A/N: We all knew this time would arrive and it's finally here! First let me say a (Late) HAPPY NEW YEAR! I wish all of you the best year possible or find ways to make this year better than last. Anyways here's the last chapter of Stop The World I wanna Get Off With You and I sincerely hope you sorta enjoy it. Happy reading!

Please remember me, don't forget my name.

Leave a candle burnin', carry you're my flame.

When you sing my songs, when my voice no longer speaks...

Carry me within your memories...

Remember me, remember me.

-Eivor, "Remember Me"

...

Always a riddle in the world she says,

Always a riddle inside my head.

Always a thing to wonder the way we come to be

Oh it's a big old place for me, it's a big old world indeed.

Everyone is killing me and everything conspires.

Oh in dreams I have watched it spin

See a violent crack of atoms were all that comes in,

Oh in dreams I have lain in sin

Just to be the cracked and the cared for.

How can I ask, ask for more?

-Ben Howard, "In Dreams"

...

It felt so sweet, It felt so strong

It made me feel like I belonged, and all the sadness inside me melted away

Like I was free.

I found what I have been looking for in myself,

Found a life worth living for someone else

Never thought that I could be happy.

-Marina and The Diamonds, "Happy"

Time was almost up.

Jemima left Cook alone with Effy after realizing that the deep conversation that was going to occur between the two had nothing to do with her. She waited outside sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her torso, staring out into London's scenery preparing herself for the wait.

Cook's eyes were trained on Effy, whenever he broke his gaze from her's he could feel her burning holes into him but as he tried to catch her eye she returned back to tapping her fingertips against the table. Her once long dark brown hair was cut very choppy and boyish but she was still Effy...once upon a time his Effy. Effy found the courage to sit up straighter in the hard chair her arms now crossed over her chest, "Get on with it," Her raspy voice echoed in Cook's ears.

The man before her blinked a few times before asking, "What?"

Effy eyes were trained on another woman dressed the same as her holding her child close to her with tears in her eyes. She broke her eyes away gaining the strength to stare at the man she shared plenty of memories with. Her eyes traced over his face, his reddish brown hair grew out allowing some of it to rest against a bit of his forehead. He had a bit of facial hair growing in on his chin area, he looked different but she knew it was still the same Cook. She wondered if she looked any different to him besides the messed up haircut she'd been given? Her eyes met his for a long second before she repeated herself, "Get on with it. Say what you need to say so we can be done here."

Cook noticed her breathtaking blues held emptiness but Effy Stonem could fool you like that. Cook rested his elbows on the table keeping his eyes trained on hers, "I know you don't want to go back in there. 'Cause I'm sure it's not pretty behind those doors."

Effy sighed, "Wow. That was not what I was expecting out of you Cook, I waiting for you to ask if I became someone's bitch or not."

Cook almost gave her a full smile, "I doubt you would ever become someone's bitch but I know you would be the one to make someone else your bitch."

For a second there Cook saw a flash of light pass through her eyes and he knew that was a start.

Jemima glared at her cellphone that continued buzzing in her hand. Not only had Rex asked his sisters to call her, she received a slurred voice message from his mother making up assumptions about leaving her son. This was all fucked up, just like it used to be when she was growing up to be the woman she was to this exact moment in time. She should feel sorry about sleeping with Cook but somewhere in her mind she didn't feel that bad. Cook made her realize that her life started going downhill as soon as she accepted Rex's proposal in front of his family. She felt like the relationship started to become forced more than naturally. They did the same thing everyday: wake up, have breakfast together, take the dogs for a quick walk, see each other off for work, return home from work, chat with Rex while he prepared dinner, watch television while cuddling and laugh at jokes that weren't even close to being funny, go to their room wait while the other finished their night routines, have average sex every other night. It was all the same bullocks that Jemima could not believe that it took her four months before her wedding to realize that Rex was no longer what she wanted.

With a groan she tilted her head back banging it against the building behind her hoping that some sense would come through.

"How long have you got?" Cook asked.

Effy snorted, "Are we really going to have this conversation? I know Jemima she's a smart one. She brought you here to talk to me about something that I would much rather ignore." Her eyes were back to staring at the lady, her child, and her significant other.

