A/N

Well, I never knew there would be so much animosity towards poor Ellie! I suppose that's a lesson for me, don't f*ck with Naomily, right? Ha ha... Anyway, muchos gracias for the excellent reviews. It warms my heart!

This is kinda short, because the next chapters gonna be a mofo... long, angsty and possibly smutty as hell. Don't blame me, I just work here!

I don't own Skins. Just as well huh?

On...

Emily

I got as far as the city before I woke up to what had been happening. To be honest my mind had been in so much of a spin since Katie arrived on my doorstep the other night, that events seemed to tumble on top of each other, totally out of my control. I had listened to Katie's endless moaning about the oh so obviously gay (well to anyone but Katie) designer boyfriend she had split with as soon as her plane landed at Heathrow. No sex, no romance, and now no platinum credit card. Poor her. Finally I had had enough.

"Katie" I said finally, when she paused for breath after 30 solid minutes "I've got something to tell you"

She looked round the lounge then, at last noticing the distinct lack of Danny, Danny's things, clothes, football boots, etc.

"Oh?" she said, raising a quizzical, impeccably plucked eyebrow "He's gone, is he?"

"Well. You were too good for him anyway Ems" she said airily "He was a shit shag anyway, right?"

I winced at her God given ability to turn every relationship into a sort of X Factor of sexual prowess. Katie had been with a lot of guys. But sooner or later it always came down to one thing. How big his dick was, and whether he could actually use it. Mostly not, if memory served...

"It wasn't the shagging. Well, not really" I said, slowly "Actually, I have a new partner.

"Fuck off Ems" she said, arching both eyebrows this time. "It usually takes you a year to get over a guy. Unless you were.. fuck, you didn't cheat on him, did you?"

"No " I said "my names Emily, not Katie" She flinched at that, but being Katie, stored it away for future ammunition. I knew exactly how she worked, after 23 years...

I took a deep breath before speaking this time. I knew what was going to happen

"Actually its a woman, well girl, oh I don't know, a fucking female, right?"

I glared at her, defying the inevitable nuclear blast.

After staring at me like I had just grown another head, she actually laughed out loud. Tears of amusement filled those perfectly made up eyes.

"A..a..a fucking GIRL?" she spluttered. "Aren't we both a bit past teenage experiments Emsy?"

"You might be hun" I said, remembering that time I caught her playing hide the finger with Samantha Martin in an empty classroom during a 6th form school party. She bugged me for weeks to never speak of it again, blaming the E's and some disgusting potato spirit one of the boys had cooked up in his dads shed. Fucking 'Distil Anything Magazine' had some questions to answer regarding obliterated taste buds. "But I'm obviously not"

"I thought Uni had sorted out your umm preferences" she said, with a puzzled frown "I mean like after that shit with Sarah, and err, what was her name, Chloe?"

"Zoe" I corrected her. "and no, it didn't. Danny was a mistake, and not just because he was a shit shag. I was sleepwalking into a life I didn't want, and now that's not happening any more. I'm happy Katie, really happy"

"Well fuck me with a well worn cucumber" she said, filling my mind with totally unnecessary imagery "OK babes, if that's what you wanna do with your life, that's cool. Mind you" she looked at me sideways "Mum will go absolutely apeshit. She was choosing wedding outfits before I flew to the States. Fucking hell, she thought the sun shone out of Danny's..."

"Yeah, OK already" I interrupted "Well she liked anyone I went out with, so long as they didn't have a vagina, remember?"

This time Katie laughed with me, not at me. "Right" she grinned "Remember that time you brought Sarah to dinner, just before you took your finals?"

"How could I forget" I grimaced "Mum spent the whole night looking like she was chewing a wasp, not salad leaves, and when our resident pervert, James made that crack about fingers and dykes, she nearly fucking exploded"

We both laughed at the memory of my mums horrified face. The naughty bar was heavily in use after my 'guest' had left...

"So what's her name then?" Katie probed, "When do I get to meet her, is she fit...does she..."

I put up my hand to stop her extending the questioning into even more intimate detail. My sister isn't such a homophobe nowadays, but she does tend to get gynaecological at times. I'm not sure my stomach could take it.

"Her names Naomi, she's rather beautiful...and... she's serving 10 years in my prison"

The world stopped then. I saw her expression change from utter shock, through wary amusement, because I think she thought I was taking the piss, to total bewilderment, and finally to full on purple Katie Fucking Fitch anger, all in the space of 3 seconds.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" she finally roared "Are you completely off your head Emily" Several flocks of birds took off from nearby rooftops, probably bringing forward their migration by several weeks. "She's a con? And not just a fucking convict, but one you are supposed to be in charge of?"

