Title: Stockholm and Other Neuroses

Summary: AU. When Emily Fitch is kidnapped from outside her parent's home she struggles to weigh her desire for freedom against the growing friendship with one of her captors.

Disclaimer:I don't own Skins or anything related to the show.

Rating:M (Mature themes, language etc)

A/N:So I'm on the last chapter of my longest posted story to date (another Naomily fic) and I thought it was about time I got this posted. Got a few chapters written already that just need polished up so will hopefully be able to update pretty regularly. Will eventually be Naomily, with possibly a little Keffy thrown in too.

"It's my fucking life and you can stay the fuck out of it!" The front door slammed shut behind her as Emily Fitch stormed out of her parents' house. Her eyes were red raw and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. Her feet pounded against the pavement as she put as much distance between herself and her parents' home. The redhead had no idea where she was going. Katie had picked her up from her flat and drove them both over to their parents' house for Sunday dinner. It was late and the streets of London were dark and unforgiving. She clutched her jacket, pulling it tighter against her small frame in an attempt to stave off the cold wind that battered against her.

She heard footsteps behind her and picked up her pace. The footfall behind her grew louder and her tears gave way to anger. She was willing to bet it was either her dad or her twin sister Katie. "Just leave me alone!" She spat out with as much malice as she could muster. She didn't want to see or speak to any of her family. Her mother had made it quite clear she was not welcome back at the house. Her next words died in her throat. She was standing face to face with a man who was over six feet tall and built like a tank. At least she presumed it was a man. Whoever it was had their faces covered by a balaclava. "I-I don't have any money." She stammered, her feet moving her backwards even as her lips struggled to function. She was telling the truth. She'd stormed out of the house after a massive row with her parents. She hadn't even bothered to pick up her phone, never mind any money.

The giant remained silent, taking a few steps towards her as Emily stepped back. That was all the incentive the small girl needed. Turning on her heels she ran. Fewer than ten yards down the street there was a man changing a tire on his car. He wore a leather jacket with his hood up and held a tire iron in his hands. He looked beefy enough to take on the man following Emily. She almost crashed in to him as she reached the car, her hands slamming down against the bonnet. "You have to help me! Please! You have to- Shit." When the guy turned calmly to face her, she was met with yet another balaclava. She had no time to react as the one who had been chasing her caught up to them. His calloused hands roughly grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them behind her back. She tried to scream and the one by the car clamped a hand over her mouth. She went to plan B. Kicking her legs and thrashing about against the one who was holding her.

"Hold the fuck still!" Emily instantly stopped as the one in front of her pulled out a gun. Her eyes widened in fear, glued to the weapon shoved in to her face. "Listen up bitch! You're gonna shut your mouth and keep still." Emily nodded her head in response, too afraid to make a sound. She winced as she felt something hard and scratchy digging in to her wrists. Her hands were tied behind her with a thick rope. The smaller guy in front of her looked around nervously, aware they were still in the middle of the street. Few lights were on in the houses surrounding them, but he still looked nervous. It would only take one nosey neighbour to twitch at the curtains and whatever they had planned would be ruined. "Get her in!" He barked at the man who was holding her as he stepped up to the boot and yanked it open.

It was only as she was thrown in to the back of the car, with the boot slammed down, that she began to question why she was being taken. It clearly wasn't a robbery and it was too planned to be random. The car had been parked just down the street from her house, far enough out of sight not to arouse suspicion. What if they had been waiting for her? Or for Katie, her twin sister? Panic began to set in as she lay in the darkness. Her hands were bound uncomfortably behind her back and each bump in the road seemed to vibrate through her entire body. She began to shake with fear as everything overwhelmed her. She had just been abducted off the street, twenty yards away from her house, and the last thing she had screamed at her parents was that she never wanted to see them again. There was a very really possibility she would get her wish.

Lying in the darkness Emily lost track of time. She could have been in the boot of the car for fifteen minutes or fifteen hours. The constant thrum of the engine all around her had made it impossible to try and keep track of time or focus on anything in particular. When the car came to a stop, and the engine cut out, the silence was deafening. The panic began to overcome her again as she heard two doors open and close. She braced herself, waiting for the inevitable as the sound of footsteps grew closer. In the endless time she had spent locked in the boot her mind had wandered through a thousand different scenarios as to why she had been taken. She didn't like the thought of any of them, even the one where she hoped this was some sort of elaborate joke. She had come to a decision long before the car stopped. She was not going to be a passive victim. She would rather die than have either of the two gorillas in ski masks touch her again.

She lay on her back, her knees drawn up to her chest and facing, or so she hoped, the rear of the car. The key scraped against the lock and her entire body tensed. She was ready. Whatever was going to happen she was ready to do as much damage as she could. The boot opened, revealing the murky light of the early hours of the morning. The smaller of the two men stood in front of her, not registering her knees were drawn up until it was too late. She kicked out, catching him square in the chest. He let out a wheeze and stumbled backwards. "Fucking bitch!" He growled as he clutched his stomach. He raised one hand, intending to strike her. Emily cowered, her courage fading at the sight of the snarling thug. The blow never landed and Emily opened her eyes to find the giant holding the smaller guy's arm in a tight grip.

