Fic: Running Nowhere - (1st of 10 chapters)
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Title: Running Nowhere
Author: Miss Peg
Rating: M
Pairing: Skins: Katie/Cook (slight Emily/Naomi, Freddie/Effy)
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, but I'd like to. The line in the summary is Delta Goodrem ('Running Away').
Summary: "No longer know the girl inside, the stranger in my mind." - A mistake made by Katie is the start of a new relationship and the start of discovering just who she is and who she wants to be.
A/N: I've spent months meaning to write a Katie/Cook fic after a one-shot earlier last year. This is my attempt, enjoy. Please comment. :-)
I don't own Skins, would be a good birthday present though?!
Chapter One
It wasn’t supposed to happen. Katie hated Freddie, despised him for what him and Effy did to her. With a bit of alcohol and legal highs in her system, the blur between right and wrong seemed to be gone and she was kissing him. Kissing Freddie. His fingers were wrapped around her waist, her tongue playing with his whilst she tried to unzip his trousers. It was seedy, in a quiet corner of the club, but neither of them seemed to care. It was over with quickly, the people around them not even noticing their dishevelled looks.
“I can‘t believe this happened,” Katie whispered, leaning in to kiss Freddie again, feeling her stony heart melt at the thought of being in Freds arms once again. “I missed you.”
Then he pulled away, removed her arms from around his neck and shook his head. There were no words to respond to what he said, to argue against what even Katie knew was true.
“I love Eff, this,” Freddie paused. “She‘s been on that college trip for a week, I fucking miss her.”
The overwhelming strength of tears pushed Katie to her limits, sent her body into convulsions as she walked away. She couldn’t believe she’d been fooled by him again, fucked over by Freddie Mclair. She hated him, she hated that he’d hurt her twice, that she’d made the same mistake with him. But mostly she hated that she still cared about him, still felt like she might fucking love him even though he was a complete and utter wanker.
“Katie?” a voice called after her as she pushed through the crowd; she didn’t turn back, didn’t want to face anyone because it was just too hard.
A freezing breeze hit her shaking body, made her shiver from the cold. The November weather making it colder as the night went on. Katie felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, colliding with her lips until she could taste the salty tears on her tongue. There was nothing she could do to change what happened, nothing she could do to turn back the clock the hour that was needed; or even the year. She sobbed uncontrollably, waiting by the entrance where a number of people were gathered smoking cigarettes. No one seemed to notice, no one seemed to care that she was in tears, broken and confused and alone. It made her sob louder, harder as she realised that she didn’t actually have anyone there to look out for her. Emily and Naomi had left hours ago, gone back to Naomi’s, probably to do what lesbians do or something similar, she‘d concluded. She wished she’d gone with them, wished she’d not stayed when Emily had said goodbye. Effy was in France on a college exchange, not that it would have mattered if she wasn’t. They weren’t friends, they were never friends.
“Whatever‘s happened, tell Uncle Cookie,” that same voice that called after her spoke, a warm hand resting on her shoulder, making her jump.
Katie hated Cook, she always had. He was a letch, a slobbering idiot who slept with anything that moved. She’d once wondered if he drew the line at girls because he was that much of a man-whore. None of that seemed to matter anymore. He was there. He was the only one there. She tried to control her tears, but they wouldn’t subside, wouldn’t slow as her shakes just got worse.
“Or maybe you just need some Cookie love,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
He was disgusting, he was horrible, he was everything she wished every man wouldn’t be. But she couldn’t resists the touch, couldn’t push him away when all she craved was a comforting embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder, letting her tears slide down her chin until his shirt grew damp. She mumbled an apology, which he barely acknowledged. He wasn’t so disgusting anymore, in fact he smelled a lot better than she’d always imagined, like vanilla or summer or something equally silly. He felt better too. She thought he’d probably have greasy hair or BO and as his hair tickled the side of her face, she wondered how it was so soft.
“It‘s alright Katie, just cry, just cry on Cookie‘s shoulder. I‘ll look after ya,” he sighed, his arms tightening around her shoulders until she relaxed some and slowly the tears grew less and the shaking stopped and she wondered how she’d never seen what a good friend Cook could be.
*
The college accommodation was a lot nicer than Katie had anticipated. She ran her fingers along the chest of drawers by the door as she waited for Cook to return; it wasn‘t much, but she suspected Cook didn‘t need a lot. When he came back, they sat on his bed, their shoulders brushing against each other as they smoked a spliff.
“I gotta keep my stash in the bogs, under a loose tile, fucking losers search the rooms after someone dobbed me in,” he mumbled, handing her the roll which she sucked on thankfully.
“Don‘t even like this stuff,” Katie muttered, passing it back after a couple of puffs.
Cook frowned, holding it by his mouth as he whispered. “Why‘d you take it then?”
Katie shrugged. “Wanna forget what I just did.”
“What did you do?”
“Fucked Freddie.”
“The mother fucker,” Cook groaned, dropping the spliff onto a plate on the bedside table before sitting back down beside her.
“I‘m fucking stupid,” Katie cried, her tears coming back quicker than she thought they would, trying her best to push them down until Cook wrapped his arms around her again.
“You‘re not stupid, he‘s stupid, gonna lose two fantastic fucks in a row if he‘s not careful.”
Katie laughed a little, wiping her tears and sniffling against Cook’s shoulder. “What would you know?”
“I don‘t need to fuck a girl to know she‘s great at it,” Cook assured her, stroking her hair from her cheeks.
She was vulnerable, she knew she was in a place where any comfort would have been enough. She’d always disliked what Cook did, that he would sleep with anyone and anything. She knew all of that and yet she still leaned in, still pressed her lips against Cook’s, awaiting a reaction. It came quickly and before she could regret kissing him, they were lay on the bed, their hands wandering over places she didn’t think she’d ever explore.
“Guess I‘ll know better soon,” Cook muttered, making Katie smile as she ended his sentence with a kiss and her hands pulled his shirt from his back.
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Labels: fanfiction , Gossip , Kathryn Prescott , miss peg , Skins
