AN: This was originally meant to be a crack fic, but I got carried away with the lead up/ back story. That being said, the ending will most likely be a little bit cracky. So let it be known you have been warned. I have almost all of this written. There will be weekly updates for that reason. I haven't posted anything in roughly 3 years, first time writing Bechloe, and I do not have a Beta (and have no idea what that is). Keep it in mind as you read. As always, feel free to comment, question, or leave constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Lesser Evils

Chloe had been an avid fan of Orange is the New Black and Wentworth. So when she wound up sporting a similar orange get up as Piper Chapman and was in her own version of Litchfield, Chloe knew what to expect. The redhead figured Wentworth was a bit of an over dramatization of prison life and knew her stay would be more relaxed. Her biggest challenge would be the several hours left to examine the inner recesses of her being. As long as she did not bother anyone, she would have nothing to worry about. What Chloe had not expected was for her fellow inmates to not appreciate her bubbly exuberant personality or her natural flirtatious and touchy feely nature. Her miscalculation led to the redhead sporting a black eye and a split lip a month into her stay.

Chloe had unknowingly flirted with one of the higher-up's girl. Which, shown by the redhead's current state, was not appreciated. The woman who had attacked her had gone easy on her and had warned Chloe that if she continued flirting with the woman's prison wife she would wind up in an ambulance. Chloe was more than happy to dial back her flirting. The only problem was that Chloe had no idea who the woman was or who her prison wife was. The redhead literally flirted and gave light arm touches to everyone without even being fully aware of her actions half the time. So it was not like she could narrow the woman's wife's identity down to a couple of people. It did not help when the mystery wife, identity still unknown, came to Chloe and initiated the flirting. Not only that, but Chloe was unknowingly flirting with several other women who had been claimed by prisoners that were high up in the prison hierarchy. Even worse, Chloe was unknowingly flirting with these inmates' claimed women often right in front of them.

Normally, it would not be a big deal for the redhead. She would have apologized to the women and their girlfriends and walked away after explaining herself. She was use to her actions being misinterpreted for having more meaning than they did. Chloe was very well rehearsed when it came to couples and bar etiquette, but this was prison. For some the only thing keeping them going was the warmth of a body next to them. Therefore the redhead's normal tactics were not so charming or affective. Chloe could not just walk away and go up the street to the next prison to avoid any confrontation. There was also the issue of respect that went hand in hand with holding a position of power and Chloe was greatly undermining these women by openly and blatantly flirting with their wives. Still in her pre-prison mindset, Chloe did not pay attention to these main points. That was until she was slammed into a wall mid-shower by yet another disgruntled wife only two weeks after receiving her black eye. Chloe received a bruise along her back and arms as well as another threat. Soon after she noticed her routine being clocked, a constant unknown companion following her. Then instead of one companion there would be two or three and Chloe unconsciously became very interested in being in rooms that were open and had a guard present. When it became so bad Chloe was afraid to take a shower for several days at a time, she realized she needed protection.

That led Chloe to Aubrey. Aubrey and Chloe actually met in college after joining an Acapella group. It was lucky they wound up in the same prison, their crimes being unrelated. They had lost touch somewhere over the three years following their college graduation, but had quickly became the best of friends as if no time had passed upon meeting again behind bars. Aubrey had been in prison for a year before Chloe arrived and was able to teach the redhead some of the basics of how the prison ran. She was truly the redhead's rock. Aubrey was a good friend to have in prison, her general demeanor scared most people. Although the blonde was not someone who held a high position in prison politics she was respected enough that no one would bother her. Besides, most inmates that held a position knew that if Aubrey had provided a service or product to the general population, with her determination and reputation, she could easily run them out of business if she so chose. So naturally Chloe was hoping Aubrey could throw her weight around and be her protector. The blonde really would have too if it weren't for the fact that she was getting out in just a couple of months and could not risk the extra time.

