So I'm in that OITNB/Wentworth obsession phase and came out with this during the post new seasons withdrawals. Basically its post OITNB season 2 but Alex left the states before piper could raise the alarm about her skipping town. Except she got caught in Australia and now she's in Wentworth for a while. I have no idea where this will go yet so don't hate me if it sucks. Updates will be slow as I have a gazillion other stories to sort out. Reviews and stuffs is welcomed and muchly appreciated :)

Everybody was smiling. Laughing. Enjoying themselves. Taking in the sun and breathing in the beautiful world around them.

I was fucking envious of them all.

My eyes travelled back and forth along the people the van drove quickly past. Watching through the spaces between the barred windows I'd been forced to sit behind. My eyes kept rushing from side to side and it hurt doing it but fuck if I didn't soak it up while I could. I knew it'd be a very long time before I got to see the real world again.

I kept thinking the same thing as we travelled through the city. I was stupid. So fucking stupid. For breaking parole. For leaving the states. For abandoning the one person in the whole world who loved me. Just because I was scared and paranoid I had a hit out on my head. I was so stupid for running away. Because now Kubra really would kill me. Just slower.

But that wasn't the only thing on my mind. No, I had questions. Mainly how the fuck did the Feds find me? And when the hell would I be going home? My lawyer hadn't been in touch at all since my arrest. If I had to guess i'd say he quit the second he got the call saying he was needed again. I knew he was tired of me. I'd be tired of me too. I was just another criminal that couldn't learn a lesson and walk free. I was another second offender.

The other people in charge didn't give me many details either. Didn't even talk to me. They just shipped me off like some lamb being led to slaughter. Not for the first time in my life I felt helpless. I didn't have any help here. None at all. And because I'd been so stupid, now I didn't even have piper. It was depressing.

"Hey"

I pulled myself out of my misery long enough to glance over at the girl sat next to me. She was pale and looked thin, and when she smiled I could just see a few gaps where her teeth should have been. I groaned inside. Meth head.

She didn't notice my study of her. Instead she grinned at me and asked, "First timer?"

I turned back to the window and watched a couple walking on the sidewalk outside. I thought about piper again and it made me miserable.

"No"

She laughed hollowly, "Oh really? You look a bit too proper to be a rule breaker" she scoffed and nudged her elbow against my side, "Hey, what'd you do? Forget to pay your taxes or something?"

I didn't reply. I barely had the energy to give her my usual glare. Instead I just stared out the window and thought about home and how fucking stupid I'd been for leaving.

"Me? I got caught on parole" she babbled excitedly, proudly even, "See I got out and my pal-"

"I don't care" I mumbled shuffling closer to the window. I didn't want to listen to her story, even though it sounded like she'd made the same fuck up I did. I just wanted to be alone.

"Hey that ain't no way to talk" She sounded offended. I didn't care.

I laughed at her, "My fucking life is over and you're worried about my manners? Fuck you"

I twisted back to the window again but her hand grabbing my arm pulled me back. I looked up at her and stared in shock at her as she pulled a knife out of the waistband of her pants. It looked sharp. Really sharp.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I hissed at her with a look towards the front. Secretly I was hoping the guards up front would be listening in and stop her.

But of course, I didn't have any such luck.

The girl gave me a flash smile before she dove at me with it raised in her cuffed hands. I raised my own but the chain tying me to the floor was too small. I could just about hold them level with my face.

I panicked and twisted on the bench and raised my leg to kick. She yelled when my boot connected with her face and I watched as she flew back and hit the side of the van. She touched the blood by her nose and came at me again with a savage scream.

She jumped at me and shoved me back against the window. I smacked my head against the bars, grunting with the pain shooting behind my eyes. The other prisoner laughed and I felt her pull my hair before I felt the cold slide of metal dragging down my neck. I shivered and held still so the swaying of the van didnt push the knife into slicing me open. She laughed.

"Now you are a fucking rude american. But I'm not. So I'm gonna let you apologise" She smiled at me and dug the knife in a little, "Go on"

I laughed despite myself. I wasn't going to say shit to her. And especially not sorry. I didnt say sorry to anyone for anything. I was way better than that.

