A/N: This is a rewrite of this story, completely different! Skins Rise - Part III

Excuse me for awhile,

While I'm wide-eyed and I'm so down caught in the middle.

I've excused you for awhile, while I'm wide-eyed

And I'm so down caught in the middle.

-London Grammar, "Strong"

7:02 AM - Tuesday /

James Cook - or as we know him, "Cook" was just landing in Edinburgh, Scotland. If he could he would of left Manchester as soon as he finished beating the shit out of Louie. Unfortunately he could not do that since he was running low on cash and needed to find a quick job with easy pay to fill up his pockets so he could be on his way. He kept quiet on the streets of Manchester hoping that no one would expose him, although he was growing tired of running there was one last thing he needed to do. Three days later after working at a famous restaurant on the more snobbish side of Manchester he brought some plane tickets online, thanked the older man and his wife for letting him crash in their home upstairs from the restaurant and was on the next flight to Scotland. At this point in time Cook didn't know what to fucking think out of all this, his potential girlfriend (Emma) was murdered because of him, the girl's family were dead because of him. Every time he glanced down at his hands they were covered with blood that did not belong to him and that sent another wave of anger inside of him. How come every time he tried to start a new life it had to be destroyed? Why can't anything good stay?

Cook rubbed his eyes as he felt tired from everything that was building up, he couldn't sleep and could barely eat. He was up all hours of the night just letting his thoughts eat him alive. He didn't know what to make this pain and anger go away so he did nothing but work and think and work and think. Of course he drank some alcohol but that only made him forget for a little while and the haunting images always found their way back into his brain. There he stood in the middle of the airport watching as people brushed themselves by talking loudly or some not talking at all. He sighed wondering what direction he should take, he moved himself through people and their suitcases he only had a duffle bag on his shoulder so he did not have much to drag around. He walked himself towards the exit and grabbed a pamphlet on his way out, he stood outside breathing in the smell of damp earth. This place was so green opposed to Bristol or Manchester, of course they had there areas of green but holy fuck there's plenty to see beyond the buildings.

He waved down a taxi and did not notice a guy climb into the other side as soon as he climbed in. Cook was too busy looking at the pamphlet until he was settled inside and his shoulders brushed against the others.

Cook looked up to see a guy with brown hair staring back at him, "Well looks like we're going to be taking this cab together then?"

The cab driver in the front was waiting for the two to stare arguing as he watched the two in the rearview morning. Cook just nodded his head, "If that's alright with you mate?"

The brown haired guy nodded his head with a small smile on his lips, he was obviously an American...his accent said it all. He was tall, the top of his head almost touching the ceiling of the car. He had light green eyes, a stubble all around his jawlines , and his face just screamed arrogance. Cook would know, he's seen that same look on his face when he was younger. The guy was messing around with his phone while Cook looked down at his pamphlet, the cab driver did not take off yet due to the upcoming traffic that awaiting them in front. Sighing Cook did not know where the hell he was supposed to be going, he could stay at a motel for a couple of nights while he did his research on what he was looking for. After sitting in the cab for ten minutes he placed the pamphlet into his back pocket as the driver turned to look at the two.

"Whaur ur ye aff tae?" The slummy looking chap asked the two.

The brown haired man gave Cook a look who smirked in return, "Are we supposed to understand you?"

Cook shook his head, "He wants to know where we're heading."

"Oh. The Royal Black Sands Hotel." He said with a pressed smile before returning back to his phone.

Cook turned his attention to the windows watching as the man pulled off from the curb and sped off down the narrow roads. It was quiet for a good five minutes or so before the guy beside him decided to ask, "I'm Roy."

Breaking his intense stare from the passing buildings he turned and stared at the hand that was awaiting him. Cook placed his hand in his shaking it in greeting before replying, "Cook."

Roy grinned at Cook, "Nice to meet you man...so you defiantly don't have an accent like the dude that's driving us, but you're defiantly from overseas right?"

"Yeah mate," Cook answered in short. He didn't need more people finding out who he was, he was perfectly content with just answering as little as possible.

"That's cool...I came over here because a lot of my buddies from back home said that overseas was the place to be, especially the partying sights. I just broke up with my girlfriend Leah, she was such a controlling bitch so I'm out looking for a good time."

