Set between 2x13 and 3x01

Lorna's had just about enough. She's tired of crying herself to sleep every night, being Nicky's burden, and worrying about what everyone thought about her now that a few of them had heard Christopher in the visitation room. The hot gossip spread like wildfire, and even though it hasn't reached her prison family besides Nicky, she's so afraid that it just might. She stays awake in the dark room, sitting up with her arms wrapped around her knees while Nicky's asleep next to her. All of a sudden, she needs to talk to Pennsatucky. She needs to think of a way to get rid of Christopher without being in trouble. He'd humiliated her, but maybe it was for her own good. He just didn't have to do it in front of her best friend and her soulmate.

It haunts her every day how Nicky just stared at them through the window with those concerned eyes. Even if Nicky had said she didn't care that Lorna's crazy, deep down inside, she may be creeped out by what Lorna did to Christopher and his fiancé. She probably secretly wishes that Lorna was caught and sent to max with her sentence tripled. Another part of Lorna doesn't believe that, though. If Nicky truly thought so horribly of her, she would've told the cops everything. Then again, she may be too scared of doing that. She has a right to be terrified of Lorna. Lorna has actual victims, people who have nightmares because of her. She was a demented stalker, but she isn't anymore. She won't do violent things. She only snuck to his house to see him. Instead of getting her help for her mental illness, he just had to send her to prison. This time, though, he'd really made her angry and feel like a piece of shit. She wants to get him good and give him what he's got coming for him.

The next morning, she pretends everything is normal. She says hello to her fellow inmates cheerfully and stays by Nicky's side. After breakfast, she sweeps the floors until she sees Pennsatucky. She's gonna call her Tiffany, though, from now on.

"Hey, Tiffany."

Tiffany smiles. "'Sup, Morello?"

Lorna sighs. "Um…I had a tiny favor I needed to ask of you since you're the driver and all. Do you remember Christopher?"

"Who could forget? He was all you ever talked about…before Valentine's Day. You annoyed the hell out of everyone."

"Yeah, well…we're not a couple anymore. He…he visited me a few weeks ago…and he blew up. He wasn't very nice at all. I want revenge. Would you please take me to his house and drug the CO while I grab the CO's gun and shoot him? I want to break his heart the same way he broke mine."

Tiffany's eyes just about pop out of their sockets and her jaw drops. "What the fuck…no, Morello, that's a stupid idea. I ain't losin' my job cuz of some lame-ass stalker."

"No…I've thought it through this time. Oh, and that's rich, coming from the crackhead who almost killed Chapman!"

"It was actually the other way around."

"Whatever. You were arrested for murder, so you should be thrilled at the idea! Come on, Tiff." She clasped her hands together and pouted. Tears built up behind her eyes.

"You're making the innocent face. Shit, fine, I'll help ya out…but only because we got all new officers and they don't know anything. We'll have Officer Coates as our escort."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When lunchtime comes around, Nicky doesn't see Lorna at their usual spot. She's in line for her meal and then she hears the Latinas gossiping in their native language. Lorna, Pennsatucky, and some new officer's names pop up in their conversation a few times.

"Hey, where's your girl?" Daya asks as she plops food on Nicky's tray. "The little brunette one with the red lipstick…she's always by your side like glue."

Nicky's glad people refer to Lorna as her girl. Even if they aren't fucking anymore, Nicky loves Lorna a little more than just as a friend. "Yeah, I don't know, I haven't seen her since breakfast. She hasn't come by here?"

"Nah. Damn, I didn't think she'd actually do it! She's loca!"

Nicky furrows her brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Nichols, move it along, you're holding up the line," someone complains, and Nicky rolls her eyes.

"She's probably in the van right now!" Daya yells as Nicky walks away.

"Oh, she's really gonna kill him!" Flaca adds.

"Holy shit!" Maritza exclaims.

"What the fuck?" Nicky looks over her shoulder and starts to leave the cafeteria before a CO stops her. Remembering the rule about not taking her food out of the cafeteria, she dumps it in the trash before she gets a shot or whatever. She runs to find Red and pulls her outside, where Pennsatucky and Officer Coates are already in the van.

"What are you doing?"

Lorna's opening the door, but Nicky's voice stops her, thankfully.

"Do you have an appointment, Lorna?" Red asks.

"Um…no…I just need to do something, okay?"

Nicky places her hands on her hips and Red folds her arms across her chest. "What is it?" Nicky asks.

"What's it to ya?"

"Who are you planning to murder, Lorna?"

Lorna bites her lip. "How did you find out? Coates is okay with it…"

"It doesn't matter. What the hell is this rookie officer doing, letting you go through with this plan? You're out of your mind!"

Pennsatucky shrugs. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she's determined."

"Ladies, are we going or not?" Coates asks.

