So, the first chapter is kind of confusing. Sorry. But I think you'll get the hang of it in this chapter. Maybe. Feel free to review and tell me if you get it... :P
I don't own Skins. Unfortunately.

It had been three weeks since Caroline's father had brutally assaulted the strange boy. She didn't know what his name was, where he came from, or what the hell he was doing in her house. Weird, fucked up shit went down that night, that's all she knew. Her father had been given a six year prison sentence for assaulting a minor, and he wouldn't tell her anything about the boy. He wouldn't tell her anything-period. He wasn't speaking to anyone at all. Caroline really didn't know whether to be happy or sad about that. Maybe a bit disappointed that he wouldn't tell her the boy's name. Speaking of which, once the incredible amount of blood was washed off, he was quite cute. Not her type, though.


"Miss? He's awake. He's very confused, so please be gentle," said the nurse.

"Yeah, 'course. Thanks," muttered Caroline.

Walking into the hospital room, she saw the mystery boy propped up on his pillows.

"How are you doing?" She asked him.

"Fine. Bloody fucking fine. Who the hell are you?" He spat.

"I'm- I'm a friend. A friend of- thinking on her feet- Effy."

"Effy? You're friends with Effy? I've never heard of you. Never mind. If she didn't tell me, I probably didn't need to know. What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't. But it's Caroline."

"Yeah, doesn't ring a bell. Anyway, what the fuck happened to me?

"I don't think I should tell you right now. You need your rest." Caroline saw the nurse gesturing at her watch, indicating that Caroline needed to go.

"It was nice meeting you..." She trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Oh, you don't know my name. Sorry, my name's... uhh, what's my name?"

This could be a problem she thought. A very, very big problem.


Rummaging through her father's things, she found a few pictures. All of them were of the same girl. She was stunning, really. Absolutely gorgeous. But what was her dad doing with a picture of a girl who looked younger than Caroline? A patient maybe?

Then she came across a picture that truly was worth a thousand words. Letting the other photos fall from her hands, Caroline's eyes searched the faces of the beautiful girl and- the mystery boy.

"That must be Effy" she breathed. "But what's his name?"


"Hello Colin!" Caroline said brightly.

"Colin? My name's Colin?" Muttered the confused boy in the hospital bed.

"Well, I don't know. Is it?"

"Nah, I don't think so. I don't remember Effy calling me that," he said.

"Effy. What's Effy's last name? Does she have a last name?" Caroline questioned gently.

"Well of course she has a last name! It's Stone... not Stoner, she doesn't do drugs anymore. Stonem! That's it. Effy Stonem. Find her, please. Please!"

"Okay, okay! I'll find her! It might take me a while though." She turned to leave.

"Tell her- tell her I love her," he begged. "Tell her!"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Just get some rest, will ya?" Well that put an end to the possibilities Cute Mystery Boy might have. Damn.


"I can't give you any information on our patients, it's against policy, Miss." Said the nurse at the Turner Mental Hospital.

"Effy Stonem. Just, was she a patient here? You're not giving me any information, you're just confirming a theory. Look, I need to know if she stayed here. That's all." An exasperated Caroline was on the verge of slapping the attendant for being so unhelpful.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I can't tell you that."

"Bullshit! Her paper is right. There. I'm not fucking blind, you know."

"Miss, we have patients here who are very unstable. Please restrain yourself from yelling." The nurse was looking from left to right, keeping an eye out for any higher ups.

"That's it. I want to see your boss." stated Caroline.

"My boss?" the confused woman asked.

"Yes, your boss. The director? The head honcho? Whoever the fuck is in charge of this joint!"

"I'm afraid Dr. Foster is not here, and hasn't been for quite awhile."

"Dr. Foster? That's my father. He's not in charge..." This was getting a bit too eerie for Caroline.

"The previous director went missing about a month ago, and Dr. Foster took his place."

" Look. Dr. Foster is my father, he's in prison for assault. Now, being his only relative, I demand you tell me where to find Effy Stonem." As she said this, she stomped her foot menacingly.

" 242 Dewy View Lane." The nurse's defenses had finally fallen.

"Thank you." Caroline yelled, relieved.


"Where is he, you idiot?" Scream Karen Mclair at her brother's best friend, James Cook.

"Hell if I know, love, I'm not his fucking babysitter." Cook had just woken up, and was extremely irritated because of that fact. "Got any spliff?"

"No! I wanna know where the fuck my brother is!" Karen was becoming hysterical.

"I don't fucking know! Go away!" Cook rolled over, and proceeded to go back to sleep in order to avoid the raging headache he would most certainly get if he stayed awake any longer.

"Fuck you, Cook! You're a lazy bastard! You were never any help to Freddie, none at all!" Karen slammed the door of Cook's cell as she made her way out, sobbing.


"What do you want?" Anthea Stonem answered the door of the small condo she shared with her daughter.

"I'm looking for Effy Stonem. Does she live here?" Caroline tried to tread lightly. This was not a situation to be her usual sarcastic self.

"Yeah. But she's busy." Anthea eyed the girl outside her door warily. Thin, blonde, tall. Picture perfect looks. Probably wants to express her "condolences" to Effy about her missing boyfriend.

"It's really important that I speak with her. Really, really important." If Caroline fucked up this chance, she was screwed, as was Mystery Boy.

"Fine. Come in. You can wait there," gesturing towards a small sitting room. As the girl sat down, Anthea walked up the stairs to her daughter's room.

"Ef, there's someone here to see you. Says it's important." Effy looked up, eyes blazing.

"I'll be right down." After her mother had gone down the stairs again, Effy polished off the rest of her drink. She stood up slowly, and made her way towards the sitting room.

"Hello, I'm-" Effy cut her off.

"What do you want?" Effy's glare was disarming, shocking, as she echoed the words her mother had said only a few minutes before.

"I... Look, do you know this boy?" Caroline held up the photo of Effy and the mystery boy.

Effy gasped, and stumbled back a few feet. "Where did you get that? What have you done to him? Where is he?" Effy began hyperventilating, she couldn't think.

"Whoa, chill out. It doesn't matter where I got. I've done nothing to him. He's safe. But I need you to tell me something." Caroline's mind was flying.

"What?" She was confused. Who was this stranger? If Freddie was hurt, she'd... well, she'd do something.

"What is his name?"