This guy had to be around the same age as Cook as himself or a bit older, he seemed alright for an American. Even though he sorta talked about himself, he didn't seem so bad. Cook snickered letting Roy know that he was indeed listening to him, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

Roy grinned, "I hope so too. A few of my boys are flew over from Amsterdam yesterday so we're meeting up at the hotel, I'm looking for some thick red-heads if you know what I mean." He said measuring out a women's figure shape with his hands.

Again Cook could not resist but letting out a small laugh...this guy was a funny one.

Laughing Roy shrugged, "Enough about me man. What brings you to The Land of The Cakes?"

Cook wondered if he should let the cat out of the bag, he didn't have to say too much without giving himself away. He did not just trust anyone, especially someone he just met in a cab.

"I'm here on the search of a friend of mine-"

Roy cut Cook off quickly, "Is she hot?"

Cook stared at Roy shaking his head, "How'd you know I'm talkin' about a bird?"

Roy frowned, "Does bird mean chick in your language? I'm guessin' so...but I can tell just by the tone of your voice it's about a chick. It sounds like your caught up, I can just sense that you've missed her and really want to see her."

Images of his friend's face breezed in his mind as he thought about her for a few seconds. If he found her what would he say to her? He was surprised to find that she moved to Scotland after searching some information on her around the web. Masking his face Cook said nothing in response but that was all Roy needed, he was a good reader that's for fucking sure. The driver pulled up to a hotel that was located on the end of a street, it had a decent size and was built from stone.

"You honestly look unsure of yourself, where are you even staying?" Roy asked as they continued to sit in the backseat.

Cook chewed on the bottom of his lip, "I dunno. I'm thinkin' a motel or somethin'? That's the only thing I can afford right now."

Roy nodded, "Alright. Why don't you just come at my hotel for now and we can see if we can find any motels nearby?"

Why was this guy so friendly? Could Cook trust this guy? There was nothing for him to lose, so he fished around in his jeans to pay the cab driver who looked pretty impatient. Roy shook his head, "Don't worry about it, I've got it." He tossed some money in the front before climbing out and grabbing his suitcase and duffle bag from the trunk, tapping the hood after he was done grabbing his things to let the driver know he could go. Cook smelled the air once more, he was so damn close he could feel it.

Roy tapped his shoulder and led the way as they both crossed the street towards the hotel. Once inside Roy went over to the check-in area while Cook studied the hotel, for one thing he could tell it was very clean. While he studied the designs of the building he begin to get lost in his own thoughts which was nothing new. Cook heard his name being called, he blinked himself out of his daze to see Roy waving him over. Cook slowly made his way over to the desk to see a nice looking red head behind the counter with...blow job lips and green eyes staring at him.

"Beloved Bethany here can be the answer to your problems," Roy stated and winked as Bethany blushed and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Cook looked over at Bethany who smiled, "Hiya! Roy here was tellin' me all about your friend, I'm willing to help ye."

Roy glanced back at Cook over his shoulder with a coy smile, "Bethany here says she knows just about everyone here in Scotland. Which is fascinating since Edinburgh looks like a big fuckin' place."

Bethany nodded as she leaned over the counter to whisper something towards the two, "I'm also into computer hacking...so I can easily track this girl down...or if you want to play it safe I can see who the girl talks to around here. Send you off on ye way so you can chat with that person and they can point you off in the right direction."

The last thing Cook needed was for the girl's computer to get tracked down by her boss, no matter how good the girl may say she is he couldn't take that chance. He would go with option B, he could not risk being caught...not quite yet.

Roy growled which made Cook look over at Roy as if he was crazy, "I might have to start calling you Naughty Bethany. That's a turn on baby."

Cook scrunched up his nose as Bethany giggled, E-fuckin' nough of this. You two can go back to flirtin' after you help me."

Bethany cleared her throat as she broke her glance from Roy who was kissing his lips at her, Cook playfully gave him a good smack on the back of his head to get him to focus.

"So what will it be Mr. Cook?" Bethany asked as her hands were folded against each other.

"The second option. Also when you're done with that can you also help me find a motel?"

