This is my first fanfic ever, so please be as tough as you can and give me your advice so I can improve.

I know this first chapter is pretty short, but I don't know what kind of reception and reviews it's gonna have, so I'm not risking uploading more for now.

'Three to go', she thought. The wall beside her had been her blank canvas for the past two years and a blank canvas it still was, at least physically. A blank canvas it would remain, perhaps for future inmates. They wouldn't have the slightest clue of what had been through that wall, only her. The 'what if's, the stories she pictured that would have been developed or even created, hadn't she ask him that simple question: 'You know something, don't you?'.

"Elizabeth Stonem, you have a visitor." the man's voice cracked through the metal bars into the fairly empty cell.

"But it's not visitor's time." Said Effy dryly turning her head to the guard.

"I'm here to follow rules and obey orders, not necessarily in that order." Effy half smiled.

"Can I at least know who's itching to talk to me?" asked Effy, lifting her visible eyebrow to the man.

"Again, I'm here to obey orders." The guard responded.

Effy rolled her eyes, got up and followed the tall guard through the open door. Her walk was slow and restrained, as it was the first time in a few months she had visitors. They entered a small corridor which led to the visitors' area. The guard opened the door and stood sideways to allow Effy to enter the room. Even though she couldn't believe her eyes, Effy tried to keep as neutral face as she could.

"You have ten minutes. After that, I will come back to collect the inmate." Said the guard.

"Very well, but this will only take a few minutes." Replied the man standing in front of Effy, a small table between them. The guard closed the door with a quick and loud motion.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Effy as calmly as she could, her arms crossed, piercing ice look ahead.

"Cold as ever, I see." The man moved the papers lying on the table.

"Fuck off, Abassi." She replied flicking her eyelids once and slowly, her tone dead.

"Ok, calm down."

"I'm calm, what do you want?" she asked him.

"To bail you out." He responded quickly, his expression serious.

Effy waited a few seconds and her expression changed. She uncrossed her arms and squinted her eyes.

"What? After two years?" she said calmly and sarcastically.

"I realized it was wrong to send you to lock up all by yourself, carrying the bl…"

"After two bloody years?" Effy interrupted him, her voice raising.

"Effy…"

"Go fuck yourself, Jake." Effy turned around to leave, but before she could put her hand above the door handle, Jake grabbed her arm. The space between them evaporated.

"Listen, I know you must think I'm a cunting prick…" said Jake, eyes locked in hers.

"That obvious, huh?" asked Effy ironically.

"But I'm putting my ass on the line here. It's my head on the chopper if this bloody deal goes wrong." He enforced his grip.

"Well, don't let me fucking stop you, then." Breath hissed out her throat and hit Jake's cheek. "You know, you should let go of my arm. Someone might call the FSA and tell them a little rape story." Warned Effy.

"You wouldn't dare." His jaw clenched and grip tightened.

"Try me, you tosser." She whispered, her voice rasping her throat.

There she was, getting back to her love for chaos and self-destruction.