Fic: Clouds
Title: Clouds
Characters: Cook, Naomi
Rating: PG
Words: 630
Summary: Cook tries to enjoy his freedom.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: A small unseen, set between 4.06 and 4.07.
“King Charles Spaniel.”
Cook looks up and frowns. “Eh?”
“King Charles Spaniel,” Naomi repeats. “It’s a type of dog.”
Cook sits up, ripping some grass out by the roots in the process, balling it up, and throwing it at her. “I know it’s a fucking dog. Me mum used to have one, didn’t she? Used to shit everywhere. Stupid fucking thing.”
Naomi snorts. “Well they do say dogs take after their owners.”
Cook laughs loudly, freely, and stretches a leg out to kick Naomi in the side. “Fuck you.”
She grins. “Too easy Cook.”
He doesn’t say anything else, but lies back down on the grass.
It’s a beautiful day. A day he shouldn’t even be allowed, let alone be spending it sprawled out on the grass in front of Naomi’s.
There’s not many things left in his life that’s nice anymore, he thinks, as he closes his eyes. Not since he split from the jail at any rate. (But fuck’s sake, if they didn’t want them to break out of that place then they should’ve at least made it a challenge.) Jenkins don’t have the time for him no more. Not while he’s got this Lara bird on the go. And a baby. Fucking hell, JJ looking after a baby. Disaster waiting to happen, that one. And there’s Freds, who’s got more important shit to deal with now, what with Effy and all that. Still, she was still there, in the land of the living, if only just, and that’s what mattered at the end of the day.
And he does have Naomi. She’s a good mate as it goes, putting him up when he doesn’t have shit to his name. He appreciates it. Big time, he does. He’s just not sure how he’s going to be able to make it up to her.
Naomi shifts next to him, and he squints his eyes open a fraction to see her move her arm up, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Elephant.”
Cook turns his head in order to stare at her properly. “What the fuck you on about? You been spliffing up without me or something?”
Naomi shakes her head and straightens her arm so it’s pointing at the sky. “It’s an elephant.”
He follows her arm and squints at the cloud in question. “Looks like a cock to me. Know you ain’t seen one of them in a while or nothing, but I’ll let you check,” he says, motioning towards his belt.
“Jesus, Cook,” Naomi replies, rolling her eyes and dropping her hand back down by her side.
“Suit yourself,” he mutters, and then digs in his jeans for a fag. He doesn’t find any, and remembers that he finished the last one before breakfast.
He’s just about to ask Naomi if he can bum (another) one from her, when she starts speaking.
“Emily used to. You know, before. We’d sit out and she’d… It’s stupid, I know.”
Ah. Sentimental shit. “So how is my second favourite lesbian then?”
“Dunno. You’d have to ask her.”
“Thought you guys were sweet again?”
Naomi shrugs and picks at the grass. “Sometimes, yeah. Sometimes. But…I dunno.”
It’s fucked up, Cook thinks. Everything’s fucked up if even them two can’t make it. If they couldn’t, then him and Effy never even stood a chance. Even without Freds getting in the way and whining on about being the love of her fucking life or some other such bollocks.
He moves his hand from where it was resting on the ground so it’s sitting on top of Naomi’s, and then looks back at the few clouds in the sky. “Alien.” He raises his free hand to point. “That one, there. Massive, fuck off, killer alien.”
Naomi doesn’t reply, just squeezes his hand tightly.
Characters: Cook, Naomi
Rating: PG
Words: 630
Summary: Cook tries to enjoy his freedom.
Disclaimer: Not my characters
A/N: A small unseen, set between 4.06 and 4.07.
“King Charles Spaniel.”
Cook looks up and frowns. “Eh?”
“King Charles Spaniel,” Naomi repeats. “It’s a type of dog.”
Cook sits up, ripping some grass out by the roots in the process, balling it up, and throwing it at her. “I know it’s a fucking dog. Me mum used to have one, didn’t she? Used to shit everywhere. Stupid fucking thing.”
Naomi snorts. “Well they do say dogs take after their owners.”
Cook laughs loudly, freely, and stretches a leg out to kick Naomi in the side. “Fuck you.”
She grins. “Too easy Cook.”
He doesn’t say anything else, but lies back down on the grass.
It’s a beautiful day. A day he shouldn’t even be allowed, let alone be spending it sprawled out on the grass in front of Naomi’s.
There’s not many things left in his life that’s nice anymore, he thinks, as he closes his eyes. Not since he split from the jail at any rate. (But fuck’s sake, if they didn’t want them to break out of that place then they should’ve at least made it a challenge.) Jenkins don’t have the time for him no more. Not while he’s got this Lara bird on the go. And a baby. Fucking hell, JJ looking after a baby. Disaster waiting to happen, that one. And there’s Freds, who’s got more important shit to deal with now, what with Effy and all that. Still, she was still there, in the land of the living, if only just, and that’s what mattered at the end of the day.
And he does have Naomi. She’s a good mate as it goes, putting him up when he doesn’t have shit to his name. He appreciates it. Big time, he does. He’s just not sure how he’s going to be able to make it up to her.
Naomi shifts next to him, and he squints his eyes open a fraction to see her move her arm up, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Elephant.”
Cook turns his head in order to stare at her properly. “What the fuck you on about? You been spliffing up without me or something?”
Naomi shakes her head and straightens her arm so it’s pointing at the sky. “It’s an elephant.”
He follows her arm and squints at the cloud in question. “Looks like a cock to me. Know you ain’t seen one of them in a while or nothing, but I’ll let you check,” he says, motioning towards his belt.
“Jesus, Cook,” Naomi replies, rolling her eyes and dropping her hand back down by her side.
“Suit yourself,” he mutters, and then digs in his jeans for a fag. He doesn’t find any, and remembers that he finished the last one before breakfast.
He’s just about to ask Naomi if he can bum (another) one from her, when she starts speaking.
“Emily used to. You know, before. We’d sit out and she’d… It’s stupid, I know.”
Ah. Sentimental shit. “So how is my second favourite lesbian then?”
“Dunno. You’d have to ask her.”
“Thought you guys were sweet again?”
Naomi shrugs and picks at the grass. “Sometimes, yeah. Sometimes. But…I dunno.”
It’s fucked up, Cook thinks. Everything’s fucked up if even them two can’t make it. If they couldn’t, then him and Effy never even stood a chance. Even without Freds getting in the way and whining on about being the love of her fucking life or some other such bollocks.
He moves his hand from where it was resting on the ground so it’s sitting on top of Naomi’s, and then looks back at the few clouds in the sky. “Alien.” He raises his free hand to point. “That one, there. Massive, fuck off, killer alien.”
Naomi doesn’t reply, just squeezes his hand tightly.