Bethany smiled looking up at Cook through her eyelashes, he could not tell if she was trying to flirt with him...but it was a failed attempt.

"Of course I can."

11:15 A.M. /

"Breathe Carter. Breathe." A young woman coached as a man in his late twenties was now slammed up against the wall.

She turned her attention to the two buff man that held onto her patient, she politely asked them to let go of him since his five year old daughter and his wife were also in the room. The two men stood by the door and watched as the women made her way towards him slowly, she held his face in his hands.

"I understand. Although you feel that your wife and your family do not understand you, I do. Together we have to help them understand you, if you just let us know what's going on inside. You have to let us in...if you don't do that Mark, how do you expect us to help?" She soothed the now sobbing man.

Her buzzer went off but she ignored it as she held onto the man's face to help him keep calm. His jade colored orbs looked up at the woman's almost see through green colored eyes, "T-There are voices in my head Doc. There are v-v-visions of the war that haunt me." He whispered as more tears threatened to leak from the corner of his eyes.

The doctor gave him a soft smile, "See? That's a start."

He nodded his head before slowly sliding onto the floor and slipping back into his daze. The doctor turned her attention to his wife who had a hand covering her mouth and her other hand holding her child to her legs. Swallowing she looked over at her two guards, "Do me a favor Eddie? Would you please get take Mark's little girl out to his mother? Ryan? Could you please take Mark into section EA for a little bit? I would like to have a world with his wife Autumn for a little bit?"

The two men moved at her request as the doctor pointed to the open couch that was placed in front of her desk. The doctor plopped down into her chair holding a strong gaze as the wife tried to control her sobs. She snatched a few tissues out of her box that was seated on the end of her desk before reaching over and handing them to her patient's wife Autumn. The young woman waited patiently as Autumn wiped her make-up stained face.

"I-I can't put my child through this anymore Dr. Hollingberry. I can't put myself through this anymore. He's been injured and home from Iraq for eight months. We've been seeing you for three, you put him on meds and it just seems to make everything worse."

Mark Santos was Jemima Hollingberry's first and most important case. Jemima worked her arse off to get where she is to this day, of course she is still practicing psychology but this was a taste of the real world. She successfully helped a young girl with depression a year ago even though she was her only patient that year. Now Jemima had her own private office as she still studied Clinical practice. Sometimes she interned at mental homes and other clinical practices to see what she could do to increase her works. Jemima can count on two hands how many patients she's had but that doesn't mean that she should give up. She's a new psychologist and everyone knows how that feels when there s a newbie. Jemima easily made friends due to her fiancee who was a well know cute in the city part of Edinburgh, that also gave Jemima more patients even though she'll never admit it. One thing she can't stand is to be belittled for work that she's built and have someone take the credit. Don't get her wrong, she loved her fiancee dearly but he did not study psychology or go to school for it he went to culinary school. He did not have to stay or put in extra hours to purchase the semi small building to hold her practice, he did not take the criticism for her job, she did. Of course Rex worked just as hard for his work and Jemima supported him just as he supported her. However, it did cause a bit of anger within Jemima when she heard the rumors floating around...that basically said that she wouldn't be shit without Rex.

Jemima shook her head, "No. He just admitted that there were voices in his head, he's never said those exact words to you or anybody in the family has he? The first time he stepped foot into this office I saw PSTD right off the bat, just how he carried himself and how he looked around the office. He barely talked to me for the first month. He soon proceeded to tell me about his dreams and how he accidentally shoved you, how he screamed at your little girl and his mother. I gave him pills. Now he's telling me he's hearing voices. That leads me to schizophrenia...now I don't want to be the doctor that just says 'oh just throw some more pills on him' we're going to figure this out, I promise."

Autumn listened carefully before whispering, "I know marriage is all about sickness and health, but I don't think it's best if he comes home with us." She said referring to herself, their child, and his mother who all lived in the same household.

Jemima nodded, this was a common thing for a partner to say.

"Very well. I can arrange a testing for him in a hour or two here, after that we'll send him down to the home for a couple of days just to monitor him. Do you want to be here for the testing?" Jemima asked as she flipped through her planner and scribbled her patient's name down for a testing at 1 P.M.