"You're not," Red says firmly in her thick Russian accent. She just about forces Lorna out of the van with Nicky's help.

"Okay, then, Pennsatucky's gonna run a small errand with me. If you still wanna do it, Morello, there's always later."

"Yes, sir."

Red takes the girls to her greenhouse and they sit at her table. "Lorna, would you care to explain?"

Lorna takes a deep breath. "I needed my revenge for what he did to me…like closure, you know? If he was dead and gone…I wouldn't even think about him anymore. I'm just glad another cop didn't find out."

"Damn right, you should be glad!" Nicky snaps bitterly. She's annoyed and frustrated that Lorna would risk her life like that. "Remember what you told me when I was about to use heroin again?"

Lorna thinks for a minute. "It's not worth it!"

"I need you to take your own advice...next time you make an escape, you might not be so lucky…and I can't lose my Lorna." She wraps her arm around the smaller woman next to her. "It wouldn't be the same without you here, kid. Christopher would either kill you if he saw you before you pulled out your gun, or you'd get sent to Max for God knows how long. That man is not important enough, so don't waste your time with him. He's dead to us, okay?"

"Okay, Nicky, but…what if…when I get out, I just happen to see him in passing, like on a street corner, and I'm alone? What if he tries to get me then? He said if I ever come near him or his family again, he'd strangle me…like I tried to do to his girlfriend at the time. I wouldn't even be doing anything bad at the moment…and he'd just…snap…rightfully so! I mean, you make the mess, you clean it up, right?" Tears are streaming down Lorna's cheeks at this point.

"You would just have to be with someone at all times, I think," Nicky murmurs into her hair. "Yes, you screwed up…but everyone in this place has. If we hadn't, none of us would be here. We'd be free as birds."

"How much time you got left, three years?" Red asks.

"Yeah."

"Well, I got two, so I'll be out by the time you get released," Nicky says. "We can live together and protect each other from our past addictions. You can keep me away from heroin, and I can get you help and stand in front of you if Christopher crosses our paths. You're pretty little and easy to hide," she teases Lorna.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." A small smile tugs at the brunette's red lips.

"You know what, honey? If you ever get the urge to go to his house again or see him in any way, you can always come to Nicky or me," Red tells Lorna. "That's not a suggestion, that's a rule for all my daughters. You got it?"

Lorna nods. "Yes."

"Good, I'm glad that's settled. I think we should all go to our Scared Straight thing now."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot!" Nicky says. "Who's ready to make this new batch of little girls cry?"

"I am," Red answers.

"Me too!" Lorna says excitedly.

They practically have to run to make it before the officers realize they're missing. They join Alex, Daya, Taystee, Sophia, Brooke, and Boo, who are already sitting down in the chairs. There are nine teenage girls in orange jumpsuits standing in front of them.

"Inmates, go ahead," Caputo instructs them.

The women rush into the girls' faces. "Hey, bitch, you're gonna be my prison wife, you want that?" Boo asks one of the girls. "You can touch my pussy and shit!"

"Yeah, we can make a bet with each other on who's gonna fuck you!" Nicky yells in the same girl's face.

"It's true. One of my fellow inmates tried to sell me to her for a blanket!" Brooke points at Boo.

"You're gross!"

"Little girl, I'm in here for stalking, you know that? I could strangle you in the middle of the night if I wanted to," Lorna practically growls. "Don't test me!" She wonders if she should have even said that, because her very threats make her shiver inside.

The girl shrinks back from her. "Stop it!"

"Did you know a drug addict beat me up twice, huh? Oh, and I starved someone when I worked in the kitchen. That woman didn't eat for days! Imagine being so hungry that you could eat garbage!" Red shouts.

"Yeah, that bitch wanted to eat my King Cone that fell on the floor!" Taystee yells.

"You also get raped by a corrupt officer. There's always someone like that here. See this?" Daya points to her huge belly. "I'm pregnant in prison! There ain't no scheduled doctors' appointments in prison! That's what happens if you fuck up!"

"Yeah, and my drug dealer and this insane woman tried to kill me!" Alex adds.

"You lose yourself, too!" Sophia adds. "They put me in solitary for my own protection, you know why? Some assholes beat me up because I'm transgender!"

"That's fucked up," one of the girls says.

Lorna points at her. "You're damn right. You think it's fun and games in here? You're dead wrong. It's not. There are people in here who are crazier than I am. They call me the happiest girl in prison, and Nicky's the funniest. Red's like our mom. Sophia's the hairdresser. It's what we gotta do to survive. I fantasize about a better life, one where I'm engaged to a handsome man named Christopher, the one I terrorized for a year. Think about that!" Lorna laughs maniacally.

"You just better not get on any of our bad sides!" Red warns them. "It'll be hell. I don't want to see any of you in here, do you understand me?"