I flinched against the knife when she nicked me with it and she laughed again. Her grip tightened on me and she pushed the knife pressed harder against my skin. I closed my eyes.

Two thoughts crossed my mind as I waited for her to do it.

One was Piper. And how much I loved her. How much I wish I could see her one last time and explain myself. To tell her one more time that I loved her.

And the other was my disappointment for location of my death.

Of all the fucking places I could have died in it had to be fucking Australia.

Her hand tightened in my hair and yanked my head back. Her eyes sparkled insanely as she grinned down at me. She didn't look scared at all. Which made me think she was very practiced at this. Maybe she'd been sent to kill me.

"Hey!"

She froze and we both looked back at the open door and the guard standing at it. He quickly hopped up and grabbed the girl by her shirt.

"The fuck is going on?" He demanded yanking the knife out of her grip. He looked down at it in his hand and sighed tiredly, "Will there ever be a time where you come back without a weapon, barns?"

She just giggled back at him, "well you know me, Mr Jackson. I love playing with sharp things"

I rolled my eyes at her flirting smile. Trust a junkie. I sat myself up and rubbed my throat. I was surprised by the lack of blood when i pulled my fingers down.

"Yeah, a little too much" The guard was saying unimpressed. He looked completely unaffected by her. He glanced back at me concerned, "Hey, you okay? She didn't get you?"

I just shrugged and looked around outside the window. My insides froze when I realised I was looking at the prison. Were we there already? We hadn't been driving that long. I frowned to myself in disbelief. Did they seriously put prisons right near the cities here?

"What's the hold up?" A female voice asked bored from outside.

The guard pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the other girl's handcuffs.

"Just a little scuffle" he called back hauling the girl across to the door where another male guard grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the road.

The first guard turned back to me once she was gone and he gave me a slight smile as he walked forward to unlock my handcuffs. I looked him over while he did. He had cropped black hair and copper skin that stretched tight over his broad chest. He was well built. Very toned. I bet he could break my hand if he wanted to. My eyes moved over his chest to his hands, and up. He had a pretty neat looking tattoo tucked under his sleeve on his upper right arm. I peered down at the ink in the bleak light and recognised the tribal patterns. Maori. This guy wasn't from here. Just another stranger in a foreign prison.

His eyes avoided mine. He wasn't liking the attention. Maybe he was overused to it. He slowly took the cuffs off my wrists, gently like he thought id attack or try to escape. It made me smile to know I scared him.

The metal embracing my wrists came off and I breathed with relief at their loss. He stared at the red circles on my wrists as he pull the cuffs away.

"These were tight, eh?" He shook his head in disapproval and turned my hand over to assess my wrist, "it's disgusting how those officers treat girls"

"They thought I deserved it" I mumbled wincing when he probed with his thumb. He looked up at me.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I deserved it" I sighed.

I stood up and his eyes searched mine a moment until the woman outside called him out. He motioned out and I obediently moved past him to the door.

Looking around outside I suddenly felt scared. This was definitely what a prison should look like. High walls. Gates. Guards. Barbed wire. This place was massive. And severely protected. It made Litchfield look like play school.

My eyes wandered lazily around the prison and came to a stop on the short lady stood ahead of me by the prison doors with a couple other guards. She had dark hair done up in a tight bun and light eyes that watched me kindly despite the stern posture she held for herself. Just looking at her I could tell she was somebody who secretly hated her job.

"That's the last one, Vera" the guard behind me said as he hopped down from the van, "I found this on Barns" he added holding the knife up.

She shook her head at the girl and started talking about sentence rules. I didn't listen. I was too busy staring around at my temporary home. I couldn't help thinking that despite the fact it was temporary, maybe I was going to die here. I almost had just hitching a ride here.

"Coming down?" A blonde guard called out to me.

I stared blankly back at her, which annoyed her. She nodded at the first guard who immediately turned back to give me a hand down, but I refused it and awkwardly hopped down myself.

The woman, Vera, watched me interested before she turned on the spot.

