A/N: It's been a long time since I updated this I know. I hope this chapter fits in well and I hope you people enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins in any way.
Cook was lay on an uncomfortable mattress. The bottom bunk of a bunk bed. Cook's appearance had changed a little, his face now much more mature looking, a little stubble. His body bigger, after all he had a lot of time in which to use weights. Around his left eye discoloured, kinda yellow as a black eye was almost healed. Cook had always enjoyed fighting, always been arrogant, in prison he still enjoyed fighting but the arrogance had long since been beaten out of him. It hadn't taken long for Cook to learn to keep mostly to himself. To anyone who had known Cook previously this would no doubt surprise them, but he didn't really socialize with the other inmates in prison. In fact, after less than a year he had stopped communicating with everyone on the outside. Cook couldn't cope with the pain he felt when he communicated with his friends knowing he couldn't be free with them, knowing that the one person who he most wanted to talk to, would never again be available to talk. Only over the last month or so had Cook started to communicate with letters again, however he still refused visitors.
Cook was lay quietly, knowing that any moment the Lights Out command would sound and the cell he was in would be plunged into darkness. Cook was used to this, after all, he had been imprisoned at HMP Bristol for a day under three years now. Grievous Bodily Harm and Supply of a Class A Drug enough to have earned him a three year sentence. He had spent every day mourning the loss of Freddie. The time isolated in a cell leaving him with no way of distracting his mind. Sorrow and depression his main company. However tomorrow, Cook would be released, his behaviour to inconsistent for him to have been released early. As he lay thinking of tomorrow, the time for Lights Out came.
It was a mild summers morning, thin cloud penetrated easily by the sun. Cook was a free man, he looked back as he walked out of the prison gates. Cook was wearing a pair of dark grey slacks, a burgundy polo top that was a bit to small for him now, black converse. He breathed in deeply, as if to taste freedom. A grin found its way onto the lips of Cook as he saw a girl rushing towards him, Naomi. The two of them grabbing each other in a hug. Naomi clearly overjoyed, a few tears venturing down her cheeks. She led him to a little white Citroen C1, explaining how she'd started driving a few months ago. Cook sat in the passenger seat as Naomi drove them, making small talk, Cook not talking much, overwhelmed at seeing Naomi again, overwhelmed with the small talk and his freedom.
"Emily and me got the spare room tidied up for you." Naomi said to Cook.
"You didn't need to, I can get into a hostel…" Cook replied.
"Fuck that, your stopping with us, end of." Naomi said quickly, a smile on her face but her tone showing she meant it.
Cook just nodded "Thank you."
An awkward silence filled the car, for three years Cook had wanted desperately to see and talk to Naomi, missed her desperately, but now he was lost for words. For her part, Naomi wanted to ask Cook about prison but didn't know how. When she looked at him he looked different, his eye not filled with energy anymore. When she looked at him she understood what people mean when they say the eyes are a window to the soul, his eyes seemed to show that a part of his soul had died.
Cook looked at Naomi as she parked the car outside her house.
"I'm really glad your out now, I have missed you a fucking lot James Cook." Naomi said her voice filled with sincerity.
Cook nodded, silent for a second. "Thanks." Cook choked his thanks a little. "I've missed you to my muff diving chum." A proper smirk on Cooks face, a slight laugh as he spoke. For a second, a twinkle in his eyes.
Naomi laughed "Dick head." She said as the two of them got out of the car. "A few people are coming over later for a drink and stuff, you've been missed."
A/N: I'd really like feedback if possible.
I am aware this has been a long time coming. I feel there is one chapter left to do for this story, but we will see, I can't rule out more just yet. I can however guarantee I won't take long to do the next chapter.