They discussed Chloe's problem extensively, trying to come up with alternatives.

Finally after several hours, Aubrey uttered, "What about Fat Amy?"

Chloe pondered the idea for a moment. Fat Amy was an imposing figure who could be easily persuaded into a fight by implying she could not beat so and so. Most people took her cheery disposition in and did not think of her as the fighter type. Then pair that with the fact that Amy told some of the most ridiculous stories. No one took her seriously. No one believed the Aussie could take down a person let alone an alligator, but Aubrey saw the slew of guys that came in every week to visit the woman. Every one of her man toys from her stories were accounted for. Besides, Aubrey had seen her in action once. Amy would be the perfect candidate, if it weren't for the fact that this fight could become political and lead to more fights, given Amy was lower on the totem pole of power than those she would be fighting. There was the possibility of it turning into a big power struggle, putting Amy in a new seat of power, which would lead to yet more fighting in an attempt to over throw her. The Aussie wasn't stupid, she would expect payment. Chloe had little resources. The redhead's parents weren't exactly thrilled she was in prison. Her commissary checks were few and well-spaced out, allowing only for the bare necessities to be purchased. Chloe was not about to sell her body either. Not that Amy would be interested, it was well known that the Aussie was in a fairly serious relationship with a guard who went by the name "Bumper". There was always the chance she could trade her body for something the blonde could use, but Chloe was not that desperate yet.

"I couldn't afford her." Chloe finally responded, frowning.

They listed a few other people, but each one was quickly ruled out. The only other candidate, besides Amy, that was worth looking into was an Asian girl, Lily. Lily was an unknown entity. She was hard to communicate with. Hardly anyone knew what she was saying half the time, which led to a lot of uncertainties about what she was in for. A lot of inmates claimed they heard the girl muttering about fire and dead bodies, but no one was sure. So most people just stayed away, assuming the worst. The more Aubrey and Chloe discussed it, Lily seemed like a real prospect until they remembered who ran the group she was in, Kimmy Jin. Kimmy Jin was very ridged and kept solely to her own very Asian group. She valued order and efficiency, at times coming off as being OCD. She refused to spare more than a handful of words for anyone who was not of some Asian descent and was known for muttering "white girl" under her breathe before giving a death glare and walking away when anyone of Chloe and Aubrey's complexion approached. So it was very likely Kimmy Jin would not approve of Lily being lent out to fight the white girl's battles, even if it led to a new position of power.

Having gone through everyone they could think of, Chloe collapsed face first onto Aubrey's bunk, defeated. Aubrey just sighed audibly in agreement. Chloe started organizing in her head who to give all her belongings away to, calculating she would probably be dead in a few weeks, if things continued at this rate. As the redhead thought about the likelihood that learning self-defense could save her from her fate, given the short amount of time she had to learn it in, Aubrey suddenly had an idea.

The blonde shifted in her seat, causing Chloe to look up, as she exclaimed, a smile slowly forming, "What about Mitchell?"

"Who?"

"Beca Mitchell?"

Chloe still looked confused, resigning to stay splayed across Aubrey's bunk in defeat even with the growing hope lighting up her friend's face.

"You seriously do not know who she is?" Aubrey stated exasperated.

"Nooo…." The redhead said shrugging.

"If there was a food tree and all the prisoners were on it, Beca would be at the very top right below the guards. No one, absolutely NO ONE bothers Beca Mitchell. Some people are even afraid to say her name."

Chloe perked up at the utterance, eyes widening, imagining all of the things this Beca woman must have done. The redhead quickly sat up, tucking her knees into her chest as she leaned forward, hanging on Aubrey's every word, expecting the most gruesome story when she asked in a barely audible whisper, "What did she do?"