Most of the girls are crying and some just look afraid. The ladies have done an excellent job, and the session is soon over. The girls go home, and everyone returns to their bunks.

"We did great with those girls." Lorna tells Nicky as they sit on the blonde's bunk.

"I'm proud of us."

"Yeah, me too. I'm thankful for you and Red," Lorna confesses. "I'm sorry, it's like I got two people fighting inside me. One of them wants to be all evil, and the other just feels like moving on. I don't want Bad Lorna to win. I want the good girl in me to shine through. Sometimes, though, the horrible psycho beats her to it."

"I can get like that, too," Nicky says as Lorna lays her head in the blonde's lap. "The junkie wants the heroin, but the clean girl doesn't need it. They battle inside my head, day after day." Nicky strokes Lorna's cheek with the back of her hand and kisses her temple. "I just gotta remind myself that I can't disappoint you or Red…and I don't want the regret." She plays with Lorna's hair. "We all got demons, just remember that. Whether it's drugs, stalking, murder, violence, trespassing, robbery, or fraud, it's all part of our pasts. We gotta look toward the future. We gotta think about what we're gonna do when we get outta this damn place. Sure, it'll be hard to find a job, hell, even a place to live because most of our families are either shit or dead, but we got each other, kid. We got our family, we got the Spanish Harlem, the ghetto, the crackheads, the Golden Girls…the others. We're all human. We deserve second chances. To achieve that, we can't go back. We need to be trusted again."

"You're right," Lorna agrees. "I promise that I won't ever try to contact Christopher or Angela. I'll go to a therapist, but on one condition, you go with me."

"I will," Nicky says right away. "I'll be with you, always. Oh, and if you see drugs in my possession because Red isn't watching me and I get tempted, can you please just flush them down the toilet? I don't care how many times I try to attack you and take them from you, just…whoosh!" Nicky imitates a toilet flushing.

Lorna nods her head yes. "Of course." She hugs Nicky, and Nicky practically clings to her. They share their first kiss. It's slow and magical.

"I love you, baby," Lorna whispers to Nicky for the first time.

"I love you, too, my darling," Nicky says back and kisses Lorna in a place that makes the brunette's cheeks heat up. "Shall we go to the chapel of love?"

Lorna giggles uncontrollably. "Yes! Lead the way, my lady. I won't give you blue balls this time, I swear."

"I'm counting on it! Oh, and this time, you're making me cum first."

"You got it, babe."

They hold hands as they walk to the chapel. Luckily, there's nobody inside, so they have their privacy. Their moans echo through the room until they're both tired, dripping, and sweating all over each other. They're laying on the floor behind one of the pews, completely blissed out, with their legs tangled. Lorna's in Nicky's arms, and she's placing soft kisses around Nicky's hardened nipples while Nicky's rubbing lazy circles around Lorna's already soaked clit with her fingers.

"I'd say we're back on, wouldn't you?" Nicky asks hopefully. She can feel that Lorna's heart is beating just as fast as her own.

"Yeah, we are."

"Will you marry me? Uh, when we get released, I mean."

"Oh, sure, Nicky! You can visit me and bring me my wedding dress and my veil and everything. We'll do it in the visitation room, and-"

"I hate to crush you, sweetie, but I don't think you can wear that shit. I can, but I'd rather have pants on at our wedding. I'll wait until you're out."

"Aww, you will? That touches my soul."

"Yeah, I'd wait forever for my girl." Nicky pulls Lorna closer to her side if that were even possible. "We'll invite everyone to our wedding…all the women we've made friends with here. Red will be our maid of honor…we can share her."

"Nah, you should have her. She's your mom more than she's mine. My sister will be my maid of honor. She stood behind me in court and everything. She's ashamed of me, but maybe she won't be if…when I start seeing somebody about my mental illness."

"She'll be proud of how far you've come. I know I am."

"Thanks, Nicky, I'm trying my best…every day."

"Yeah, you do. That's one of the reasons why I love you so much."

"I finally found someone who could put up with my antics," Lorna says against Nicky's chest. She kisses her girlfriend's scar.

"So did I."

All of a sudden, they hear footsteps, and they quickly get back into their prison clothes. "Shit!" Lorna whispers, but Nicky's just chuckling to herself.

"Pretend we were praying instead of fucking."

"Yeah, sure, you could pull that off, but I'm all hot!" Lorna hisses under her breath, only loud enough for Nicky to hear.

"Go take a cold shower, then, I'll join ya." Nicky helps Lorna up and catches her girlfriend when she's about to stumble. "Jesus, how can you not walk right?"

"I haven't come this hard in forever," Lorna explains.

Nicky smirks. "I'll hold you in the shower or we can sit down."

"Either way is fine," Lorna says breathlessly.