Here is a new story that I had an idea for. I should probably be finishing my epic story Stockholm syndrome before i start another one, but this would not leave me alone XD so here it is.
Im not sure how long it'll be, we shall know in time.
this is a Cook/Effy fic.

If you thoroughly dislike that pairing, perhaps this isnt the best story for you.
This is set after Episode eight of season three.

I have never written anything like this before....... and i once swore that i never would because i hate these type of fics. I can't say what type of fics without giving it away.
But you shall see soon enough.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy it.
it was actually incredibly hard to write. Cook and Effy are pretty damn complex characters

Disclaimer : I do not own Skins, neither do I own the characters of James Cook and Effy Stonem, I don't own Jack and Kaya either, though sometimes I wish I did XD
this is mainly come from my twisted imagination.

DON'T FALL

chapter one - keep it secret.

The beautiful are often the most broken.....

His eyelids were heavy; he supposed that it probably would have been a good idea to stop at that motel that they had passed before. He could barely keep his focus on the road in front of him. The lights of the passing streetlights and the cars blurred together to form mixes of colours.
Cook looked over at the girl in the seat next to him. She was fast asleep, again.
They had barely said anything to each other since they left. He still couldn't actually believe that they were leaving, and that Effy of all people was right next to him.
Fuck it; if he was going to be excluded from those bunch of tossers then there was nobody else he'd rather be with than someone else who had been excluded from those bunch of tossers.
Sighing, Cook decided it would probably be best to pull over, the side of the road would have to do, he would not be able to keep his eyes open for much longer and he didn't fancy sending himself and Effy through their windshield.

Leaning back in his seat, he turned his head to face her, he had watched her sleep before, in those rare occasions when they'd fall asleep together, limbs tangled up and sated smiles plastered on their faces.
But this was different; Cook did not think that he could ever remember a time that Effy had looked so young.
Her face, doll-like and innocent and completely vulnerable in her slumber. It was strange to see her like that. Cook frowned as he looked at her, it was as if her shields were down, her walls were broken as she slept here in front of him. There was no Effy smirk on her face, that smirk that had you thinking that you really had no idea what she was thinking. There was no mystique air about Effy there, none of that sexy enigma that people saw. To Cook's surprise, as he looked at her, sleeping peacefully, almost. He couldn't help but smile a little. She had never looked as beautiful to him, never looked as perfect, she had never looked as right to him as she did there.

His heart ached. The little smile disappeared. She didn't love him. He knew it. It hurt him, this girl, this incredible, wrong and broken girl who he loved, who he fucking loved, and she didn't love him. Freddie saw her first, Freddie loved her first and Effy loved him back. He was just scraps, the piece of shit that she bumped uglies with because it was a way to feel something.
Maybe it was karma or some kind of 'what comes around' shite, pay back perhaps? After all those years of being such a selfish prick, he got his own. The one girl, who he saw, actually saw and he was nothing to her. He was just the person she always came back to.
He'd take what he could get.

But here she was with him. He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, letting his fingers brush against the softness of her cheek. Her skin was warm and inviting, yet a lot of the time she was harsh and cold and yet he still couldn't get enough of her.

He fell asleep that night, staring at her sleeping face.

Xxxxxx

Effy felt her eyes flutter open, her vision was still blurry with sleep and she could barely make out where she was. She couldn't think, the only thing she felt was the sensation of being water logged, her brain not fitting inside her skull and her throat, dry and scratchy.
Slowly, her vision returned and she looked around the parked car. They were on the side of the road, the car under the shade of overhanging trees.
Her bloodshot eyes wondered towards the boy sitting beside her, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.
She watched him sleep before, after their encounters, sometimes he'd collapse and he'd fall into slumber and she'd just watch. Either that or pretend that she was asleep while he watched her.

She watched him then and felt her heart ache. She didn't love him. She knew that he knew it. Yet she still kept coming back to him and he let her. She still kept playing both him and Freddie against each other. She was destroying them. She both loved and hated the fact that she had the power to do that to these boys. This boy, in front of her, she saw clearly, he was hidden and broken and she couldn't understand how nobody could see it.
He didn't give a fuck about anything….? Bullshit. He cared, she knew he did even if he did pretend that he didn't. Effy watched him more, he was a dick. Yes. He was selfish. Yes. He was wild. Yes. He loved her…. Yes. Yet she couldn't love him. Not the way she loved Freddie. She felt bile rise in her throat.

Freddie…. He who seemed to have the power to make Effy Stonem feel like pure shit.
She bashed Katie over the head with a rock and left her alone in the woods.
She could have died…..

Freddie knew how to cut her where it hurt, knew just the right way to look at her to make her feel like she wasn't worth anything. He made her want to turn away from him in shame; he made her go back to Cook, where she didn't want to be because in the end she'd end up hurting him too. In the beginning she thought that it would be Freddie's heart that she would break, yet in some twisted form of irony, as time went on she knew she was going to break Cook's.

Yet, she couldn't stop.

Pretty Cook, she thought, her eyes running over his face, he looked like a little boy and it made her feel guilty. But she couldn't and she wouldn't stop. She was Effy, and she'd use him…Abuse him probably and keep him coming back for more. Because he loved her, or he thought he did. She'd ruined everything. Things had changed now.
She wished she'd had been more careful. She wished that she'd used her brains before she'd started this game.

Cook's eyes opened and he yawned.
"Morning, peachy…. "He drawled.

"Morning, Slugger" she whispered, her tone the same usual bored tone.

There was silence. "Where are we going?" she asked.

Cook shrugged again, "Don't know, anywhere….it doesn't matter".

Effy sighed and shook her head. Typical Cook. "Right, so it's not about the destination is it... it's about the journey?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

Cook chuckled "That's right. Who gives a toss about where we're going… we're going somewhere... We'll know when we get there!"

There was more silence….. Effy unable and perhaps unwilling to talk anymore.

"Why did you call me….?"

Effy looked back at him, his voice serious, rare for James Cook.

She shrugged "I don't know… because you'd come"

He stared at her. She turned away quickly.
Her stomach churned, she twisted around in her seat, his gaze made her sick to the stomach. Because she saw so much in those eyes. Her heart hammered away in her chest, the world was spinning…. Always spinning.

I'll always come for you, his eyes said…

She barely had time to think; opening the door she stumbled her way out of the car and retched into the bush.
Her throat burned with the stomach acid and the tangy taste of bile in her mouth made her stomach heave.

Her legs trembled and she clutched at the bark of a nearby tree to steady herself, she clutched so hard she felt the wood cut into her hand.
She was going to pass out….

Then someone's arms were around her, hands gently holding her hair back from her face as she continued to be sick, arms holding her up and keeping her from collapsing to the ground in a heap.

The next thing she knew she was sitting on the ground, the dirt itching her legs and the branches that had fallen from the tree's sticking in her legs at odd angles.
Cook sat beside her, there was no talking, and he simply sat. They both did, Effy continued to stare at the emptied contents of her insides, and she didn't particularly want to look at Cook. She was disgusted with herself, and to her horror, embarrassed that Cook had seen her like that. She should have guessed this would happen eventually though.

"Uh, you okay?" he asked his voice sounding a little unsure.
"Do you think it's possible to turn inside out?" she mumbled half to herself, half in answer to his question.

He chuckled "Well, with the sounds that you were making there I wouldn't be half surprised".

"So Eff, you gonna tell me what that's all about?

"No" she answered simply.

He didn't bring it up again.