DISCLAIMER:I do not own anything related to Skins.

A/N: Hello everyone, my name is Cloey van Zyl and I'm new to both fanfiction. net and the skins fandom. Recently I started watching skins and was blown away at how amazing it was. When I got to the end of the second season I was in tears, not only because it was the end of the awesome first generation and I knew that they wouldn't be coming back but also because I knew that I wouldn't be seeing my two favourite characters again: Maxxie and Tony. Taxxie is by far my favourite pairing and so I decided to add my own humble attempt at Taxxie fanfiction to ff .n Hope you guys enjoy and I would really appreciate it if you would review!

Chapter 1

I rolled over in the bed. What the fuck is that noise?! I grumbled softly and turned back over to try and block out the incessant sound, snuggling my face back into my pillow and securing my arm around James' waist once more. I wasn't conscious enough to understand what that pounding noise was but I wasn't too bothered because Anwar, James and I had become accustomed to the strange noises that we heard from the tiny London flat that we shared. It wasn't long before the pounding stopped just long enough for me to drift back to sleep. It wasn't three minutes later that I heard someone yelling my name. This was more effective in bringing me out of my sleep.

"'S that?" James had also been woken up and he rubbed his eyes and blinked while asking the question with a bleary voice.

"I dunno, I'll go check it out." I said reluctantly, moving out of the bed and into the freezing cold air. Grabbing a hoodie, I shoved my head and arms through the holes and shuffled my way out of the bedroom and across the small living area to the front door, on which, it now became clear, someone was banging and shouting my name.

"MAX! MAX! MAXXIE OPEN UP!" the voice was male and I was struck by a wave of curiosity as to who it might be. Which of my crazy new London friends was waking up the entire building to get me to open the door? That German couple next door are going to kill me for this tomorrow morning. We had some very interesting neighbours, Herr and Frau Kühl were among the strangest. I tried to avoid them as much as possible but they always seemed to meet me every morning on the grimy stairs of the block of flats on my way to the dance-school James and I had recently been accepted into while still auditioning for musicals on the side. God knows why they where they were going every morning at six-thirty but they always gave me suspicious glares and muttered a slow "Morgen." in two heavy accents before exchanging glances and almost running off down the stairs whispering complaints to each other about London and the English.

"Why the fuck are you shouting?" I threw open the door and shot a glare at the idiot who had decided to interrupt my sleep. My anger soon froze up when I saw who it was.

"Maxxie." Tony sounded surprised that I was actually here and had opened the door. He also looked like shit. His clothes were dirty and clearly hadn't been changed for a while, his hair was bushy and tangled, his eyes looked unfocused and he was sitting, half-slumped on the ground in front of the door.

"Tony? What the hell are you doing in London?" Clearly this wasn't just a friendly visit. There was something wrong with him. He reminded me of how he had been just after his accident, when he had needed me to cut up his meat before he ate and undo his belt when he needed a piss.

"I… don't know… I needed something- you. You were there for me…" he mumbled and stumbled over his words as his hands clawed at his hair, clearly frustrated and very confused. Something was very wrong.

"Come inside Tone. Quickly." I leaned down to help him stand up but he staggered so much that it was a huge mission just to get him into the flat. Finally, I got him to the couch and we both collapsed onto it.

James must have woken up sufficiently to become curious as to who was responsible for the banging and shouting and entered the lounge-slash-kitchen-slash-dining-room looking sleep-rumpled.

"Ma- Tony?" he asked bewildered at the sight of the tall dark-haired man slumped on our couch, "What're you doing here?" he asked Tony but Tony looked way too out of it to communicate at all. The short stumble to the couch from the front door had exhausted him enough to make him almost comatose and he blinked slowly with heavy eye-lids.

James, realising that Tony was in no state to answer, asked me the same question, figuring that I might know something more, "What's he doing here, Maxxie?"

I stared at Tony for a while as his eye-lids became visibly heavier and soon closed completely and he drifted off to sleep, "No fucking clue." was all I could mutter while thoughts and possible theories zoomed around my head.

"Well what're we going to do with him?" James asked after a period of confused silence.

"He'll have to stay with us for tonight. Then maybe tomorrow he'll be ready to talk."

"He's pretty out of it."

"Yeah. Something's definitely not right."

"Let's get him a blanket or something. Then come back to bed, I'm cold."

I didn't hear most of what James was saying as he made his way back to our bedroom. I was too busy trying to find a blanket and pillow for Tony. He wasn't okay and the only thing I could think of was trying to help him. Just like I always did.

A/N: Yay, first chapter! It might be a while(max 3 weeks) before I update because I've got exams starting on Friday- Yes, I know I should be studying at the moment, don't give me that look! Anyway, if you've got a moment, please leave a review? I still consider myself to be a beginner when it comes to fanfiction and writing in general so feedback is very much appreciated! -Cloey van Zyl:)

PS: If you like HP or Glee, go check out my other fanfics! And if you'd like to read my attempt at an original story, I've also posted a story of fictionpress . com :D