Autumn closed her eyes tightly before whispering, "Y-Yes."

Jemima looked up at the woman before moving to stand in front of her, she grabbed onto her hands.

"Trust me when I say the beginning is always the hardest, Mrs. Santos. I'll get the family through this, know that I never break any promises. Now what I want you to do it take your family home, rest up and for you to be back here before 1. Can you do that for me?"

Autumn shakily stood up and wrapped her arms around Jemima, who hesitated before giving her a tight squeeze. It broke her heart to see families go through this or rather her patients! This was a tough subject to touch on but that's what made psychology important to her, ever since she was a wee girl she knew that she needed to help as many people in the world whether it was physically, mentally, emotional...you name it. She had a past of her own that was similar to every case she took on. It's a known fact that you should never mix business with personal issues and that would always be Jemima's number one mistake.

5:56 P.M. /

From having lunch in her office, to running test on her patient, to studying theories, and checking what was scheduled for the rest of the week. You could say that twenty-two year old Jemima Hollingberry was pooped, but that just came with that job. She made sure her tape collection, her desk, and prescribed medication were locked before she draped her lab coat on the back of her chair. She pulled on a brown snood scarf around her neck before slipping into her tan double breasted trench coat with black leather trim on top of her black and white long sleeved dressed. Grabbing her keys out of her satchel which was a common mistake of women to do (not having their keys out before they get to their cars) and she was out of her office leaving it open for the night janitor to clean. Jemima was glad she was not leaving at 7 or after like last week, last week was stressful since she did have a bit of hard time with her patients. This time she could actually have dinner with her fiancee and could not wait to get a little drunk and have him rub her feet and back.

She slipped into the cold January air and jogged down the front steps of the medium sized office. She turned to the right and continued on her small walk spotting her yellow 1976 Ford Bronco parked beneath a tree. There were a at least three more cars left in the parking lot, she spotted her assistant sitting her car waiting for it warm up she supposed. Soon, Jemima found herself unlocking her SUV and tossing her satchel onto the passenger seat. She was just about to climb into the car before she heard a voice whisper into the frosty air, "Jemz!"

Frowning she thought the voice sounded strangely familiar, shaking her head she brushed it off before getting ready to climb into her car once more.

"Jemz! Are ya really gonna ignore me?" The voice asked again.

Jemima ripped herself away from her car before looked around in the evening sky to see where the fuck the voice was coming from. She looked over to her right to see a figure standing underneath the post lamp, Jemima took her glasses off earlier and didn't have a contacts in so she was not sure what to believe at this exact moment in time. Slowly Jemima made her way over to the light to get a closer look, once she was about five or so spaces away she gasped. It was the famous James Cook, the kid she grew up with until she was about age 9. He parents then moved back to Scotland because her dad got a great job, they kept in touch over the internet all four of the musketeers did. Once she reached the age of the 12 that's when her life started to turn to shit, her step-mother turned out to be a fucking pervert. That was the first time Jemima was inappropriately touched and it went on until her 13th birthday where her step-mother tried to kill her after Jemima wanted to come clean to her father. Her father was out buying supplies for her not so surprised birthday party and her step-mother tried to set her on fire.

"James!" Jemima cried before throwing her arms around Cook's neck, who immediately threw his arms around her waist squeezing her to his body.

Cook was only called James by two people his Jemima and his mum who didn't really give a fuck about. He only allowed it because it was Jemz, the girl who he grew up with and held a close relationship through it all. He breathed in her scent, boasted pepper, vanilla orchid and a soft wood scent just like he remembered. He buried his nose into her exposed neck as he squeezed her tighter, Jemima could not believe at years of not seeing and hearing from Cook after what happened he suddenly just showed up. She could feel tears swimming in her eyes as she pulled back and punched him right in the jaw. Cook grunted as he held onto his jaw as Jemima started yelling at him in her mixture of a Scottish and British accent. Cook often found it attractive how she always put him in his place especially back at Uni. He picked himself up as he rubbed his jaw, "Fuck! I still see you have a very strong aim!"