"Stick to the fucking plan." So there was a plan, but had Emily been the intended target? Or was it Katie or one of her other family members? He let go of the other man's arm and turned his attention to Emily. "She's just a rug-rat." He chuckled as he picked her out of the boot with ease. Emily Fitch was barely over five foot and the thug holding her by the scruff of her neck was well over six; her feet dangled in the air.
"Right, listen here kiddo." He got right up in her face, his putrid breath turning her stomach. "You play nice and everything goes according to plan. Right now you've got to go sleepy-bye-byes."

Emily gasped as she felt a sharp prick in her arm. She'd been stabbed with something. Her vision began to swim as her already tired body began to give in to whatever had just been pumped in to her system. "That a girl." He crooned as he swept Emily off her feet and tossed her over his shoulder like he was a fireman carrying her out of a burning building. She fought to keep her eyes open, but the man had barely taken ten steps before her eyes drifted shut for the last time.

When Emily opened her eyes again her head felt like it was splitting in two. She reached up to cradle it and was relieved to find her hands were untied. She was lying on her back, looking up at a grimy off-white ceiling. Rolling on to her side she took in her surroundings. She looked to be in a small bedroom. The paper was peeling off the walls and the carpet looked threadbare and worn down. There were two doors in the room. One was closed and the other was open, revealing what looked like a small en-suite. She was lying on top of a single bed with a lumpy pillow supporting her head. There didn't seem to be anything else in the room besides a bedside table and a small lamp. The lamp was on and the room was cast in shadows from its pitiful light. It was dark outside again and Emily got the distinct feeling that she had been unconscious for some time.

After giving her head a few minutes to clear she got to her unsteady feet. Her legs felt like jelly as she slowly made her way over to the window, it was only two or three steps from the bed, but by the time she slumped against the windowsill, with her head resting against the pane, she felt like she'd ran a marathon. "Fuck." She cursed as her eyes focused on the world outside. She was on the second floor of a house, which came as no surprise. What did surprise her was the view. She was staring out at small clearing. There was a gravel driveway leading off a dirt road and in the distance, lining the horizon, were thick clusters of trees that appeared to be some sort of forest. She was fairly certain she wasn't in London anymore. She set her sights on the shut door next, wondering whether it would be locked. It was all the way on the other side of the room though and she wasn't sure whether she could make it that far. She slumped back on to the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest as she placed her back against the wall. Whatever she had been injected with had not agreed with her. Her vision was still blurry and her limbs felt heavy and tired. As she stared down at her feet she began to realise something was missing. She looked around the barren room, trying to get her eyes to focus. Her shoes were nowhere to be found. Had they taken them off her to stop her running?

She felt a surge of anger at her utter helplessness. Ignoring the way her legs trembled she got to her feet and ever so slowly made her way over to the door. Her fingers latched on to the door handle and tried to yank it down. The heavy wooden door didn't budge. "Fuck." She banged her fist on the door; Desperation and helplessness washing over her once again.

"Oi!" The small redhead nearly jumped a foot in the air as a gruff voice sounded on the other side of the door. "Get away from the door. On the bed!" Emily did as she was told as she heard a key turning in the lock. She briefly wondered which of her two abductors were coming in to the room. She frowned as the door opened and another man walked in. He was smaller than the other two, more in build than in height, but it was a noticeable difference. His voice was less deep and had a funny accent too. He wore a balaclava over his face as the other two had. "Alright?" He stood leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed against his chest. Emily shook her head, not trusting her voice. "Yeah, stupid question. You hungry?"

Emily felt her stomach growling in response. She'd slept most of the day away and hadn't eaten since dinner the night before. She nodded again, adding a small, "Yes." Her voice, which had always been a bit on the gravelly side, sounded hoarse to her own ears.
"Cool. I'll get you some grub, yeah?" The new man sounded younger than the other two, maybe even as young as Emily herself. For all he was still frightening he wasn't as intimidating. At least he was feeding her and not waving guns around in her face.
"Thank you." She managed to get the words out past her dry lips. Her parents had brought her and Katie up with good manners and as her mother always said 'A thank you costs nothing, but it earns you respect.' If she was polite to the young man he was more likely to keep up his Mr. Nice act. She saw a smile cross his face and he nodded.

"You and me Red, we're good yeah. You play nice and everything will be fine." He nodded, more to reassure himself than the small girl sitting on the bed in front of him. He closed the door behind him, locking it shut once more. Pulling off the balaclava he ran a hand through his mousy blonde locks and pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. He sighed as his partner in crime offered him a lighter. "Fuck me Naoms. What we got ourselves in to, eh?"