Title: Forgive us our sins

Summary: He is James Cook. A good for nothing waste of space. Freddie. Now he's worth ten of Cook.

Rating: M (Mature themes)

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or anything related to the show.

He is James Cook. A good for nothing waste of space. All he can do is fuck things up, you can ask anyone, they'll tell you the same thing. You can ask Effy, and she'll tell you how useless he is. How he fucks things up without even trying. Ask Panda or Thomas how he poisons everything he touches. Ask Freddie how Cook let some fucking girl get between them. How he turned his back on his best friend. The only person he really loves on god's green earth... except you can't ask Freddie. Freddie's gone.

All that's left is useless James Cook. Good for nothing James Cook is standing with a baseball bat in his hands and having a fucking epiphany.

Freddie's gone and all that's left is a bunch of blood stained clothes and a grown man crying on the floor. He's begging for his life, but his life is worth shit. Just like Cook's.

Freddie. Now he was worth ten of Cook and mister, doctor, fucking Foster. Freddie was going places. He got the girl and the grades. He could have made something of his life. Not like Cook. Freddie's worth a life sentence. Easy. An eye for an eye and all that shit.After all Cook has nothing left. Not without Freddie.

"You don't want to do this." Forster chokes out, his voice hoarse and his lips coated in his own blood. "Freddie wouldn't want-" Cook slams the bat down on his ribs, fracturing them with the blow. Foster wheezes and coughs, spluttering through his own blood. He flips on to his back and begins laughing.

"You've got balls I'll give you that. Freddie...he went down so-"

"Fuck it." Cook slams the bat down on his head, cutting him off mid sentence. He raises it again and carries on reigning down blows long after Foster has stopped moving.

What seems like hours later he slumps to the floor, letting the bloodied bat fall from his fingers. A chunk of the wood is missing from the top and he has no idea when it snapped off. Pulling out a battered joint he puts it to his smiling lips. "This one's for you Fredster...fucking love you man. Fucking loved you."