"Take them to processing, Mr Jackson. Mr Fletcher, you too. And watch yourself. This one had a shiv" the other girl giggled when Vera looked over at her, "Call me in when you've sorted out the paper work and they're ready for the strip search"

"Yes, Vera" they said together, exchanging brief smirks behind her back.

"And stop smiling about it" she sighed walking off into the prison. Barns laughed at them while their smiles faded. The blonde guard laughed at them both, making them shuffle slightly.

They each grabbed one of us when Vera walked off with the female guard. Mr Jackson led me inside with a consoling grip above my elbow while Mr fletcher yanked the other girl around like a rag doll. She cried out when it hurt but he looked far from caring.

"Oh shut up would ya, barns!" he growled shoving her through the door after us. She stumbled and whimpered pathetically while he sighed impatent,

"Get a fucking move on!" He yelled suddenly.

Mr Jackson stopped me then so he could turn round to his colleague

"Take it easy, mate, yeah? You can't pull her about like that"

Mr fletcher gave him a disbelieving look, "Are you kidding me? She's a fucking criminal! They deserve what they get!"

Mr Jackson glanced back at me then before he sighed and reached forward for Barns. He gently took her wrist and pulled her towards him. She gratefully went with a look of contempt for Mr fletcher.

"I'll take it from here" Mr Jackson told him strongly.

Mr fletcher laughed and walked off shaking his head

"Yeah you're welcome to it" he grumbled.

Mr Jackson watched him go with a tired look before he turned back to lead us down the corridor to an office. He made us wait outside a second before he called us in one by one to fill out our paperwork.

I stood alone by his door while he hauled Barns into the office. I had to put up with the other prisoners taunts and jokes as I waited. It was humiliating but I put on a bored face and ignored most of them. Something that unnerved them.

When it was my turn to go inside I was only too glad. I entered the room quickly and looked down at me Jackson. He looked close to hitting something.

"She wasn't helpful?" I asked as I sat down opposite him.

He shuffled a few papers around on the desk and shook his head.

"Name?"

I leant back in the seat and sighed. Here we go.

"Alex Vause"

He scribbled it down

"Date of birth?"

"August 10th, 1978" He noted it with a slight smile at how compliant I was being.

"Country of origin?"

"You mean the accent doesn't give it away?"

He managed a small smile and asked me again. I slouched in my seat and told him.

"Next of kin?" He asked looking up at me when I was suddenly quiet. He repeated the question when I didn't reply. Next of kin.. I didn't have one. I didn't have anybody.

"Alex, next of kin?"

I shook my head at him, tears building behind my eyes. I couldn't breathe suddenly. Suddenly realising I had nobody made all of it more real. I glanced back at him. He was watching me curiously, sympathetically. I hated that.

"I..um.. P-Piper" I told him nodding to myself. If anything happened I wanted her to know first, "Piper Chapman"

He wrote down her name, "And what's her address?"

I laughed and he looked up at me confused. He gave me a blank look for an explanation when I carried on laughing.

"She's in Litchfield prison" I told him. He nodded

"Okay. What's her relation to you?"

"Girl-" I stopped myself and miserably amended myself, "Friend. She's just a friend"

Anybody would have questioned my answer but Mr Jackson didn't seem to care much. He quickly got through his list of questions without much fuss for my answers. I could tell he just wanted to get home already. Still, I was grateful for his lack of ignorant cruelty the Litchfield staff usually rained down on a prisoner during an interrogation. This guy seemed nice. He reminded me of Fischer a little. She'd been a caring guard too.

He finished writing and clicked the pen before he tucked the papers into a file with my name scrawled across the top. You don't realise how insignificant your life is until it gets thrown into a cabinet with so many others. Its depressing.

He turned back to me and told me to get up.

"Lemme guess" I sighed hauling myself reluctantly to my feet, "Now it's the strip search?"

He smiled wryly and and nodded, "Sooner we get there-"

"Sooner it gets done and I get to bed. Yeah," I walked out the office with him and shuffled beside him down the hall,

"I've heard it before"