Jemima moved to hit him again but Cook caught her wrist before she could. They were now in each other's faces, breathing each other's air. Jemima was breathing heavily as she glared at Cook, her eyes turned a hazel color whenever she was cross with someone which was usually often or it used to be back in Bristol. Jemima was always angry, she had a temper and even attended anger management groups after her father forced her when she got out of juvi and moved back to Bristol to be closer to her mom. Cook studied her face, Jemima was also very fit...they even fucked but it was only good on Jemima's part. She thought maybe he would get over Effy after they slept together but he was the one who iniated it. Effy was the one who left Cook for Freddie...but how could you call what Effy and Cook had a relationship? Well maybe it was in Cook's mind but it did not seem that way to Effy...again none of this was Jemima's business so she tried her best to keep quiet about the whole situation. Her hair was naturally straight, dark and fell down to the mid of her back. Not only were eyes striking but the confidence that raised off of her was also intimidating, her skin a honey amber tone, high cheek bones, plum lips, thin but with curves to match.

It was evident that Jemima had feelings for Cook but always put them on hold whenever Cook went after Effy. It was always about Effy, the story was sickening but somehow eccentric.

"I guess I deserved you hitting me, yeah?" Cook said with a small smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

Jemima stared back at him, "Yeah! You didn't think once to call or write after everything that's happened?!"

Cook could see so many emotions swimming around in his friend's eyes and could not pick one to label the look on her face. He opened his mouth to say something but kept closing it not finding the right words to say. A horn broke the two from their overwhelming conversation, Jemima turned to see her assistant/ secretary Yazmine in her Volkswagen beetle staring at the two, "Is everything alright here Jemima?"

She eyed Cook, "I can call Eddie or Ryan to handle whatever problem you're having."

Jemima smiled at how protective her friend was being, "No. That's quite alright, this is actually an old friend of mine. Cook this my friend who works with me, Yazmine and Yazmine this is my friend Cook."

Cook leaned forward to give Yazmine a shake but she just continued to eye him. Dropping his hand he looked back at Jemima who told Yazmine that she would be fine and that she would see her on Thursday. Jemima turned to see Cook's face and gave off a soft laugh, "Don't mind her thon yin's a bit protective."

The two friends sat in silence in the cold winter's air for awhile not knowing what to say. They've been friends all these years but somehow it feels like they were strangers. Both Cook and Jemima missed out on a few years of each other's lives, but perhaps tonight they could get it back? Jemima clapped her hands together after breaking her gaze from her car, "Well where ya stayin' tonight?"

In reply Cook shrugged, "At a hotel near the city."

Jemima frowned, "That's in the opposite direction of where I stay. How long have you been here?"

"Just got here."

Jemima breathed and raised her eyebrow in question. She had so many questions to ask him, he looked so different so much older and mature. They both grew so much. Cook's hair was now grown over his forehead and was a bit darker, facial hair was now growing on chin but other wise then that he still sounded the same and pretty much looked the same opposed to minor changes. Blowing her breath into the air she felt some anxiety coming on which she's hasn't had one of those in months. It was all surreal having James here, but she punched him so she knows this is real. He looked extremely tired and looked like he's been going through a lot and Jemima was going to get to the bottom of it.

She waved her hand at out to James waiting for him to grab her hand, "Come on then, you're staying with me tonight."

Cook frowned at her but grabbed onto her hand too tired to argue with her. She led him to her car and he tossed his bag into the backseat then placed his seat belt on. Feeling whoozing Jemima breathed as she gripped on tightly to the steering wheel, "Can you see if my anxiety pills are in my bag for me please, James?" She asked panting.

Bending down Cook grabbed her bag from the floor underneath him as he began to search through her bag, "I can't believe your still taking these shits, Jemz." He muttered as he pushed things aside.

Leaning her head back onto the headrest, "Ah fuck it! Get the spliff out of the glove department and light it."

Cook did so not asking any questions, so she still smoked which was something that hasn't changed so far. He carefully handed it over as she took a long drag and he rubbed her leg trying to help calm her. After a minute or so she handed it off to Cook who gladly took it as she finally started to drive. It roughly took about 25-30 minutes to get to and from work. Somehow it seemed that this ride would be awfully long.

Now calm Jemima stated, "You look completely different you know that James? What's happened?"