Cook didn't think he was ready to talk to her about that just yet. He knew they had limited time before Effy would have to go back and his hands were sweaty. He used to love this girl, was he completely over her? She broke him apart when she started having feelings for his best mate, he loved her but she didn't love him back. He found time to try to get over that part but he didn't know if it was fully out of his system just yet.

"Alright you wanna get to the point? I fucked up. I fucked up real bad. I wanted revenge for Freddie's death so I snapped like a ticking time bomb. No, I didn't do it for you I did it for my mate. Even though the both of you broke me and didn't give a fuck about my feelings I wouldn't want either of you to end up...dead. I was too late and that thought haunts me, I ran because I was afraid. Not of living my life in jail but I murdered someone at eighteen, practically still a kid. That haunts me. Freddie haunts me. You haunt me." Cook finished his voice a low whisper as he stared Effy right in the eyes.

Effy felt her heart racing, her eyes were beginning to feel wet, she let out a breath as she stared down at her lap. Freddie. When she heard the news she never cried so hard before in her life. She locked herself away until she got herself together to become the Effy everyone knew her as but as she grew up she learned how to deal with it. She was hurt and angry but she kept it together enough until she decided to leave Bristol and move to London with Naomi. Effy held onto her chest as she clenched her teeth together, how could she forget about Freddie? How could she forget about Cook? Effy could bleed for as long as she wanted but if it continued to hurt she would learn to push everything to the back of her mind.

"I didn't mean to fuck with your heart Cook. I didn't mean it, I swear it. I just- I just felt safer and in love with Freddie. What we had was just mind blowing sex and I'm sorry for everything. But it doesn't change the fact that you left too, I already lost Freddie and then to hear that you had something to do with- with my doctors death?! You ran and you didn't come back-"

"I'm back now! I'm here right now," Cook exclaimed reaching for her closed fists.

Effy kept her eyes trained on their hands, "I was lost without him. As soon as I got better everything came crashing down and then you weren't around."

Did Effy care more about Cook than he thought she did? Why did she keep saying that but rephrasing it into different sentences?

"If I stayed around would you have used me again? Just to get rid of your pain because that would only damage me more."

Effy held her head, "I probably would have," Cook pulled his hands off hers running his hands over his face before leaning back in his chair, "It wouldn't be right but I was in a much different place now just like you are. I'm glad you did it for Freddie, I'm hurt by him not being here. It's not something you can just brush over your head...you need help...you need to do what's right. But it just hurts Cook and I don't understand why it hasn't stopped yet? Why won't it stop?" Her eyes filled up with water again as she turned her head to the side.

This conversation was killing Cook. It seemed as if Effy wouldn't come to terms with what was really going on with her. As soon as she gave a little she would have something pulling herself back to the eighteen year old she was three years ago. Cook realized that she hasn't let go of it, they both haven't let go. Cook needed to let go, they both needed to. Jemima brought him here because if he wanted to learn how to live his life right then he needed to see Effy. They needed to hash everything out before he could move on. At first he was ticked that she broke him here without talking to him about it, then nervous, now he just didn't know.

Jemima didn't know how long she stared out at nothing trying to process what the hell she was feeling. Could she leave Rex? Yes. Did she still love Cook the way she did when they were eighteen? Maybe.

Her phone buzzed again signaling that she had a text message. She opened the text message and frowned at what she saw.

From: Rex

I'll see u soon x

Cook wished he could hold her one last time, but of course there was a no touching policy or something along those lines. After a few tears Effy calmed herself making sure that none of the women here saw her.

"I loved him you know...he was my very first love and I don't think I'll ever be able to love like that again...no matter how messed up it was. And I knew he loved you. I know he wouldn't want you to suffer so much, he didn't like me suffering. I saw him a few times...in spirit telling me that I need to get a whole of myself and move on with my life. I did that and still fucked up!" Effy let out a small laugh.

"You live and you learn right?" Cook suggested.

Effy nodded as she ran her fingers over her chopped hair, "I'm glad you came here. I'm glad this happened. We all have to look at things differently. Remember the good times and the bad times we had with him, with each other. When I first saw you sitting here next to Jemima I thought about all the things I would have said to you back then but I...I can't be angry like that anymore. Most days I feel empty or not complete just not thinking or acting. But this is our wake-up call. And if Freddie comes to you, don't freak out just listen. Remember. Do what is right for you."

