Amor vincit omnia

Ok, summary of this is a different version of series eight right in the middle of their fight. It is focused on the relationship between Buxton and Kerrigan. Nat/pat femslash, don't like, don't read. Simple.

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Natalie struggled as hard as she could, Pat pinning her down by digging her elbow into her ribs while gripping her hair tightly, determined to keep her down. Both women were panting with the roughness of their fight as Pat reached towards the brick again almost getting a grip on it. Natalie saw this and in a moment of madness her terror exploded out of her. Pat flinched as Natalie screamed, who took her enemy's moment of hesitation to punch Pat hard on the side of her head.

Pat's grip slackened in pain as the fist made contact with her temple, Natalie throwing her off. Lunging for the brick she quickly took up the position that had her in her vulnerable position seconds before. Pat cried in fear as she saw the fury in Natalie's face, struggling furiously but she couldn't shift Natalie's vice grip. She meet Natalie's eyes, something menacing in them that made her own widen with fear. She was going to die, she knew it, the nonce had won and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Unable to hide her terror a whimper of fear escaped Pat's lips as Natalie raise the brick over her head. Pat bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut awaiting the sickening crack smashing her skull...

She waited, but the blow never came.

For a second Pat thought it was already over, but she could still feel the weight and warmth of Natalie's body on her own. She wanted to look but was afraid of what she would see. After a few seconds she could bear it no longer opening her eyes and raising her head to look up into Natalie's face.

She stared. Natalie still had the brick aloft with her raised arm but her expression was what shocked Pat. An expression of such confusion. She appeared to be struggling; an internal battle seemed to be going through her mind. There was anger in her face, as expected but something else was there too, something which restricted her arm from striking. Fear was also showing itself, as even she couldn't seem to understand why she could not bear to bring the brick down.

A couple of times her arm tensed and the expression of anger returned but as she went to deliver the blow the brick seemed to hit an invisible barrier constructed for some unknown reason, before being raised back to its higher position. Pat frowned in puzzlement as the woman she hated; who had ruined so many innocent lives yet could not seem to kill her, of all people. The fear rose in Natalie's face as Pat tried to rise herself into sitting position.

Natalie gripped the scruff of Pat neck to slam her back down to the concrete floor. Raising the brick again her face screwed up in concentration as she tried to force her arm to obey in bringing it down with deadly force. Again it hit the invisible barrier, the confusion in her face intensifying as her unknown internal battle raged. Natalie's heart raced as panic filled her; unable to finish off the bitch that had ruined everything she had built up before she had come along. The one who had drugged her and now would kill her given half the chance. Yet she couldn't bring herself to do it, it was pathetic.

Pat thought it safe to risk trying to sit up again, this time meeting no resistance, raising herself level to Natalie. Natalie stared wide-eyed into Pat's face, brick still raised up, tensed into position. Pat tried to decipher the mix of emotions in Natalie's eyes, understand why she was showing mercy, whether or not to trust it. There was clear confusion, with anger and fear but something else Pat could not decode. Pat slowly moved her hand to the inner elbow of Natalie's arm applying pressure to try to force it to lower. Natalie whimpered as she resisted, refusing to give up her defence.

As Pat applied more pressure suddenly Natalie dropped the brick and before Pat could react, wrapped her arm round Pat's neck gripping her hair and pulled her towards her kissing her hard on the lips. Pat tensed in shock as she felt Natalie's warm mouth on her own letting out a moan of surprise. Loosening her grip very slightly Natalie passionately kissed her again, willing her to return the kiss. The seconds passed, before Pat moved her arm from Natalie's arm to her shoulder shoving her back aggressively breaking the kiss, twisting her hips to once again switch positions. Natalie yelped in fear, her eyes widening unsure what was happening.

Pat had the brick in one hand risen up, the other holding Natalie by the scruff of her neck. Natalie gripped Pat's hand clinging to her, unsure how to react as Pat pulled her so close she could feel her breath on her face. Both women stared into one another's eyes, trying to tell what the other was thinking. Slowly Pat lowered the brick gripping Natalie with both hands.

'Why did you hesitate?' Pat demanded. Natalie stammered searching for an answer she couldn't give. 'Why!' Pat repeated shaking the other woman violently. In panic Natalie grabbed Pat's head and head-butted her causing her to stagger off Natalie.

Natalie leaped up, turning the other way and ran towards the door leading back into the prison, leaving Pat dazed on the floor. Pat quickly gathered herself and set off in pursuit the opposite way she had done earlier. Breathing heavily she followed Natalie through the corridors, slowing as she say the Julies ahead with Miss Mandy Goodhue just about to go through the gates. Natalie reached them first, still panting which caught the attention of Goodhue.

'What have you two been up to?' She demanded as Natalie felt Pat draw level with her. 'Feeling better now all of a sudden?' She asked Pat.

'Yes Miss' Pat replied after a second remembering her excuse to run after Natalie. It seemed hours ago now.

'What's that on your head?' Mandy indicated the bruise swelling on the side of Pat's head.

'Oh…I…' Pat begun, trying desperately to come up with an answer on the spot. Being put down the block for fighting would not do either of them any good. Natalie seemed to think so to and she quickly butted in.

'She went to the loo and hit her head while being sick' Natalie chuckled arrogantly as Pat looked at her, hoping she would come up with something believable 'I went to the loo on my way back from dumping the bags and found the stupid bitch knocked out, but just coming round unfortunately' she continued with a nasty smirk which seemed to be enough to convince the others, who turned on her.

