A/N: This chapter is quite a bit longer than the other chapters. If it seems a bit pointless at time then I apologize but I wanted to get more detail in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins in any way.

It had been a few days since Cook had killed Doctor Foster. He was now living in the shed, the same shed he had used to hang out with Freddie in. Him, Freddie and JJ. Karen told Cook he was welcome to stay there a while, and her dad pretended to be unaware that Cook was there. Cook spent all his time sat miserably reminiscing as he smoked weed and drank whatever alcohol he could lay his hands on. He was often visited by others, Karen would walk in to talk several times a day, each time Cook would end up hugging her for a while whilst she sobbed. JJ also visited a lot, apologizing to Cook about the fact he had punched him, but there wasn't much conversation, the situation was to much for both of them, they would talk a little, comfort each other and then JJ would leave. Of course Naomi continued to visit, she was the only person who managed to make Cook occasionally smile.

Cook woke up and looked at his phone, it was almost eleven in the morning. Cook stretched as he lifted himself off the old sofa. Putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. He picked up an almost full bottle of Budweiser which he had opened the night before, he had already drank a lot though and had ended up falling asleep. He lit the cigarette taking a few drags before downing the flat and slightly warm Budweiser. As he continued to smoke Cook sent a text to Karen asking if it was safe to go into the house for the bathroom. It was a couple of minutes after the cigarette was finished that Cooks phone beeped, a reply from Karen saying yes, it also stated that she would put the kettle on. JJ had kindly brought a bag of Cooks possessions to the shed for him. In actual fact this was just a small quantity of drugs, a bottle of vodka and some clothes. Cook laced up his all black converse and headed to the house. Some clean socks, boxers and an almost clean Fred Perry polo t-shirt. He walked straight into the house. Karen greeted him with a smile.

"Morning. Where's Leo?" Cook asked, referring to the father of Karen and Freddie.

"Work." Was the simple response from Karen.

Cook nodded before speaking again. "Am I ok to get a quick shower?"

Karen nodded and so Cook walked upstairs, locking himself in the bathroom. He looked at his image in the mirror, his face bruised from his clash with Foster. Cooks nose now appeared more crooked, his hands still swollen and bruised. He showered quickly, enjoying the heat of the water on his skin as he scrubbed himself ferociously as if trying to scrub away his anguish, he let silent tears mix with the water that was splashing on his face. When he got out of the shower he composed himself before using an old spare toothbrush to clean his teeth. He then dressed and walked back downstairs.

"I made you a brew and some toast." Karen said to Cook as he walked into the kitchen.

"Thanks" Cook said appreciatively as he began to eat.

"What you gonna do today?" Karen asked after a minute or so.

Cook thought for a bit before answering. "Well, I thought I would get away from here for a couple of hours you know, I think I'll go to Naomi's house. I'll leave here soon don't worry." Cook said.

"I'm not worried, your welcome here Cook." was Karen's sincere response. To which Cook nodded.

"Thanks, but I need to leave sooner or later, I need to work out what the fuck I'm gonna do." Cook replied.

They talked a while as they both drank there cups of tea, before Cook finally stood up to leave.

"I'll be back later, I just got stuff to do." Cook said before leaving. Just as he was at the door he gave a slight grin to Karen, his trademark Cookie grin, a grin that hadn't been on his lips for a few days. "You got any booze going spare?" he asked.

Karen couldn't help but give a slight laugh before nodding "Wait there."

A minute or so later she walked back to Cook a large unopened bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. "From Freddie's stash, I cant stand the stuff." She said handing Cook the bottle. "Is it not kinda early to be on the booze though?"

"Thanks." Cook said with the bottle in hand. "Nah, fuck it. I wont be drinking at all soon anyway" he shrugged "Laters." Cook finished before walking out of the house and toward Naomi's taking regular swigs of the Jack Daniels as he walked.

Cook knocked loudly against Naomi's door and after a short moment it opened, Emily stood there.

"Cook, what you doing here?" Emily asked with raised eyebrows.

"Emilio! I figured I could do with talking to Blondie, you know.." Cook responded, brashly, but without the usual smile.

Emily nodded and stood aside allowing Cook to enter, Cook walked into the house, finding Naomi sat on the sofa.

"The fuck you doing here?" Naomi asked as Cook walked into the room.

"I'm going to prison tomorrow. I wanted to make some plans first." Cook shrugged.

"What do you mean your going to prison? The evidence is gone." Naomi had a clear note of panic in her voice.

"Yeah, but I'm still on the run anyway remember, I'm gonna hand myself in, I wanna get it done so I can try and get my life fuckin rolling again." Cook said casually.

There was silence for a minute or so, Emily sat herself down next to Naomi who finally replied. "I suppose that makes sense."

"What sorta plans?" Asked Emily curiously.

"Well I spoke to my Uncle Keith last night, he said it'd be safe to go in the pub, just need to find myself some money" Cook replied.

Naomi's response came very quickly. "I'll give you some money. Your keeping me out of prison so don't even dare argue about it."

Cook looked at her for a moment before smirking. "If your gonna fund my antics then I ain't about to give no shitty argument."

This made both Emily and Naomi smile.

"Would you two make sure everyone comes out though, it'd be pretty cool." Cook said. Both girls agreeing to speak to everyone.