Cook thought about how he lived the last three years, how everything seemed like an illusion. Like nothing that happened was real or just a glimpse of what was to come, or simply just his imagination making up shit. That illusion turned into nightmares with haunting images that will forever be embedded in his mind. He was okay. He would be okay, he just knew it. The guards sarted rounding up other women letting Cook know that their time was up. Cook stood up and leaned over to the table to press two kisses to Effy's pale cheeks, then held his hands up as a guard started charging over.

"About remembering all the good and bad...will you also remember me?" Cook asked as she stood from her chair.

Effy gave him her signature wry smile, "Of course. You're Cook."

Cook watched as the guard held onto Effy's arm leading her towards the door, Effy looked at Cook over her shoulder to see him giving her a wave.

"I'll see you in two years and six months, yeah?" Effy asked her voice raspier than ever.

Cook nodded as the doors closed behind her, but he knew that she wouldn't.

Jemima didn't care that Cook would be mad at her. She knew it was the right thing to do and she desperately wanted to know what happened but she wouldn't dare ask what was said between the two. Jemima drove around for a little bit noticing that the sky looked painted black with a dash of blue here and there. Cook rested his hand on Jemima's as she drove through the country, "Pull over."

Cook had his eyes out the window the enter time since they entered the car. Something caught his eye a few times as they rode down the countryside road. Soft chillwave music filled the car's silence for awhile giving the two the time to think. Jemima thought about Rex while Cook thought over everything.

"Why? We're almost back to the city, you need to pee or something?" Jemima asked tapping on the gas to push the car faster.

Cook saw it again behind the grass, "Jemz pull over!"

Jemima rolled her eyes, "Don't yell at me," She snapped back before pulling the car over to the right side of the road.

Cook pushed the door open not hesitating as he ran in front of a oncoming car to go to the other side. Jemima jumped out of her car yelling at Cook's disappearing back, "Cook what the fuck?!"

He ran after the silhouette that led him through the field towards a large tree. Cook panted rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he cautiously stood a few feet away from the figure that had it's back turned to him. He blinked a few times as he took a few steps forward, "You alright mate?" He moved to place a hand on the figure's shoulder.

When the figure turned around Cook jumped backwards alarmed at the sight in front of him.

"Don't be afraid. Just listen." Cook could hear Effy's words playing through his head.

The familiar smile greeted Cook but this was not the same guy. This was not his mate, Freddie. He looked older with neck length hair, facial hair growing all around his mouth, he stood taller at 6'2, dressed causally.

"Why do you look so old mate?" Cook breathed.

Freddie laughed, "I thought you might say something like that. It's good to see you too, Cook."

He threw his arms around Cook's frame as Cook hesitated to pat his back. This was really happening. This was real. Cook knew he wasn't tripping on anything, he knew Jemima would never drug him, he didn't feel freaked out...just shocked.

Freddie stepped back and playfully knocked Cook's jaw, "You're lookin' pretty old yourself."

Cook scoffed, "Oh sod off."

Freddie chuckled looking up at the sky watching the breeze race towards the leaves. Freddie glanced back at Cook clapping his hands behind his back, "It looks like we have some time. We have a lot of shit to discuss, come on."

Cook watched as Freddie spun on his heels walking towards the tree. He took a deep breath shaking his head as he followed behind Freddie's ghost. Freddie sighed as he waited for Cook to stand beside him underneath the tree, "I've been watching you know...watching as you dealt with everything all on your own."

"You creepy bitch!" Cook yelled shoving his best friend backwards.

Freddie laughed as he caught himself, "It good to see that you gained a bit of your humor back after visiting Effy."

Cook frowned, "You were there."

Freddie nodded as the breeze brushed his hair back, "I told her that I would visit you next, there's still a few more I need to visit before I go."

"What? What do you mean go?"

Freddie smiled, "I can't remain here forever you know? I've got shit to do on the other side."

Cook shoved his hands into his pockets, "What's it like?"

Freddie stared off into the distance hearing the footsteps of his demanding little cousin before turning back to his mate, "It's peaceful. Obviously right since I'm so calm and not whining as much...but you don't worry about it cause you won't be here for a long time."

Cook licked his lips, "How...I'm sorry for not saving you."

Freddie shook his head as he held onto Cook's shoulders, "The fuck are you sorry for? It sucks that I had to die so soon, yeah? But it's not anyone's fault. You have to learn how to let everything go, no matter how hard it is for the haunting to let you go. It seems like you're ready you just don't know how."