"Well no one actually knows what she is in for, but there are plenty of rumors. Mitchell doesn't talk to anyone. So, as you might have guessed, none of them have been confirmed. It is more so what she did when she got here that makes her so feared." Aubrey pauses for dramatic effect, making sure Chloe was listening. After all her dad always told her if you are going to do something do it right or don't bother trying. Even though Aubrey had already messed up once and was in prison, she was going to make sure she told the story of Beca Mitchell correctly, Damn it! Chloe looked on expectantly, her attention fully occupied by every word the blonde spoke. Aubrey continued, "Mitchell arrived about a month after I did. A week after she arrived, one of the prisoners was being released. So we were allowed to throw a going away party. We were all dancing when Beca suddenly appeared. Before that night she had been keeping to herself, pretty much how she is now, not talking or socializing with anyone. Everyone had formed a circle and people were taking turns dancing at the center. Over time we just became a mass of people all dancing lazily together. That is when Beca joined in. She started off really clumsy, but that was the genius of it all. We were all slightly in shock at how bad of a dancer she was, but that was all a facade. Before anyone knew it, Mitchell had fallen on, elbowed, punched, and kicked roughly 15 people into submission within 10 minutes. No one knew what was happening until it was over and Mitchell stood at the center of it all. The bitch was smirking at it all. All 15 women had to go to medical for broken fingers, ribs, or legs. The most impressive part was that she got away with it. Mitchell did not receive extra time. She wasn't even put in the shoo. It was genius because the guards believed that it was all an accident, Mitchell was just that clumsy and bad at dancing. A few people tried to mimic her technique, but it did not work, they were all put in the shoo. Mitchell used the same tactic the next time an inmate was leaving, taking out another 10 people with the same outcome. After that no one bothered Mitchell and she kept to herself."

Chloe just stared at Aubrey in awe. She definitely wanted this Beca woman on her team.

Her brow suddenly scrunched in confusion, "Aubrey? …. If Beca doesn't talk to anyone, how am I supposed to get her to talk to me?"

Aubrey sighed exasperated before rebutting her friend's question, "You seriously have no idea who she is?"

Chloe, doe eyed, shook her head in the negative.

The blonde sighed once more as she took her friend by the shoulders and slightly shook her. "You have been flirting with entirely the wrong women. For GODS SAKE CHLOE! The woman is exactly your type. Broody has to be her middle name. Not to mention her ear monstrosities! She is the only women here that you will see that puts pieces of wood in her ears just to make sure her piercings won't close." Chloe still looked a cross between a doe eyed fawn and just plain confused. "She's petite, brunette with long hair, broody, extremely rude, and frequently sits in window sills." Aubrey listed firmly, as if her last statement would make everything clear. The blonde just became more exasperated when her friend still looked confused, tacking on, "How have you NOT noticed her!?"

"You know, just because I'm hella gay and have a thing for alternative brunettes with some snark does not mean I have a radar that beeps every time one is nearby, Bree. Besides you said you'd teach me everything I'd need to know. You mentioned meeting people. You did not give me specifics."

"I did not say getting to know people meant flirting with everyone you came across. That was not part of the handbook I gave to you!" Aubrey huffed out, feeling attacked.

"I know! I read it…well you made me. It's just…" Chloe sighs lightly before continuing, "you're being super harsh right now. I came to you for help, not judgement. You can't just walk all over me because I made one mistake. I've been here a month and I'm supposed to know who everyone is. I barely remembered all the Bella's names and people aren't exactly super friendly here." Chloe's face fell as she looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt.

There was a long pause before Aubrey spoke. "I'm sorry it's just…"

"Your dad."

"Yeah…" It was Aubrey's turn to look away, playing with her own hands.

There was a silence that settled, until Aubrey, catching Chloe's eyes, broke it with, "I'll point her out to you tomorrow. You will probably find her in the library. She's like a cat. She likes sitting in sunny spots and silence."

The redhead's face lit up like a Christmas tree as she hopped forward and pulled Aubrey into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you, Bree," was muffled by the blonde's hair. Aubrey just smiled into the embrace, tightening the grip she had on her bubbly friend.