Note: If you haven't watched Skins UK then this story may be hard to follow. It also contains a few spoilers, but not many.

This story will contain some bad launguage, mild references to drugs and probably some sexual content.

Basically like in Season 7, things take place three years after Freddies death. This is my view on how events would play out if Effy and Cook were to meet again.

Cook POV

"Cook, Baby, are you coming in or what? It's freezing out here." My lady companion says to me outside the entrance of the Club. She stood with her arms crossed and an impatient look on her face. Fuck, girls these days seem to have little or no patience at all. Even when you make time to invite them out to come clubbing they still seem to have a sour look on their faces. There's just no pleasing them. Before I say anything my eyes linger back to the spot which distracted me. A few seconds ago something caught my eye, something far too familiar. I'm not sure what I saw to be quite honest, it was only the back of a girls head but something triggered inside of me, something I couldn't really explain. It was like I knew who she was judging by the look of her brunette locks. A gust of wind flows past me and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to laugh, I was definitely going mad. I take one last glance at the now empty spot where the girl stood. I probably imagined it. Maybe it was from that spliff I smoked earlier?

"I'm not standing here for much longer! Last chance, are you coming in or not?" I wasn't quite sure of this girls name, all I knew is that it began with an S. I had only met her the night before in some pub and she was starting to annoy me already. I don't even know why I decided to call her and ask her to come clubbing with me tonight. Usually I don't even see any girls that I hooked up with again. But I really don't even know why I do anything anymore.

"Yeah, sorry, I got distracted." I finally respond as I move towards the inside of the club, and the girl whose name I can't remember follows.

"It's okay, you won't get one bit distracted with me tonight, at all. I'll keep you fully entertained." She says in a flirtatious voice as she grabs my hand, leading us further into the large busy nightclub.

"Good to know." I reply in a voice a lot flatter than I anticipated. Of course I knew what she was talking about, I'm always up for a good shag. But my mood tonight didn't seem right. I was already plotting ways to get rid of this girl.

We approached the bar and I pull my wallet out of my pocket as the barman came over to us. "I'll have your cheapest whiskey." I say loud enough so that he could hear me above the blaring music. I turn towards the girl who now has a pouty look on her face, clearly expecting me to buy her a drink. Fucking hell, I can't wait to get away from her. "Are you having one?"

"Vodka and coke." She says before giving me a smirk.

I handed the barman the appropriate amount of money needed and he comes back with our drinks in less than a minute. I thank him before I find myself being dragged away once again. The girl has a firm grasp on my hand and she leads me into the middle of the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and I took a big gulp of my drink, savouring the burning sensation down my throat.

She sets her drink aside on a counter top and she throws my arms around my shoulders, almost causing me to spill my drink. "I want to know you more."

"Aren't you going to drink?" I exclaim pointing towards her untouched Vodka and Coke. "I paid almost five quid for that."

"I will soon, okay?" She says in an annoyed voice. Her arms went slightly tighter around my neck and she brings her face up closer to mine. "There's something I'm a lot more interested in right now anyway."

I sighed looking away. "Yeah, fascinating aren't I?"

"Mmm you certainly proved that last night. I like you Cook." She bites her lip as some sort of seductive gesture. I honestly thought about making a run for it right now.

"Good for you."

"Don't you like me?"

"You're a nice girl."

"Well that's a starting point." She says as she pulls my head down until my lips touch hers. I kissed her back, not because I wanted to, but because I've been searching for so long for something or someone to help me soothe the intense pain inside of me. The feeling of nothingness. For so long now, I have been by myself. Not even my own company can keep me happy. It has been three years. Three years since I last saw my real friends. Three years since Freddie died. Three years since I killed a man, John Foster. That sick bastard who murdered my best friend. Every day that passes is like a ghost that haunts me even more. I can't escape. I'm trapped within myself. It's not that I regretted killing, believe me he deserved it. There was no way I was ever going to allow somebody to get away with what he done. Freds never deserved to die. We hear of death all the time. In the news, on the tv, people talking about it... but for those who witness death it will remain a thing that will be simply unforgotten for the rest of your life. In my case, I caused the death of a man. The feeling gets under my skin and lives inside of me. I don't know how to help myself. Hopeless. That's all I'll ever be.

"You alright there babes?" The girl asks me just as she breaks away from me. "You seem a little pale."

"I'm fine." I respond quickly and harshly. I take another long swig of my Whiskey until I finish the whole glass. This is all my life really consists of these day. Drinking and not giving a shit.

