Hey all! Thank you for the lovely reviews, you're all the best people in the world I swear. Alright so this is actually only half of the chapter that I was planning on getting out tonight but my friend had a bit of a fit today and this is all I have so far, so I figured better to give you a smaller update than planned and give the second half of the chapter (which I've been dying to write since I came up with the story) the full attention it needs. I'm looking to put the next part tomorrow night possibly? It depends on the amount of reading that I was supposed to do over the weekend but didn't and any other circumstances that might arise. Enough of my rambling, to the story.

P.S. I also went to Comicon today, resulting in an extremely tired Jess and probably some errors in the story lol also just a general note in regards to Comicon, I was honestly underwhelmed. That probably sounds terrible but I actually think it was a waste of money. A picture with John Barrowman or an autograph cost an arm and a leg and Patrick Stewart and William Shatners were the price of your first born child. And don't even get me started on the impossible panels. All of the the good ones filled up four hours before they even started, and there was only one good one! I digress. Anyone else have a similar experience though? I'm curious. I went with a bunch of people and we all left feeling the same way.

I don't own skins/buffy but if I did I would have made a full musical episode for skins.

Chapter 24

Emily's POV Pt. 1

It's been a week since, what Katie is calling the "unveiling", a full week since Naomi's has even looked in my direction let alone talk to me. I've tired talking to her, texting her, calling her, everything short of stalking her home, to try and have a moment to explain myself, but she's having none of it. In a way I know that I deserve this, that Naomi let herself become vulnerable, tell me things about herself while I held back. And I get it, I get that she's hurt and that she thinks that I betrayed her. And up until now I was giving her time, giving her time to work it out alone, to not pressure her, but I'm done waiting. I've been going easy for the past week, letting her brush me off, but not anymore. I get that she is hurt but doesn't she understand that I'm hurt also?! I must sigh loudly because Katie quickly speaks up.

"Just fucking go and see her already. Christ."

"It's the middle of the night, I couldn't do that." I shake my head, looking back to my English essay that's not being written.

"Don't give me that stupid excuse Emily. You know where she lives and where she patrols. You're just being a coward because you know you're in the wrong this time." My head snaps up from my paper and looks at Katie.

"I am not!" Kaite scoffs.

"Yes you are. Granted Campbell overreacted a bit but that doesn't change the fact that you hid this from her. And before you go and say she did it first, this is different and we both know it. You could have told her after you guys made up and it would be peaches and fucking cream right now."

"It's more complicated than that Katie."

"Well go and fucking explain it to her then, what are you doing wasting time here?!"

An hour and many false starts later, I find myself outside of Naomi's house, debating on whether I should go in or not. I pluck up the courage and knock on the front door, hoping that the blonde is home. The door opens and I see blonde… just not my blonde.

"Emily dear, I was wondering when you would stop by. Come in and have some tea." I follow Gina into the kitchen, knowing it's futile to argue with her once she has tea in mind. We take a seat at the table and nurse our cups of tea, a sense of foreboding and fear in the air… at least on my part. Suddenly Gina breaks the silence.

"I remember, a time a few years back, Naomi and I were at a protest. You see there was this rubbish corporation that was trying to build a new dumping station and to do so they were going to kill hundreds of trees. We we're all there, all the hippies as Naomi likes to call us. We did all of the normal things, picketed, petitions, strikes, nothing worked; they were going to bulldoze all of the trees down. The morning that the bulldozers were going to come we had all given up, thinking it was over, but not Naomi. She chained herself to the tree and stopped the bulldozers in their path. She stayed on the tree for two days, long enough for us to find some rubbish almost instinct bat and make the land the last safe haven for these animals, stopping the company's plans." She takes a sip of her tea.

"My point Emily, is that my daughter is a very stubborn individual, and when she's been hurt doubly so. And I know you've hurt her." I look up at Gina, tears threatening to fall. I go to say something but Gina holds her hand up to stop me.

"I know you didn't mean to, I can see it in your eyes dear. But I can also see into my daughters eyes. When she first met you I could see the spark in them again, see the love… I don't see that anymore. She's become very hard, very guarded, but every once in a while I see her when she doesn't know I'm looking and I know the truth. She's very hurt Emily. I haven't seen her upset since… since Freddie. So whatever it is that you need to do to get that light back into her eyes, I'm begging you as a mother, to do it. No matter how stubborn Naomi is, you can break her down."

"How!? She won't even look at me."

"Make her dear, you're a smart girl." She pats my hand and stands up from the table, grabbing our tea cup in the process, and bringing them over to the sink.

"She's out with Cook at Uncle Keith's, they're going out tonight. She's been drinking a lot lately. They've only just gone and you can get them before she's too far gone. Go to her Emily." I nod at her, stand up to leave and walk out before I turn back around and look at her.

