess, she was the first slayer. These Shadow Men made it their job to train the slayer and the succession of slayers that follow, they are now known at the Watcher,s Council, a bunch of useless Jeeves if you ask me. I used to work with them until... complications arose. We have an agreement now though that allows me to your Watcher. It'll be my job to train you and prepare for the fight against darkness. I hope your ready because the Apocalypse is coming and you are the only one who can stop it... we start training tomorrow."

And of course, Giles was right, the tosser, the apocalypse was indeed coming and it was the first one that he and I fought off together. I say first because we've supposedly seen the end of the world three times, which he assures me is still less than Buffy had seen at my age. By my age Buffy had already died and came back once, girl was like a cat, nine lives and all that.

So you see, I can't afford to be distracted, I can't afford to let someone take over my time. I need to be able to focus solely on saving the world every year or so. I needed to stay focused, which is why having mystery girl occupy so much time already has bothered me so much. Just gotta push her out Campbell, you met her once, just forget it. As I think this, I look up to see that the entire classroom has filled up unbeknownst to me. As I attempt to get myself ready for the monotonous subject of philosophy, I notice the shade of red that has been plaguing me all morning. She's sitting all the way to the right side of the room, a few seat in front of me, just far enough ahead so I can't see her face but I can see her beautiful hair. I spend the entire class thinking about how soft her hair must be, how it was probably the source of the lilac that I smelt earlier and how that hair color would look between my legs. What! I'm only human. I realize that I haven't listened to a word that teacher has said and I couldn't give a damn. But to say that this class wasn't productive would be be wrong because I've come to the conclusion to talk to her, if only to just find out what her name is because I can't keep calling her mystery girl in my head forever.

By the time that class is over I steel my resolve, I WILL talk to her and find out her name if it's the last thing I do. The teacher dismisses us and I quickly assemble my things in order to make a quick chase over to mystery girl, who quickly left the room as soon as the teacher dismissed us. I almost knock over a kid I've never even seen before, let alone know that he was in my class.

"In a rush there eh Naomi?" I vaguely look in the direction of Jamie, a brown haired skater of average height and stocky build. He occasionally hangs out with the group but he's not in on the secret, keeping him at arms length unintentionally. He's a nice enough guy and he clicks with the group but he kind of bland, and our group is anything but. To put it simply, he's forgettable.

"Uh, yeah a bit." I feel bad for a millisecond for the quick brush off before my mind returns to the red head. I rush out into the corridor, thankfully not bulldozing anyone else in my attempt to catch up the girl. I look about the corridor searching for the shade that's kept my attention all class. I almost give up before I see a flash of red and quickly follow. I finally catch up to her at her locker where she is putting her books away. I quietly sneak up behind her, in hopes of catching her off guard as punishment for being so cheeky earlier. I get close enough so that when I talk she can hear me, but not so close as to creep her out or scare her.

"So... been tied up by anyone else recently?" I asked with a satisfied smirk on my lip. Happy with what I'm able to come up with... even though it took me all morning to figure out what to say. She turns around and I expect to see a smirk on her lips. That is not what I see.

"What the hell did you just say to me?! Do you just go up to random strangers in a hallway and ask them something like that?! Is that your idea of a good time! Jesus Christ, I knew coming to this place would be terrible, now I know for sure with creeps like you walking around."

Through her rant I realize that it's not her, it's not mystery girl. The fuck?!

"But.. wh..? Who are you?"

"I'm Katie fucking Fitch, who the fuck are you!?" Shit. I may be the slayer, but this girl frightens me. She is not someone that I want to be on the bad side of. She looks so much like mystery girl, but on closer inspection I can see subtle differences between them. She has much rounder cheeks, her hair is a shade darker than mystery girls, and most notably she has a lisp. And if I had paid even the slightest attention I would have noticed that they are wearing completely different clothing. Mystery girl had on a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt and a cardigan. This girl has a tight black shirt with a leopard print top. How the fuck did I not notice that?! Jesus Naomi, get out of your head.

"I... I'm sorry, I thought I knew you. You look almost exactly like someone I met earlier."

"Oh Christ, this shit again. How does she always get girls so quickly. Right, you got me confused with my sister, the fucking woman whore. How she manages to attract fucking followers on the first day is beyond me. Only she'd think being greeted by bondage was acceptable. Fucking lezza."

"I'm sorry, woman whore?"

"You know, man whore but with women, what are you daft? I swear if she wasn't my sister I wouldn't deal with her idiot groupies."

"Oi! I'm not groupie!"

"Whatever, you have Fitched written all over you." She replies with a knowing smirk that would give even Effy a run for her money.

Because I was so distracted by Katie fucking Fitch's confession of her sister being a "woman whore" I didn't notice the object of my affection sneak up behind her sister.

"Katie what the fuck did you say, she looks like she been electrocuted!" I'm guessing the shock of of Katie being able to read me so quickly was still very apparent on my face. If someone I had just met was able to read me so easily, then I'm well and truly fucked.

"I didn't say anything bitch, a little appreciation would be nice once in a while seeing as your lezzas always confuse me for you. Really, Emily pick some girls who are smart enough to tell us apart next time yeah?" With that she slams her locker and storms away down the corridor. Throughout this entire exchange the hall gradually empties and pretty soon its just me and Emily left. Emily. Shit say something Naomi, anything to break this silence.

"Soooo... woman whore eh?"

"Oh Christ, what did Katie say?"

"Nothing much really, she was only reacting to my idiocy."

"What do you mean?" A slight smile on her face.

I look down at the floor in embarrassment, unable to look her in the eyes when I say this, "I may have...mentioned something about you being tied up thinking that she was you." And quite frankly, the embarrassment was completely worth it to hear the throaty and husky laugh let Emily lets roll down the hallway. I could get used to that laugh, hearing that laugh could become my life's goal. Once again reminding myself that I can't allow that to happen because I have duties. Who am I kidding, you can't run away from this if you tried. No, no, I cant allow it. Really Naomi? How much damage would being friends with her do? Just friends, you can manage friends. With this internal conflict clearly showing on my face, I quickly find a way to get out this situation, at least for now.

"Um, I should probably go to class, I'm already a bit late."

"Shit yeah, me too. I'll see you later Naomi?"

And I swear I almost lost all of my resolve then and there to keep it friendly when I hear her say my name. The only way that it would be better is if it was said while- STOP THOSE THOUGHTS. I visibly shake my head to get me out of my stupor and oh so elegantly reply, "Oh.. uh yeah. See you later Emily."

I walk away down the corridor as Emily walks down the opposite way, but quickly turn around at the sound of my name. "Oh and Naomi? Try not to push anyone up against the wall yeah?" I can see the smirk on her face. I bite my lower lip as I remember the feel of her against me and I let my mind wander back to that incident in the library for a moment longer before I reply back to her.

"Of course not Ems, that only reserved for you." I send a wink in her direction and turn back down the corridor but not before I see a slight blush appear on her cheeks. Ha! Who got the last hit now Fitch.