This will be a three parter unpossessed Bananun piece and follow the other unpossesseds I've written (Chapters 67 and 68 in Fact, I Love Her). Thank you to all the prompts ideas sent!

Beta-ed by Grace

"I don't know why she's doing this."

Mary had shrugged apologetically, unable to give her an answer past "I was only asked to bring you.". She puttered around Sister Jude's desk, hands reaching out to straighten folders and files and stray papers, her fingers pushing back a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Lana watched her carefully, trying to catch the girl's attention, but the nun wouldn't meet her gaze with her own baby blue eyes.

"Someone told her, Mary."

The blonde stiffened lightly and she turned to give her back to the brunette, staring out the window as she brought her hand up to bite at the skin around her thumb. Her voice was soft. "I didn't."

Lana let out a rush of air in relief and Mary turned, confusion and hurt in her features.

"You thought I'd told her."

"Why else would she make me wait here and," The brunette waved vaguely at the desk, a grimace finding its way to her face. "Show off her impressive array of whipping canes?" Blue eyes flitted to the wooden rods. "I don't think she cleans them regularly, Mary."

"No. She doesn't." The blonde whispered, gaze on blood coated pine. "I didn't." She repeated. "I know that none of the inmates would dare rat you out because they'd be punished also for their sin of greed and lust of blood, but-" She shook her head quickly. "It wasn't me."

"I believe you."

Mary nodded softly.

"She has eyes on the back of her head, anyway."

The two shared a small smile as Lana tried her best to diffuse the incoming whipping she'd get. The skin on her backside was already smarting at the idea.
The blonde had come to her in the day room, fingers shaking as she'd bent over to talk to her, whispered in her ear. Jude had found out of her few hours spent in the infirmary with a split lip and a minor concussion, courtesy of her last encounter with Spivey and his snide remarks. And from the fear coursing through Mary Eunice's veins, Lana could tell it'd been a bad reaction the woman had had.

Her black eyes watched as Mary's fingernail played with the edge of one of the canes, her blue gaze wide as she let herself touch the wood. She pulled away as if burnt and turned away from the desk, skin flushing.

"Not into that kind of thing?" Lana laughed lightly, turning her teasing smile towards the blonde, but the girl only stared back and she suddenly cursed herself, her scowl returning. She's a sister. "Sorry, I'm just, I'm just trying to make light of this."

"You look ashamed." Mary shrugged softly, her own smile tugging at her lips. "But I have no idea what you're asking."

The brunette's frown didn't lessen. "This is why I get in trouble, I can't watch my mouth."

"Your words in general, Miss Lana." The blonde replied. It was almost cheeky. Her eyes flitted down to the dark marks written in pen in the crook of the woman's elbow and her grin widened. Lana pulled her sleeve down. "I won't tell." The girl promised.

"Thanks."

"I personally like reading." Mary admitted. "I sometimes have the mailman sneak in a few copies of books to put in the archives, the ones that Sister Jude won't allow. I only do so to keep an eye on the changing styles of writing throughout the decades, of course." She added quickly. "It's purely educational."

"Is that a sin?"

"Reading? I hope not."

"I'm sure Hell has an extensive collection of books." Seeing the girl's distraught face, Lana shook her head. "Not what I meant." The blonde didn't reply, her eyes not meeting the reporter's anymore. Lana took a step forward. "I was joking, Mary." She took the girl's hands in hers almost carefully, biting back her smile when the blonde threaded her fingers with hers. "You'd be the last person to go to Hell." Tentatively, the brunette pushed Mary's bangs out of her face, face angled up an inch to be able to look at the girl properly. "You know that, right?"

"It's my blood on those canes." The blonde blurted out.

"What?"

"I'm no angel, Miss Winters."

Lana stiffened at the formality.

"I sin just as much as you do."

"I hardly think that you-"

Mary cut her off. "I mess up just as much as you. I disobey and I'm a klutz and awkward and I can never seem to remember what's just been said to me-"

"You only disobey when you intent on caring for others. Don't think I haven't noticed. Those things are trivial, you're not breaking a commandment." Lana replied forcefully. "God doesn't judge like Jude does. Do you understand that?"

"What do you know of God?" The blonde pleaded back.

A sigh escaped through the brunette's lips as she stared up into teary blue eyes. "Not much." She finally admitted softly. "He left me a long time ago."

"Lana."

The brunette shook her head. "But I'm sure He loves you. I would, if I was omnipotent, if I could see all souls."

Mary repeated her name in a whisper this time, her tears free flowing down her ivory cheeks. Lana sighed out when the girl wrapped her hands around her neck, her fingers intertwining at the base of her neck. The blonde's forehead fell to rest against the woman's, her nose bumping into Lana's.

Lana brushed at an errant tear and she reached up to kiss her cheek reassuringly, and she left another kiss closer to the girl's lips. Her black eyes widened when Mary turned her head slightly and kissed her back, her bottom lip brushing up against the reporter's top one.

Lana wrapped her fingers in blonde locks and tugged the girl down, opening her mouth and silently begging for Mary to do the same. She snaked her tongue out and the blonde's was so close to meeting hers and

and the door opened and they wrenched away from each other, the girl breathing hard and blushing so badly that there was no way to lie out of the intimate touches in front of the hardened sister yelling from the doorway.

Mary's blood would dot the canes again.