'Thank god, who knows what you would have done given half the chance!' snapped Julie J glaring at Natalie who merely sneered back at her.

'Right come on you lot we have to get back to work in soon and you lot need to change!' said Goodhue with raised eyebrows looking sceptical opened the gate and ushered everyone through. As they went into G-wing Natalie trotted quickly up the stairs to her cell, wanting to escape the feeling Pat's eyes on her as she went. Pat watched her disappear before seeing the Julies gesturing for her to go with them into their cell.

'Why isn't she being caught for trying to escape?' Julie S demanded the second the door was closed. 'I didn't get beaten for no reason you know!'

'Things didn't go quite to plan.' Pat stated simply, which was true, neither the plan she had with the Julies nor her own more sinister plan had succeeded. Not that the Julies knew about that. 'She must have worked it out. Did either of you say anything?'

'Of course not! But now what are we going to do?' Julie J asked, sensing pressing Pat for details would not go down well. While Pat was less of a bitch than Natalie, pissing her off was still not a smart move.

'We'll have to come up with a different plan aren't we? But this time maybe we should not just get her locked up' Pat's eyes were menacing, full of hate, so much so the Julies exchanged a worried look. 'Maybe, we get rid of her once and for all.'

The Julies gaped. 'But…if we just catch her out, get her caught for other thing…' began Julie J

'No.' Pat cut her off sharply. 'She is too clever for that. Even if we succeed, she'll still find a way to hurt innocent people, even in here. The only way to stop her is to put her in the ground. Now you are with me or with her.' Pat ended her furious eyes appeared on the edge of madness and seemed to burn holes into the Julies as she looked challengingly at both of them.

'With you, obviously. As if we would ever side with her' Julie S said after a terrified look from Julie J 'But seriously Pat, she is going to be after our blood now, she will know we helped you! And no offence, I'm in no mind to be beaten to a pulp again'

'I know. I'll try to be around more to keep her at bay. I can't promise anything though. Now we best change, or Goodhue will be even more suspicious.' Pat turned and left the cell, leaving the Julies staring at each other, wondering what they had got themselves into. Pat was becoming far too much like Buxton for their liking.

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Later that day

Natalie stood in her cell in her tiny vest, inspecting her bruises in the mirror. She had a nasty one coming up on her shoulder, and as she lifted her top she saw a few coming out on her lower ribs. Groaning she held the cold and damp flannel to her bruises. As she did she stared at herself in the mirror, cursing herself for allowing the bitch to do this to her and not punish her for it. No one got away with hurting her, least of all the one who had made her life a misery ever since her arrival. So why hadn't she finished her off when she had the chance? She couldn't make sense of it. As for kissing her, what was that about? Must be a whore's response to danger, try and shag your way out of it.

As she was lost in these thoughts, her cell door swung slowly open and the woman she least wanted to see appeared. Pat shut the door quietly behind her and looked over the other woman, lingering on the bruise on her shoulder and then her toned torso now supporting the bruises she had inflicted. For a second neither woman moved, as their eyes meet in the mirror.

'Piss off.' Natalie eventually muttered, returning her attention to treating her bruises. When Pat didn't move she impatiently snapped 'Did you hear what I said?'

'Since when did I pay attention to anything you told me to do?' Replied Pat sourly, moving closer to Natalie, who lowered her flannel whilst eyeing Pat suspiciously in the mirror. Feeling Pat's presence far too close Natalie turned to glare at her waiting for her to tell her what she wanted.

After a nearly a minute had passed while neither spoke, Natalie grew impatient and broke the silence. 'Did you want something Kerrigan? Or this a social call?' She added sarcastically.

'You've been avoiding me.' It wasn't a question; it was stated as a fact.

'Well amazingly enough you are not the person I would actively seek out, and surprisingly you trying to kill me hasn't suddenly made you higher on my list'

'Well, who knows, maybe trying to shove your tongue down my throat might have something to do with you desperately trying not to be in the same room as me.'

Natalie stiffened. Glaring at Pat she snarled 'Well, over twenty years in the whore business, it kinda comes as a reflex to danger, so don't get your hopes up'

'Strange as you could have just smashed that brick into my skull. Would have been simpler don't you think?' Pat asked challengingly, not ready to accept such a crude answer.

'Well you didn't over dose me when you had the chance, guess I thought I would return the favour. Now we are even.' Natalie shrugged and turned away walking towards her draws and started rummaging for something.

'Yer right, as if you would be that honourable' Pat snapped

'Well don't worry, it wouldn't happen again, you can count on that' Natalie stated, finding the jumper she was looking for and pulling it over her head. 'Next time, bitch they'll be burying you when I'm finished with you' She muttered as she approached Pat standing almost nose to nose with her then going to her cell door, looking back to glare at Pat, indicating that she should leave, before leaving her cell.

'They'll be burying you first.' Pat replied darkly 'I expect you'll be spat out of hell though, nonce' adding a twist to the last word before heading towards the kitchens where the Julies were working. Natalie just stared ahead of her whilst walking down the stairs, trying to calm the fury that the other woman was so good at causing. She had to do something to get rid of that bitch, or she would explode! As for the Julies, she had ideas for them to make them pay for trying to have her killed.

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