Cook spent the next few hours smoking weed with Naomi and Emily before Naomi squeezed a hundred and twenty pound into Cooks hand as he left.

Cook arrived at the pub around eight at night, he was accompanied by Karen and JJ, Naomi and Emily were already stood outside the pub waiting. Together the five of them walked inside. After a bit the rest of the gang turned up, last to arrive was Effy and Pandora. Karen stared icily at Effy for a moment before looking away. Cook was downing drinks, pints, tequilas, sambucas, whiskeys, the lot. As Cook was at the bar downing a pint Effy walked over and sat on the stool next to him. "Jaeger bomb?" She asked. Cook nodded.

Effy ordered two Jaeger bombs, and her and Cook downed one each.

"I'm sorry about your doctor and Freddie." Cook said quietly to Effy who just nodded. Cook could see she looked depressed but he didn't pressure her about it.

"I'm sorry to." Effy said so only Cook could hear her. "Good luck in prison, I'll miss you, I'm sure we all will" Effy continued before standing up and leaving the pub.

After a while Cook was completely wasted. The gang were all sat together.

"You lot best be fuckin here when I'm a free man." shouted Cook.

There was nods and yes's. Cook looked around at his friends. He wanted to say some important stuff, express how much he liked them, apologize, but he decided against it. As he glanced about the pub Cook noticed a fit looking lady at the bar. Late twenty's he guessed to himself as he looked at her.

"Right, the Cookie Monster has work to do." Cook murmured before giving the table a thud as he stood up and walked to the bar.

He was soon downing shots and snogging the lady after about half an hour she seemed very horny indeed, just the way Cook likes his girls. Cook smirked to himself before downing the rest of a pint followed in quick succession by someone else's shot that they had carelessly left next to him. He then took the lady, trying to remember her name before thinking fuck it.

"C'mon babe." He said to her leading her to the men's toilets, they were quickly locked inside a dirty cubicle, her legs around his waist. There lips clashing as he thrust into her. Her moans filling the cubicle for a while before he finished with a groan. Cook then put his cock back into his trousers and without saying anything more walked out of the toilets leaving the lady alone with no intention of talking to her again.

By the time Cook had got back out of the toilets last order were being called at the bar, only Naomi, Emily, Karen and JJ were left. The five of them chatted as they drank there last drinks before leaving the pub. Once outside they were walking together slowly. Cook was walking next to Emily.

"Thanks." Cook said to Emily.

Emily looked at Cook confused "What for?"

"For keeping my secret remember, I guess I just crashed and burned though." Cook said in explanation.

Emily nodded understanding and gave a small smile before kissing Cook lightly on the cheek. "Keep in touch while in your prison. Oh, and please let Naomi visit you sometimes. It'd be horrible for her otherwise, she thinks of you as family you know?"

Cook nodded "Yeah." He didn't know how to say what he wanted to, but he gave a smile which he hoped explained it for him. Before the two of them sped up as they had fell back from the crowd. As they caught up with the other a random guy knocked into Cook, who was going to ignore it, until he heard the guy shout the word arsehole. Cook turned around, his fist lashing out, with one strike to the guys face the guy fell to the floor so Cook just turned back around ignoring the comments about him being a psycho as they carried on walking. After a few minute Emily and Naomi were at where they had to turn to head home, everyone said goodbye before Cook grabbed Naomi into a tight hug.

"Take care Blondie." he said before releasing her from the hold.

As Naomi and Emily were walking away Cook shouted out to them "You two lezzers best take care of each other!" he shouted with a smirk.

Cook, JJ and Karen walked back to Karen's house, the house in which Freddie used to live. JJ insisting he wanted to sleep in the shed with Cook.

Karen said goodnight giving them both a hug. "I'm going to miss you." Karen said to Cook before walking into the house. Cook and JJ stepping into the shed.

Cook woke up quite early the next morning, he didn't bother checking the time though, it was irrelevant, he had only one thing to do. He drank some lucozade and it a cigarette. JJ sat up from the armchair he had been sleeping on.

"Today's the day then?" JJ asked.

Cook just nodded. The two of them sat in silence while Cook smoked.

"Don't forget about me, right? I mean, I still wanna se you and stuff…. You - you and Freddie, we were the musketeers remember, I love you Cook." JJ said his eyes fixed on Cook.

Cook just stood up gesturing JJ to do the same. Cook then embraced JJ in a hug. "You're my brother from another mother mate, I fucking love you more than out else on this shitty little planet."

JJ nodded. "Take care in prison."

"I'm Cook, I don't need to take care, I'm the dogs bollocks ain't I" Cook said with a slight grin. "You get off home mate, you cant come to the police station."

The two exchanged goodbyes before JJ left. A few minutes later Cook left. His iPod on full blast, earphones in his ears, Ace Of Spades by Motorhead on repeat as he walked to the police station, his shoulders swaying. Once he reach the police station he turned the iPod off, tucking the earphones into the pocket of his Harrington jacket. He walked confidently into the police station and to the desk. A miserable looking policeman with a bald head looked at Cook from behind the desk.

"How can I help you?" Asked the policeman.

"I'm here to hand myself in, your lot are looking for me. I'm Cook." Said Cook looking right at the policeman.

"Cook?" Asked the policeman.

"Yeah, Cook. I'm James Cook."

A/N: Please give some feedback, it would be appreciated.

I don't think this story is quite finished yet…