Hey, hey, hey! Kris here!
so anyway, its been a loooooong time since I wrote. An even longer time since I wrote fanfiction, but you guys deserve to hear from me. A lot has happened in my life, times are pretty tough rn, but writing has never failed to make me feel okay again.
OITNB is my favorite show. In honor of it coming back, I figured id write a headcanon I had for awhile now. This will be mostly a vauseman centric fic, so if that aint your cup of tea, id suggest you go. However, there will be others mentioned soon! this wont be long at all, probably a two or three chapter thing, but I just had to break it up into parts to drive ya'll nuts with a cliff hanger.
I want Piper to get a redemption arch. I want her to make up for her shitty mistakes. This is the beginning of that.
I hope you guys like it! lots of fluff to come! I appreciate the continued support!
im open to roleplay as well! just pm me!
Of all the shit they could have predicted to happen at Litchfield, this was not at the top of the list.
"Yeah, burn this motherfucker!" an inmate shouted as she kicked the fiery trashcan that sent Alex's dirty secrets flying. They were already burnt, so it wasn't any harm, but she exchanged a look with her lover and they knew it was time to bail. Rowdy inmates meant trouble, and considering poussey's awful fate just hours before, this trouble was big.
"Maybe some other time..." Alex urged, and Piper nodded, gasping as Alex took her hand, and began to tug her along the walls, giving the mob room to rampage towards whatever scene was unfolding. Right now Piper's head was spinning. They needed to get to safety, to hide, to not be a part of this. hide, hide, hide.
"This way!" Piper yelled, turning a corner and running ahead, ignoring Alex's shouts for her to wait up. She stopped short as she caught sight of Daya up ahead, aiming a gun at the face of a CO, inmates cheering her on, about to pull the trigger.
"Holy shit..." Piper whispered, murmuring something about a step in the wrong direction when she suddenly felt Alex's strong arms yank her back, and give her back a shove in the other direction with an exclamation of:
"Are you fucking kidding me!?"
As they ran, a loud BANG echoed throughout the halls of the prison, and Piper felt her heart stop, and her stomach lurch.
Daya had done it. Inmates howled and screamed, some were in disbelief. However, the consensus was an overall approval. Shouts to torch the place, to take over, even a woman screaming "WE THE FUCKIN KINGS, NOW!" chased after them like monsters in a swamp.
"This is so fucked, this is so fucked!" Piper yelled, running on. As they were avoiding other panicking inmates, desperate for a place to hide, a loud and piercing alarm began to sound throughout the corridor.
The other inmates laughed, ignoring the sound, and began to beat on McCullough as the others watched.
What the prisoners didn't realize, was the riot team was in route, and would soon be throwing open the front doors of Litchfield. Guns in hand, and shields at the ready, they soon would begin marching down the corridors, ready to strike.
"Where the fuck do we go!?" Piper screamed. "What the fuck do we do?" the taller woman didn't answer, too full of adrenaline to even think straight. She didn't care where they ended up, what closet they had to squeeze into, so long as she got them away from the danger, the gunshots, the violence, it would be okay… right? "Alex!" the blonde repeated.
"Piper, shut the fuck up! Just run! I can't think!" Alex snapped, yanking the smaller woman closer.
Piper had a knack for getting into stupid situations. The brand on her arm was living proof, and the minute Alex had seen it, she'd shown disgust and an air of That's what you get, but deep down? She was guilty. Watching her girlfriend scream in pain as Red had to burn her again for a second time? She was determined to never let her get hurt like that again.
"Look! Up ahead, that hallway leads towards the chapel, right!?" Piper called out, and Alex shook her head in confusion. Did it lead there? Or was that the laundry area? Her vision began to blur. This was all too much in too little time. Passages she snuck around in for months and knew like the back of her hand were now blending together like some kind of beige puzzle. She felt like she was in a scene straight out of SAW.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Alex screamed, in full panic mode. Heart racing, eyes wide, she felt like the walls were getting smaller. Everything was going to close in, crush her ribs, destroy her lungs….
She couldn't breathe. However, her legs kept going.
A few corridors down, the riot gear wearing officers had finally shown up. Caputo knew when the situation was severe, and unlike the lake, lives were at stake. A few guards had already been brutally beaten, some missing teeth, one unfortunate soul had a broken arm and a badly twisted leg. Barricaded in his office, he hid behind his desk as a big crowd of Poussey's friends pounded on the doors.