"Thank you. You don't have to help me and you are… so thank you." Gina waves her hand in the air as if swatting down a fly.

"Think nothing of it, you make Naomi happy and she needs you even if she doesn't want to admit it. Fight for her."

I nod, "I intend to."

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A quick outfit change later and I'm standing inside of Keiths pub, dirtier and grimier than I remember it being. I look to the bar and see Naomi talking and laughing with a girl I don't know. I feel the rage build up inside of me, jealous of whoever this girl is that she could be talk to my Naomi. As quickly as my anger and jealousy arises, it falls when I see that Naomi's smile isn't really reaching her eyes and it looks forced and fake. Before I can observe any further I feel a hand on my arm.

"What the fuck are you doin' here red?!" Cook asks angrily.

"I need to talk to her Cook. I need to see her."

"I think you've done enough haven' you?" I sigh and rub both of my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"I need to explain to her, I need to tell her I lo… I need to explain." I can see Cook's eyes soften at my almost slip up, but he doesn't soften fully.

"I don' think I can let you Emily. You've fucked her up good and proper like. Been drinking her life away all week."

"… I know. But, I need to talk to her, please."

"I don't know Em-"

"What are you doing here?" I hear Naomi say coldly from behind me. I turn to look at her and can't help but be drawn into her eyes, which are colder and darker than I've ever seen.

"I need to talk to you." She tilts her head to the side and looks at me coldly.

"About?"

"You know what about Naomi." We stare at each other for a bit, neither wanting to give.

Naomi sighs, "Mine as well get it over with then." With that she walks towards the door and outside. I quickly follow her.

I see her in the alley between Kieths pub and another, a cigarette in hand. I take this opportunity to really have a good look at her and I can't help but be a bit shocked. She looks tired, so very tired. She has dark bags under her eyes and it looks as if she hasn't showered in a few days. The fact that she's smoking is alarming, along with the excess drinking. She thinks the cigarettes affect her slaying abilities and she hates being drunk in case she's needed. I lean against the wall, giving her enough space but still close.

"You're smoking now?" I ask her.

"Looks like." I sigh and turn to her fully.

"Naomi, listen I'm sorry. I should have told you, I should have told you a million times, I get that I'm sorry, I really truly am. But you have to understand that you lied to me to Naomi, you didn't tell me the truth until you were forced to." She laughs, shaking her head.

"You still don't get it do you? You really don't." The last part said almost to herself.

"Why don't you tell me then?" I plead. She looks at the ground, moving her shoes and kicking something away.

"Please Naoms." Her head snap up and I see pure fire in her eyes.

"No. No! You do not get to call me that Emily. Not anymore. You gave up that right when you decided to lie to me for fucking months. Months! Yeah, I didn't tell you right away, but the difference between you and I, is that I had every intention of telling you. Can you say the same?"

"I…I-I was going too eventually." She laughs again.

"There you go, fucking lying to me again. You're still hiding stuff from me. After everything that happened you're still fucking lying to me. Don't you fucking get it?!" She looks up at the sky and I let her collect her thoughts, knowing that she has more to say.

"When I lost Freddie… when we lost him I promised that I would never let anyone else in, never give anyone else the chance to be hurt. Everyone always thought that my only concern was that I didn't want anyone else to die, and that's part of it, of course it is. But the real part, the part that keeps me awake at night in paralyzing fear, is that I didn't want to let anyone else in because they could hurt me. When Freddie was killed I was so angry, so fucking angry at him for getting to me and then fucking leaving, just leaving me here to deal with everything without him. So I adopted my new motto, don't let anyone close who isn't already close. Don't give them the chance to fuck you up…and that's exactly what you did. I let you in and you fucking tore through my walls, I told you everything, every fear, every desire, every nightmare, and you fucking stomped on them. You made me think that I could do anything, that every dream I had would come true, that every fear was minuscule, that every nightmare would turn into a dream. You did all of this, you. And I fucking hate that you have this hold on me. I would have done anything for you, for us. And you fucking threw it all away." I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, only spurred on more by the cold and calculating look in Naomi's eyes.

"We're done here." She throws her cigarette to the ground and turns to leave.

"Naomi, please… I miss you." She stops her movements and turns to me. I could swear that I saw a tear fall down her cheeks but she quickly wipes it away, leaving me to wonder if it was just in my imagination. She turns back around and walks back into the pub, leaving me alone in the alleyway. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and for once let them take me over, not wanting to be in control anymore because it seems that I always fuck it up when I am.

By the time I'm all cried out I see Naomi and Cook leave the pub and make their way down the street, arms around each other's shoulders. Fuck this. You're not done Emily, not by a longshot. Stop groveling and do something.

"Get you're act together Fitch. You have a woman to get back."

What do you all think so far? Will Naomi succumb to Emily's future plans? Me thinks she has some ideas coming up ;)

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