AN: Part 4. Thanks again for all the great reviews and for just reading. This is the last part. Let's hope our girls get their happy ending in the last 3.

Pulling open the bathroom door she began to plod out, head dropped to her chest. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Emily on the stairs holding out a glass of water for her.

She would have burst into tears again but they were gone. Dried up. But the lump in her throat burned bigger than ever. She took the glass, avoiding Emily's beautiful eyes. "Thanks."

The word lingered as neither seemed sure of what came next.

Emily soon moved through to the bedroom, perching on the sofa. Naomi got her hint and followed her through.

"Do you feel ok?" Emily asked. She was shocked at how empathetic her tone was.

Naomi couldn't help the sarcastic laugh that left her mouth. "I feel like the world's about to end, and all I can do is watch it and know its my fault."

It became apparent to the redhead that her time of silence had ended, Naomi wasn't sitting back and letting it happen anymore, she wanted to talk.

"So, you want me to tell you its not your fault?" Emily asked with levelled voice.

Naomi turned to look at her, eyebrows pinched together in shock. "No! I want you to tell me it is. Tell me how disgusting I am, how much I don't deserve you still in my life. I need you to tell me you hate me, not just ignore me!"

Emily felt so frustrated and sad in that moment. "Don't say that. Your not some disgusting monster. If I hated you, I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't feel this way."

Naomi listened to Emily's deflated voice and suddenly they were together in their sadness. For the last week they'd been so separate, so alone in the same place.

Emily took a shaky breath. "You've broken me. But you don't get to wallow or give up, its your job to put me back together again. No one else can."

Naomi dropped to her knee's in front of Emily and looked up at her pleadingly. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Emily looked into those eyes and she knew it was true. Her Naomi would do anything, would wait it out as long as it takes. But she already looked so sad, so lost.

"Be mine. Be my Naomi, not the one that can't break through the cat flap. You can't be that girl anymore, I couldn't take it again." Emily said as the lump her throat threaten to stifle her voice.

Naomi shook her head as she held back her tears. "I'm not her anymore, I swear I couldn't ever hurt you again, I couldn't. It's been killing me, seeing you so wounded. Seeing what I did. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't tear my eyes away from you. I don't want you to leave me, I don't want a life without you." She said quickly.

Neither had noticed as there hands had intertwined and they gripped onto each other.

Emily's mouth quivered, "Can you just hold me and pretend we're ok?"

Naomi nodded and silently led them the short distance to the bed. She let Emily climb in first, she lay down on her side facing away from the blonde. Naomi knew this position so she done what was expected of her and lay down beside Emily, pulled the covers over them both and moulded her body to Emily's, there feet nuzzling as she put her arm under Emily's neck and the other over her arm. They were perfectly contained, both feeling the warmth they'd missed for what seemed like so long.

They both lay there, savouring the comfort for the next while. It could have been 10 minutes or 10 hours. For the first time the world just stopped, they just stopped and became one mass of comfort and safety.

Emily could feel Naomi breathing. She could get lost in that rhythm for a lifetime. Her mind began to drift to earlier, to the state that Naomi was in. To how completely destroyed she looked.

Emily knew she was sorry. She knew she didn't cheat for some shallow ego driven reasons. That didn't make it better it just made it… something Emily could compute. She knew Naomi's go to reactions: run and keep running. But she hadn't ran yet, she had done the exact opposite. She was right there for every second of it, for every soul crushing moment, every awkward second.

Emily knew her girl was done running. And that's where her hope was. But that didn't make it instantly better. They had so much work still ahead of them. The only way Emily could see of getting to the other side was taking it one thing at a time. And constantly reminding herself why she was putting all this effort in: Her love.

So, on to issue number 1. She gently rolled over to face Naomi. The blondes eyes were gazing down, not meeting her own. She allowed herself to close the gap between them as she placed her forehead against Naomi's and nuzzled her until she met her eyes.

"Aren't you sleepy?" she asked gently.

Naomi made a small shrug motion and let her eyes cast downwards again.

"You haven't been sleeping." She stated gently, not forcefully. The blonde looked like she'd break at the slightest pressure.

"I couldn't." It was barely a whisper.

Emily got the feeling that this was one of those times that silence was the answer. Within seconds she watched as Naomi appeared to curl up into a tiny wounded creature.

Sobs surrounded such a simple phrase. "I thought I'd lost you."

Emily pulled Naomi into her arms and stroked her back. "You haven't." She promised as she laid a kiss on Naomi's head.

After a couple of minutes of comforting touches and whispered encouragement Naomi had cried herself out but much to Emily's dismay was still fighting off sleep.

"I can't switch off. I can't stop thinking about what a prick I am. I can't tear my eyes from you because I can't bear to have you leave." Her tone was even. Sure it was sad and frustrated but mostly it was just a simple truth spilling into the dark.

Emily nodded. "This is fucked but I don't know how else to deal than to pretend this is all there is. That you and me right now is all that matters. And right now, your shattered. You had some kind of panic attack and I'm worried about you but sleep seems like what you need so I'm here to make sure you get it." She told her.

Naomi would never admit it but she loved when Emily took charge, told her what was going to happen and therefore made it so.

"I promise I'll be here when you wake up. I don't want to be anywhere else." She swore.

Naomi could see it was the truth, Emily's eyes always gave away her intentions. She finally tried to untense, to just let all that pressure built up inside escape. She started to feel it. Like waves washing over her mind. Her eyelids were drooping within seconds and for the first time in a week she didn't want to fight it. The last thing she was aware of was Emily placing a cool kiss on her warm forehead.

When she heard those cute little snores start to emanate from the blonde she let her breathe. She was asleep.

Emily let her own eyes close as she tried to figure out how this had happened. She was so angry, she didn't want to talk about it or deal with it. She didn't want to feel any of it. Then, out of the darkness of the room it hit her. She hadn't left because she couldn't. She didn't want to but she thought Naomi would. Naomi was always the one running away and Emily thought it would be the same this time.

Her girl had proved her wrong. Typical, can't pin Naomi Campbell down, can't ever have her figured out. The girl who almost always ran, had stayed. She stayed, and waited, and she just felt it. Emily couldn't help but feel proud. The very betrayal that could have broke them apart was an act of her not feeling, running away but now that had changed and she was brave.

Emily knew now that they could be brave together. Maybe the future did exist. Maybe all those hopes and plans were still out there somewhere. Maybe they'd find them again together.