Cook did not know how to answer. He knew evidently he would have to come clean...about everything. Jemima was one of the only people that he knew of that would understand or so he hoped. He didn't know what the fuck he was so afraid of. He did not know the real reason why he was here only partially. He knew he needed to run because the feds were bound to come for Louie but he came to Scotland not only because he was running again but he was running to someone and just where.

Instead of answering he decided to ask a question back, "What about you? I see you're workin' at some doctors office, what do you do?"

Sighing Jemima turned down another road leading some a road filled with nothing with green hills on both sides. It was getting darker with each mile, Jemima knew this was how Cook would react. She sucked on the stick before blowing it out the small opening of the window, "I'm a psychologist."

It was Cook's turn to raise his eyebrows he would of never thought that Jemima would because that. Not that he didn't believe in her because he did. She was fuckin' smart, she read a lot when she wasn't screaming her pretty little arse off. Jemima noticed Cook's silence as she handed him the spliff back, "Funny how I became a psychologist after my fuckin' cousin get's murdered by one."

In that moment Cook felt his blood run cold and Jemima could feel it just by him sitting next to her. She looked over at him for a brief second before chewing on her lips, she was debating if she should just drop it but she'd held this in since Cook's disappearance.

"Jamie...I don't blame you for any of the shit that's happened, yeah? I've been where you are and I would of done the same exact thing for Fredz. I loved that kid just as much as you did! I'm not mad...no one was mad when they found that sick fuck's body."

Cook's fingers were digging into the palm of his hands as he listening to Jemima. All he could picture is him slipping through the downstairs window, picking up a bag with folded up clothes that were soaked in blood, he could remember the conversation with that fuckin' prick, he could remember taking the first swing, he could remember winning...but that never brought Freddie back. The spliff was now gone out the window and his once calm mind was racing again.

"I've served my time in juvi after getting rid of my step-mother but no-one blamed me. All I'm saying is no one blamed you and we really wished you wouldn't have left the way that you did." She whispered.

That hurt. James Cook often wondered what everyone's reactions were after he fled from Bristol, he knew someone reported him. He knew someone in that house would find John Foster's body. He wondered what Freddie's sister would say since she was the one who told him to go and find Freddie, what would his father say? What would all of their friends say? Effy? Jemima? Freddie? He thought about writing a letter to the most important ones that needed to hear from his side like to Freddie's family, Jemima, and writing a note to JJ just so he could read it to the renaming friends. What could he say, there was nothing to say...the deed was done.

"Can we stop this?"

"James-"

"Seriously, Jemz! I-I can't fuckin' talk about this right now. You wouldn't get it."

"Try me." She argued.

The 21 year old just simply shook his head feeling pain in his chest, "I-It hurts so fuckin' much...I-I can't relive that moment. Just p-please for fucks sake just let it go. I-I promise I'll talk to ya about it but n-not tonight, please don't make me Jemz."

Jemima looked over at her dear friend, not once has she seen him so vunerable like this before. She's seen him overly excited, pissed, bitter, and just plain bonkers but not once has she ever seen pain on his face. She swallowed her own tears and pulled into her long drive-way, once she put the car in drive she climbed out of her car quickly and opened his door to encircle her best friend into her arms as he tried to stop crying.

"It's okay JC. I won't bother you with this anymore, not until you're ready. And when you are I will be there," She stated as she now held onto his face.

His blue eyes searched hers as he gave her a shaky smile, she kissed his cheek.

"Now come on, let's gang inside." She ushered.

James steadied himself as he looked up at the white Victorian house, there were plenty of windows giving off the impression that the house had lots of rooms. The whole house was surrounded by green but there was no escaping that in Scotland; Cook began to follow Jemima over to the front door which was painted abluegreen color.

"Why do you need a house this massive? Who else lives in here with ya?" Cook questioned as Jemima unlocked the door.

Jemima kicked off her shoes in the mud room that you immediately walked into. The house was already warm which made Jemima believe that her fiancee was home. She pulled off her jacket hanging it onto the hook along with her bag, "I live her with my fiancee, our two pups and he has a large family and they tend to drop by whenever the hell they feel like it. Now leave your jacket by the door and follow me."

