So I came up with this idea quite a while ago but thought it was pretty stupid and decided against it as I do not in anyway want to screw up an absolute classic that is Oliver Twist. But as I've been having seriously bad writers block with my other story I figured I'd have a go at this and see what happens.

Basically this is loosely (and when I mean loosely I mean loosely) based on the great classic novel that is Oliver Twist. The concept is kind of the same but I do plan on taking this in my own direction so as in it will fit in with the characters and their own individual story.

So without further ado here is Skins, Victorian England style.

London - 1838

'Oi watch where your going kid!' Shouted a one of the many passer bys that the scraggy clothed teen had knocked into.

'Sorry Sir,' The teen pathetically squeaked for what felt liked the thousandth time that day.

'Emily, what have you go yourself into this time?' The young girled murmered to herself. She thought running away to the hustle and bustle of the countries capital was a good idea those many days ago but as she contemplated her situation where she was cold, incrediably hungry and had nowhere to stay she concluded that she had just been a stupid, irresonsible little girl and Mr Blood had been right when saying that the work house was the only place for her.

Emily felt the familar sting of tears nip at her choclate eyes as she stopped and looked up at the grand architecture that surrounded Trafalgar Square. There really wasn t any hope left now and Emily figure her best bet was to place herself on one of the many steps and wait for the cold to consume into eternal darkness.

'OI! GET OFF!' Emily's attention was suddenly pulled away by a respectable looking gentleman throwing two scraggy clad teenagers down the stone steps.

'AND STAY OUT! I HAVE A RIGHT MIND TO CALL THE POLICE ON YOU WRETCHS!' The gentleman shouted before storming off in rage.

'Do you think he was talking to us?' The taller of the two asked the other, his strong cockney tone dripping in sarcasm.

Emily had never seen a human like to the two speicemens in front of her they looked as if they just emerged from the sewer but as she looked down at her own atire she reckoned that others probably thought the same of her as she did of the two infront of her. Never the less she continued to be completely enamoured by the duo, she couldn t even tell if they were male or female as she had yet to see the front of them but she decided that the one that just spoke had to have been male judgeing by his voice.

'Seriously though, this is getting ridcous. I m almost black and blue and I aint even got anyfing to show for it,' The boy said to his friend.

'On the contary,' A soft feminie voice came from the other figure as she held out what looked to be an expensive leather wallet with sparkling sliver detailing.

' ow the bloody 'ell did you do that. He 'ad me by the lug before I knew what was going on,' The male said in astonishment.

'Practice makes perfect Cook,' She smiled before tucking the expensive item into her oversized gentlemans coat. The girl's smile suddenly faded as she looked up to find Emily looking right at them. Emily's breath hitched as she quickly looked away hopeing they hadn't noticed her but she knew it was no use.

'What you starein' at?' The girl spat but Emily was almost frozen with fear as the two edged toward her, menaceing scowls on their faces.

'N..n...nothing,' Emily stuttered as she expected the two to suddenly pull out whatever weapons they could have hidden among their tattered clothes and beat her with an inch of her life. She knew she was most likely going to die in this city but if she had a choice between frezeing in the cold London night or being beaten by some pick pocket teens she knew which one she'd pick.

'Well it sure don't look like nothing,' The boy accused but Emily was suprised to see a warming grin on his face. 'You re not from round ere, are you?' Emily felt her heart rate slightly fall as she heard his tone soften.

'N...no, I er only arrived here a few days ago,' Emily breathed out.

'Well little red,' He said pointing to her ruby locks,' ere s a word of advise, don t go starein' at city folk. We re brought up to fink the worst of people,' He chuckled. Emily smiled but also notcied that the girl's cold expression never faultered.

'What's yer name? 'He asked extending out a grubby hand to her which she gladly took as he helped her off the step.

'Erm...Emily , Emily Fitch,'

'Well Emily I m James Cook but everyone just calls me Cook,' Emily smiled but still couldn't help but look over to his stone faced comapanion. Cook obviously noticed.