She shrugs and I find myself staring at her decent size chest which I appear to only notice now. Maybe it's the alcohol. I then look at her face, there's no denying she's actually a pretty girl. Although in a strange way, she sort of reminds of the wannabe gangster Johnny Whites daughter who I tried to shag on the night of her engagement turned riot party. It was also my seventeenth birthday. That was a great night, even though I was a bit of an idiot and may have strained certain friendships.

Soon enough the girl starts to dance around me, rubbing her rear end up against me every now and then. I am only swaying awkwardly as the House music only seemed to get louder and louder. Everyone in this club is dancing enthusiastically, either by themselves or with a partner or group of people. I felt like the odd one out. The boring and uninterested one. Usually any guy would be happy having an attractive girl dance seductively around you and the possible outcome of sex later. But not me. I wanted to leave. The noise was too much. The people were too much.

But then I saw her.

I frowned, thinking I am hallucination. Surely to fuck I am? She can't be real. She didn't see me, but I saw her. The laserlights flashing against her porcelain skin and hips swaying as a man whispered something in her ear. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. She is simply breath taking just like she was before. I blink a few times before I look into that same spot again. She's still there but I refused to believe it. This time she sees me. We are looking at each other. Her smile fades and she looks on in shock. I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and for a moment I feel as though I am going to puke.

She's not real.

She's in your imagination.

It's been three years Cook, she isn't here. You can't see her.

I bring myself to look away but I cannot ignore the curiosity and desire to look again. The girl is still dancing around me, she didn't appear to notice my distraction. I couldn't stop myself this time. I turn my head again and she's still there. Only this time she doesn't look as shocked. She's completely still, no movement came upon her. The man who was with her before was no longer in site. For a moment it was as thought we were the only two people standing in the room. Two old "friends" finally seeing each other after so long. But it still couldn't be real.

"Effy." I choked out without expecting it. Saying her name for the first time in almost three years made the experience feel a bit more real. She didn't hear me, of course. Nobody did. Except for myself and one other person.

"My name is Selina, silly. Where did you get Effy from? That's an odd name anyways." Selina? I could have sworn it was Stephanie or something but I really did not care. I didn't respond to Selina and I quickly look back to where I saw Effy... but she was gone and no evidence suggested that she ever stood in that spot. I really was imagining things.

"I need to go." I said abruptly. Right now I honestly felt like I was going to puke at any time.

"What's wrong? Do you feel ill? We can go back to mine if you like. I'll look after you in many ways." She runs her fingers along my bicep and smiles at me.

"Fuck sake, do you ever stop talking?" I snapped, pulling hastily away from her touch.

"Or we can go back to yours? I don't mind."

"No. I'm going now and you are not coming with me." I knew I sounded harsh but I could care less. "And I want my five quid back for what I paid for you drink."

Selina raises her eyebrows at me. "Are you fucking serious? You said to me on the phone that you were going to treat me!"

"Well, clearly I changed my fucking mind now."

She shakes her head in disbelief before she shoves her hand into her bag and pulls out a fiver and throws it at me. "There's your five quid. You're such a rude twat Cook, do you treat all girls like this?"

I don't say anything to her, I just walk away silently feeling grateful that I could finally get away from her. I push my way past the crowds of people and I make my way towards an emergency exit which was the first one in sight. I slam my body weight against it and it opens straight away causing me to stumble forward and straight on the cold and dirty ground. I was in the alley at the side of the night club and it smelled like shit. I bring myself back to my feet and I cough a few times but nothing came out, even though I felt the strong urgency to vomit. Fuck this. I'm getting out of this shit hole. Hopefully a good night sleep will help me get my head straight. I take a deep breath and I begin to walk forward. But something makes me stop. I don't even have to look to know that something is behind me. My heart rate increases as I think about the possibilities, I felt almost afraid to look. Which is rare because I never get scared easily.

"You should turn around you know, I don't bite." She spoke. Even her voice sounded real but I couldn't convince myself it was. She isn't real.

"Why?" I say.

"Because I want to see you."

This was crazy, really crazy. But I couldn't resist. Even if she was some sort of hallucination, I need to see her again. I just had to. I turn around and many different emotions came flooding over me. Confusion, tenderness, awe and weakness all in one. There she was, her famous devilish smile spread across her perfect features, a short black silk dress that showed off her smooth long legs and her now tousled hair was parted to the side. It then clicked with me; she was the person who I got distracted by before I entered the club. How mad is that?

Without warning, she walks towards me until we are standing face to face. She looks up at me and I have a chance to look into those blue eyes that I loved so much. I never even noticed that she raised her hand to touch my cheek until I felt it. Her touch was so familiar and real.

She was real. She was really here.

"Cook." She whispers my name so delicately. "Long time no see."

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