They chanted at him, threatened to kill him, dared them to say her name. He hunkered down, fearing the worst.
Piper noticed Alex was beginning to fade as panic set in. She was all too familiar with how Alex handled immense stress, and this was one of those times. She shot ahead, determined to get them out of this mess. She had let her girlfriend almost get killed once. She had been finally told the story of what happened with Aydin, and if Lolly hadn't shown up when she did…
She didn't want to consider the possibility. Without thinking, she let go of Alex's hand, and ran further up ahead, ignoring her hissed warnings to "wait up!"
Whether it was her stubborn nature, or her desperate attempt to redeem herself, to fix her mistakes and right her wrongs, in that moment, she decided to be the hero. To take one for the team. Alex's team.
It happened so fast.
Alex heard the pounding boot steps rounding the corner before Piper did, and her heart sank as two officers were upon them, guns in hand. The small blonde woman was shouting: "Up ahead, we can go this way-!" before she stumbled back, spreading her arms out in a feeble attempt to protect her girlfriend.
Alex was still too far back to stop them, and without a warning, the first officer sent Piper flying to the ground as the barrel of his gun made contact with her head, a sickening CRACK that was undeniably her skull.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion after that. Alex's Jaw dropped, and she skidded to a halt as she watched her lover fall to the ground like some kind of limp animal that has just been struck by a semi. In a heap on the bare cement she lay, blood pooling at the side of her face. The second officer slammed his boot onto her back, adding insult to injury. She wasn't getting up, and he knew that.
"NO!" Alex screamed, attempting to rush to Piper's side while there was a short pause. The second officer leered down at Piper, but before Alex could intervene, the first officer rounded the corner, a loaded gun in his hand. He moved in closer, pointing the gun right at the spot between Alex's eyes.
"Inmate! hands on your head, get down on your knees! I will shoot!" he cocked the gun, stepping in a bit further.
Tears streamed down her face as she began to regret ever single mean thing that had ever left her mouth in Piper's direction. "You fucking son of a bitch!" she cried. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real.
"I said, on your knees, inmate!" he bellowed, and Alex shut her eyes as she fell to her knees, hands reaching up to hold the top of her head. The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of her neck as she was cuffed, tightly. Her wrists began to bleed.
"Take this one to SHU." the first officer commanded, and the second officer nodded, abandoning Piper's side before grabbing a tight hold of Alex's arm, giving her a heavy shove forward.
"W-wait!" Alex yelled, "What about her!? What are you doing!?"
"Shut up!" the first officer screamed, but the second officer paused, looking back.
"Wait, she's right… what about her?"
The other officer groaned, shaking his head.
"I don't give a shit! I'm not the clean up crew! You got about three hundred more women up there about to slice the warden's throat! Just leave her! Someone will take care of it!"
The second officer nodded, and began to jog the opposite way, gun in his hands. Alex looked back helplessly as her girlfriend was left to bleed out on the cold ground, alone. She looked back ahead and shut her eyes, sobs beginning to wrack her tall frame already. Alex Vause rarely cried, but this time she couldn't stop herself.
Piper was surely dead.
It was all her fault.
The quick walk to SHU ended abruptly as she was thrown into the small cement box, scraping her arms on the stone floor as she skidded to a stop. The cuffs were removed quickly, and before she could breathe, the door shut again. She buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
A naive, innocent young girl sitting alone at a bar in the city, wanting a job, clueless to the darker side of the world she'd get to learn about. The one Alex had shown her. The disease she'd introduced her to.
The tall woman wondered how much better off Piper would have been if they had never crossed paths.
Alive… A voice in her head began to say, and that was it. She choked on another sob. Scared because the prison was in shambles. Scared because the one she thought she'd never be without was gone before her very eyes, a light extinguished before it had the chance to burn bright again. She wanted her mom. She wanted Piper. She needed someone.
Instead, she curled in on herself in the dim light, hugging her knees to her chest as her crying got louder. She was fully, truly, alone. Deprived of every sort of comfort a human being could want, she began to sway again. Her vision blurred, but this time she did nothing to stop it. In a haste, she puked into the small metal toilet beside her, and slowly drifted into a state of nothingness.