Cook kicked off his shoes and placed his jacket on the hook as he followed Jemima over the large dividing step and made a slight right into the main entry hallway. The walls were painted a light cream with an old light hanging from the ceiling, there was a dark wood oddly colored wood chair to the right and a mirror, a table with flowers to the left. If you looked straight there were a set of stairs, Cook was too caught up in studying the house that he didn't realize that Jemima said Fiancee and that she was now calling for him. Jemima turned to the left walking over to the table which held a open book, she looked down at the note before looking over at Cook.

"Alright James...looks like Rex, my fiancee took the dogs to get some supplies to finish off tonight'd dinner. First things first I'll give a slight introduction of what's down on this level, then I'll take you to the bedroom-"

Cook smirked studying her figure, "Well Jemz, if you wanted me nude all you had to do was ask."

With a scoff and a roll of her eyes she said, "There's the James we all know and love."

James moved to place a kiss on her temple as he looked and decided to head to the right side of the house and pushed two barn-like doors open to reveal a kitchen that you had to step down into. The kitchen was nicely done and in shades of white and black, whatever this Rex bloke was cooking smelled delicious. Jemima steering Cook back out through the kitchen knowing that Rex did not like people sampling anything before the product was complete. He led him down the hall showing him a door the connected to laundry room that connected into the kitchen, across from that was a half bath and if you continued down there was a pool room/ library. They walked back out towards the entry room and on the left hand side was the garage door. Soon Jemima took Cook to where he would be staying on the second floor which is the floor that her and Rex sleep on. There were two other bedrooms on that floor and one more floor not counting the attic. Cook was proud that Jemima seemed to be doing well and going on with her life what he couldn't believe was that she was a bride to be.

Jemima left him in his room to relax and for him to take a bath while she left to do the same. During his shower time he let his mind drift to what happened over these few years to now. What was going to happen here in Scotland? What could happen here could change him for the good or for the worse, he'll never know. As the water ran down his face, 'I don't really like the idea that another man gets to touch you.' Cook thought. Was he as cookie cutter perfect as he seemed to be? Cook could not judge that's for sure but Jemima does deserve to be happy, she deserves to be loved. But if not by this Rex character then by who?

Cook found himself peeking out of the bathroom door, there were no towels left in the bathroom.

"Jemz?" Cook yelled into the silent hallway, if he listened carefully he could hear some pop song playing loudly. There was no way Jemima could hear him if she was taking a shower and blasting music. Sighing Cook stepped out of the bathroom and wondered down the hallway towards his room, this was the not the first time he walked around a house naked before and probably wouldn't be the last.

"What the fuck?!" Cook turned around to see a guy with dark brown shoulder length hair, pale skin, red lips, with a blank green-blue stare.

His accent sounded American also, what is it with all the Americans wondering around in Scotland today? Everything was hanging out for this guy to see and Cook really couldn't be bothered.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?" The guy questioned in a nonchalant tone.

Cook just smirked, "You must be Rex. Well mate, I'm Cook."

A/N: So this is the re-written version! I hope you all like you so far, I've worked so hard on it...for hours but who's counting? There's so much in store for Cook and Jemima I'm excited. This part which I'm calling Part 3 Of Skins Rise is taking place only a few days after what goes down in skins rise part two if you didn't catch that. I tried to make this as long as possible like a actual episode. I left my previous writing of 'Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You' up because I liked it but I know that wouldn't have gotten anywhere. I'm planning on telling this in three more parts after this one, there's just so much in store and I'm reaaaady!

The punch scene is still the same as the original. Jemima's background is different and you'll still learn a bit more of that as the story moves on. Jemima is Freddie and Karen's cousin, I loved Freddie and wanted to make Jemima's connection with him just as important.

Rex is still played by Rory Culkin - click on my profile if you need to know who that is. Also click on my profile to see what Jemima is driving and what her house with Rex looks like!(And for more info on the story!)

Far as updating goes...I'll update when I can. I've been lazy and the house computer is not in the right area for me to write so I really have to be in the mood. The next new stories coming your way will probably be a teen wolf and a shameless story :)

I hope you all are having a safe/ better summer than I am!

-ALovelyEccentricSoul