'Ah don't worry about her she's always like that,' Emily wasn t too convinced,

'That's Naomi she's alright once you get to know her.' Emily still wasn t convinced but the delicious smell of freshly bake bread filling her nostrils quicky bought her attention to more important isusses at the present moment. Emily stomach almost howled as the sweet aromas clouded her senses, she felt a slight blush of embrassment tinge her features but quickly forgot about it when she heard Cook's heart warming cackle. She beamed back at him but was suddenly confused when she saw that Naomi was no where to been seen but she did noticed that something had attracted Cook's attention. She looked over to find the a young man carrying a wooden crate of fresh bread rolls above his head and she could feel her stomach about to groan yet again but managaed to control herself. Just ahead of the bread man Emily saw that Naomi had stealthily clambered up a gas lamp post. Emily was rather confused as to why Naomi had done such a thing but everything slotted into place as she watched in fascination as Naomi swiped three bread rolls off of the top of the crate as the man walked passed. Everyone, apart from herself and Cook, were none the wiser and Emily had to admit that Naomi had done it with such skill that she had to contemplate if what she saw had actually happend.

Cook howled with laughter at Emily's face of astonishment. He had to say this girl had something about her which Cook liked. She wasn't like them other people that come from where ever and look right down there beak long noses at people like himself. People had to eat and he worked like everybody else, just his way of making some keep was a little different to everyone elses and because of that he was seen as the scum of the earth.

'Hungry?' Naomi shot at Emily. Emily didn t know what to say, she was pretty shocked and not just becasue she had been offered something off of somebody who previously looked as if they nnated to kill her but because she had actually been offered something. She couldn t remember another time in her life where somebody had given something of theirs to her. Back at the work house getting your miniscule daily bowl of gruel was Mr Blood's gift according to him but it really didn't seem the same as this. Emily quickly nodded realising that she probably looked a fool for not replying.

Both Cook and Naomi looked at eachother as they watched the redhead tentatively nibble at the bread roll as if she could take it or leave it. She looked pretty hungry and the twinkle in her eye as she looked at the bounty only support that.

'Come on, we both know your starvin get your teeth into it. Your manners are wasted on us,' Cook grinned as he watch the little red head take a juicy bite and beam from ear to ear due to heart warming feeling that the food gave her.

'So Ems, why you come London? Running from your old man huh?'

'I'm an orphan,' Emily replied once she had managed to chew through her massive mouthful. 'I ran away from the workhouse because I couldn t take it anymore, it wasn t right,'

'Makes sense I suppose.' Cook nodded. Emily let out slight chuckle which Naomi had to admit made her rather adorable but she quickly dimissed the thought and turned away from the conversation to survey the area. She couldn't be thinking like that especially in a world like this, it's the survial of the fittest out here and thoughts like that just make you more vunerable. Naomi had the few she held close and that was fine for her. People fuck you over and that's life, deal with it. People can deny it all they want and say there is good in everyone but if that were true then why are there people up there having eveything brought to them on a platter? And then there are people like herself that have to fight everyday just to stay alive? If there were good in people then they re taking sweet fucking time in showing it.

'...I m here to find my fortune,' Emily finished and Naomi felt a smile spread across her features. She turned to find Cook giving her a knowing look.

'Really?' Naomi asked with utmost curiosty. 'Well in that case...do you have any lodgings? Money?'

'N...no, not a farthing,' Emily thought it was slightly odd that Naomi had shown such interest suddenly but choose not to dwell on it, right now she figured she needed as many friends as possible and these lot didn't seem at all that bad.

'Well, as it just so happens I know a...respectable... 'Naomi was suddenly cut short by Cook's howls of laughter.

'HA! Naomi I don t know what you re on a...'

'Shut it! Anyway as I was saying, I know someone who gives you lodgeings for no money and asks nothing in return,' Emily felt like all her Christmases had come at once. Naomi smiled at Emily's obvious excitement and she herself was rather suprised at how easy this was.

'Well, I could take you to them if you like?' Naomi offered, outstretching her hand to the redhead.

Yes! That would be fantasic,' She almost shoued taking the blondes hand, both of them desperately trying to ignore the sudden burning, tingling that arised between their intwined hands.