"Yeah! How can I? I murdered someone, I lost you-"

"We know that story already, quit bitchin' and figure it out. Do something about it, it won't bring me back no but I'm here and I'll always be around bothering you when I have the time. Murder...I'm not sure how to give comforting words for that actually-" Freddie started laughing as Cook began to walk off.

Freddie jogged over to Cook and stood in front of him, "I'm just messing with ya. Life is too short, trust me I know. I don't want you to feel bad over what you did. You went after my cousin, JJ, and Effy asking for forgiveness but I'm giving you permission to let it go. You're the realest friend I ever had and you're gonna do what's right I know you will. You deserve to be happy."

Cook felt his eyes burning as he looked away from Freddie's smiling face, "Ah...you're making me emotional."

"Good, now you know that I did actually give a fuck about your feelings. I always have, I mean how couldn't you tell? Always bailing you out of trouble and trying to keep you out of trouble I mean we're brothers right?"

Cook nodded, "Always and always will be."

Freddie gave Cook a smile as he pressed a rough kiss to his cheeks, "Great. Now what are you going to do?"

Cook swallowed thinking everything over. He turned to Freddie and shrugged, "I have an idea but I'm worried how that'll effect what's already effected my future."

Freddie snorted as he held his hands out and his head back, "Fuck the future remember?"

Cook grinned, "Fuck the future," He repeated looking up at the stars.

When turned he noticed that Freddie was now gone. He glanced around for a little more but knew that from the breeze that began to flew that was his way of saying 'see you later.' He felt at ease after that talk, it seemed as everything was okay now. Cook could go on with his life now. Releasing a breath Cook stalked through the field bumping into Jemima panting body, "You're outta shape aren't you, darling?"

Jemima glared at Cook, "How...did...you...get...through...so...fast? And...what...the...hell...did...you...see that...was so...important for me...to stop...the...car?!"

The dark haired girl stood up straight now in Cook's arms, he smiled down at her and threw his arm over her shoulders leading her back towards her car. She wouldn't believe him if he said he was chasing after her cousin but he knew soon that she would.

"I was making time," Cook stated as he placed a kiss to her temple deciding to drive back.

Cook could faintly hear someone calling him through his dream land. He felt good about everything now, he knew it all had to do with Freddie's doing. He wondered if once you die the person gains some type of power to make a loved one feel alright? He slept with a smile on his lips and chatted with Jemima in bed before they both fell asleep. Of course when they came back to Naomi and Effy's the house was extremely quiet, there was a note saying that they were spending time at the hospital waiting for Naomi's mum to arrive. Jemima called Katie to check in before going to bed and Katie basically said everything was slowly processing through Emily's head.

A sharp pain woke Cook up, his eyes wide as he stared into Jemima's scary but pretty green eyes.

"Now what was that for?" Cook growled rubbing the burning skin.

When he got a good look of Jemima's face he felt the seriousness of the room. He sat up straight giving her a good view of his bare chest, "Jemz what's wrong?"

Jemima held onto Cook's face, "They found us Cook. You have to go now!"

Cook frowned as he stared into Jemima's face, a loud knocking on the door broke Jemima's gaze. She pressed her forehead against his and placed a tender kiss to his lips before shoving him. "Rex did this Cook, you have to go now."

Cook stood from the bed weighing his options, there were two things left he needed to do and he was not ready yet. He hurriedly grabbed onto the keys that Jemima threw at him shoving on articles of clothing before pulling himself out onto the rooftop. He was greeted with London's breeze as he looked for the fire escape and ran towards it once he saw it. Jemima walked over to the front door but before she could open the door the door was pushed open with police men as they ran through the apartment, there stood Rex smirking at her.

"What is this?! What the hell are they doing here?!" Jemima yelled as Rex stepped into the apartment.

Rex pointed behind Jemima, "They're here to arrest your friend for murdering...but that's something you failed to tell me."

Jemima kept her face normal although she was very surprised that Rex found out. How did he find out?

"What are you on about? Do you gentlemen and lady have a warrant to search this house?!" Jemima started but turned to the policemen who started stopped in the middle of the living room.

The lady officer shoved a piece of paper into her hands as the the others began to separate and search the flat. Jemima ran over the paper and glared back at Rex who folded his hands behind the back of his head with a smug look on his face.