I could see all the negative permutations I had wrestled with myself crossing my sisters steel trap mind. This was going about how I thought it would. First the hurricane, then the calm. I waited for it to blow itself out. It took about 30 minutes in total. I was called a complete idiot, a cretin, a half wit, and many many other things I only vaguely remember. I have been the recipient of Katie's hair-dryer before, so knew eventually she would switch it off and listen.

"Finished?" I said, far too reasonably, which set off another rant, lasting a few minutes before, chest heaving and eyes still wide with shock, she sat the fuck down and stared at me for a second. Taking another deep breath, I tried again.

"I love her" I said simply. She rocked back on her seat and blew a long breath out.

"Jesus Ems, then its worse than I thought . Not just a casual shag, forbidden fruit, bit of rough, like?" I could see her struggling with the concept of love. Katie's idea of love is normally a £5000 credit limit and a guy who warns her before he comes in her mouth.

"No Katie" I smiled, remembering the look on Naomi's face when I confessed the same thing to her "It's definitely love"

"Oh shit" she said simply "What can I do?"

And that's my Katie. Quite prepared to meet out severe ear ache to me. But when the chips were down, my twin had my back. I always knew that.

Several huge glasses of Shiraz and two hours later we were straight. She still thought I was crazy, irresponsible, possibly legally certifiable, but if I actually loved this woman, she was onside.

I went to bed that night happy. If Katie was on board, I could deal with most things. Or so I thought.

So, stopping at traffic lights, about a mile from home, I suddenly realised that I had unfinished business at the prison. Today had gone so well. I had expected Naomi to be in the same happy bubble I was after the amazing sex and happy cuddles afterwards. But of course, I was going home. To my comfortable flat, fluffy bathrobe and mindless TV channels. She was alone, probably crying and even more desolate than before now she had tasted freedom, however brief.

I turned my car sharply, earning angry hoots from several cars as I cut them up. Driving fast but carefully, I was back outside Larkwood in 15 minutes. I parked the Gti quickly and nodded at the gate screws as they let me in and handed me my keys. Screws and Governors work strange shifts, so it wasn't unusual for me to pull a double and come straight back on duty. I let myself onto the wing and looked up at the second floor.

What I saw then made me think I had lost several weeks memory. Naomi was laughing, leaning over the waist high balcony. And who was next to her, holding on to her waist and giggling sickeningly into her side, whilst eye fucking her to death? Yep, Ellie. The last person in the world I though Naomi would want to be with after what had happened today. I felt so nauseous, I almost threw up on the floor. It was as if someone had physically punched me in the gut. Jesus, I had expected a lot of things driving back here. But not this, not again...

The noise and bustle of the wing seemed to fade as I stood there like an idiot, all sorts of emotions rushing through me, one after the other. Shock, bitter anger and betrayal. I had no way of processing it all. I tried to make my feet move, but they wouldn't obey me. I had my keys loosely in my hand, and I knew if I didn't move soon, someone would see what I was looking at and put two and two together. We would both be royally fucked if that happened.

Just then she noticed me looking up. Shock crossed her face then. Not the person you were expecting to see, Naomi? I thought with deep and absolute venom. She took a step away from Ellie, which made the smaller girl frown. I turned away then, heat flushing my face. I was out of here now. Whatever I had dreamt of was shattered, just like my heart. I stifled a sob as I fumbled with my keys.

I heard the scream behind me, but didn't turn. Fuck you Naomi, I thought. Scream away. Not my problem any more. I took two steps before I realised that it wasn't that type of scream. Just at that second I heard a thump behind me. A sickening thump, like someone had dropped a sack of flour onto the shiny polished floor.

I looked back then alright. Up above me stood Ellie, on the second floor landing. Next to her a small Filipino girl whose name I couldn't remember. Ellie was shouting something at her and hitting her with closed fists, but screams were now erupting all around me. I looked down and my world stopped, just like those movies when everything goes into slow motion. Ten feet away, a body laid on the cold floor. A crumpled, broken body, arm unnaturally twisted under the head. A blonde head. Naomi's head. A pool of dark blood began to pool under that head. Her face was away from me but she was so still, so fucking still...

My own screams joined the cons. I remember blue uniforms rushing past me, bells ringing and pounding feet. People yelling and calling. Mayhem.

Someone pulled me away and held me in their arms. A woman, One of the night screws. She whispered kind words. I can't remember one of them. I let her pull me into my office and sit me at my desk. Somewhere outside an ambulance wailed its signature tune, Getting louder. The numbness I felt was getting stronger. Stupid statistics tumbled through my head. Twenty feet drop onto concrete, chances of survival 15% at best. She was dead, I knew it. Tears started to fall...I laid my head on my arms. It was over.

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