"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't find out. We let a murder into our home. You think you're so smart thinking I wouldn't figure it out, I mean I listen in on Cook's conversation with JJ when he called that day. And you'll never guess what the topic of their conversation was!"

Jemima clenched her jaw to glance towards the back of the house as the police barged into the guest bedroom. Rex roughly pulled her chin to his, "I knew there was something off about the guy. He can't have you, I won't let that happen. We're meant to be baby," Rex stood in front of his fiancee brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

"How'd you find us?" Jemima whispered.

Rex smiled, "I'll always follow you. I had a tracking device placed into your phone that I brought you for your birthday a year ago. You never know what psychos might be after you."

Jemima's eyes went wide as she shoved Rex back, Rex let out a loud as he caught himself before shoving Jemima into the wall his arm pressed against her throat. Jemima's green eyes pierced into Rex's jade's as he held her against the wall, he trailed his nose against her cheek.

"He'll be in jail and you'll have no choice but to be with me. He'll have to serve at least twenty-five years in the slammer and you won't want him by them, plus you can't leave me because you'll be nothing without me." Rex proclaimed waiting for a reaction.

Jemima watched as the female police officer came back into the room, "What's going on here?"

Sending a smirk Rex's way Jemima taunted, "Good luck finding him."

Rex was forced to pull himself away from Jemima as the female police officer stood behind them concern written on her face. She introduced herself to Jemima as if the girl cared for her before asking, "I'd like for you to come with us down to the station."

As the police officer grabbed onto Jemima's forearm leading her out of the apartment she paused and turned to Rex. She pulled the engagment off her finger and threw it in Rex's face, "Don't ever think I became someone when we started dating. I know my self-worth and I know I don't belong with or to you. Oh yeah, and the wedding's off!"

Cook held onto his little brother who hugged his waist trying not to cry because their mum told him "Boys don't cry" which was a load of shit. Their mother was not home and Cook asked if this was normal finding that it was. The maid still kept the house clean and Paddy seemed to be doing okay. Cook held onto his brother knowing that he did not want his brother to come and visit him. He turned to JJ and his family giving them a smile, "I know you lot are moving to York but I want you to visit Paddy. Even though that should be my job but-"

"Don't worry about it Cook, we'll look after him." JJ said bouncing George on his hip.

Cook smiled and bumped fist with Paddy, "I want you to continue doing what you're doing. Don't take any of mum's shit if you don't agree with it but you treat her with respect since she is the lady of the house. Keep the glove on your cock, don't let me hear about you having a baby at thirteen. Keep your grades up and try to stay outta trouble, don't be like me be better."

Paddy nodded, "Got it. Why won't you let me visit you?"

Cook knew Paddy was older and understood things better at nine.

"'Cause I don't want you to be influenced more by the things I've done. I want you to be better, you got that?"

Paddy sucked his teeth, "That's not fair you already missed out on most of my life."

Cook sighed, "I know. If you want to come and see me at least wait for a bit yeah?"

Paddy gave him a soft smile, "Yeah."

Lara smiled at the sight, maybe Cook was not as bad as she thought he was. She went over to the large window in the living room and pulled the curtains back, she knew she heard a car door. Lara jogged back to JJ's side, "Cook...they're here."

Cook glanced down at Paddy's sad expression and rubbed the top of his head before placing a kiss there. He embraced JJ, waved at the baby in his arms, and squeezed Lara's hands before turning towards his destination. He opened the front door seeing four cop cars and all of them waiting for him, he made sure to close the front door back not wanting Paddy to see him this way yet again. He walked towards the cops with his hands up in the air and as they cuffed him all that entered his mind was Freddie's happy face and telling him he deserved happiness. He was doing what he knew was right. A new hour glass began to count down his time for his new beginning to start, but for now he would get through this somehow. He managed this long but this time...James Cook was no longer afraid.

A/N: And that is the end of Stop The World I wanna Get Off With You. I hope it was decent enough and your imagination can pick off what you think will happen after this. I took the title of this story from Arctic Monkeys song "Stop the world I wanna get off with you" if you didn't notice and you should check it out. I also thought about naming this story One for the road which is another Arctic Monkeys song but I chose this instead.

See ya!

-ALovelyEccentricSoul xXx