I do not own any of the OITNB characters. I wanted to write something about them in prison too because I love the other characters so this fanfiction will focus more on Piper and Alex's relationship in the prison following the season 2 finally (Yes Alex is thrown back in prison for this story) and will be told from Piper's point and Alex's but I also want to throw in Morello and Nichols… because I love them. Please tell me what you think. First four chapters are where each character left off in the story so basically recaps of the scenes then I will start the rest of it.

Alex Vause

Alex paced her apartment, her paranoia beginning to get the best of her. She worried for her life and, despite how rocky they had been, Piper. Where would Piper go if she went into hiding? And what if something happened but no one was around to help her? Or what if she got caught again? Prison without Piper would be shit and she knew it. She would be breaking parole, but then again, she was already breaking it with the gun she kept hid in her apartment, the gun she slept with every night to keep her safe from Kupra's mules. No way she would be an importer for him again, all she would be considered was a risk.

Alex grabbed a book from the shelf frantically and settled onto the couch, pleading with her brain to allow her to fade into this other world, to let her settle. She pulled the blanket up over her and began reading. Several hours passed and her mind had relaxed, that was until the knocks came from the door. She stopped reading immediately and got to her feet, nerves prickling through her spine. She looked out the window nervously, seeing nothing. She reached for her stereo turning the volume off and waiting as another knock echoed through the apartment. She peeked around the hall staring at the door, her nerves rushing through her at high speed as she saw the lock start to turn.

Shit! Was all she thought as she turned from the door, opening the small drawer that held her revolver and pulled it out, double checking that it was loaded. She walked briskly back to the hall that led down to the door and held the gun up, prepared for the worst, or so she thought.

"Don't take another step!" she shouted as the guy she had met days ago walked in, she thought was the room guy but couldn't quite remember, paranoia had a way of making you forget things. Her stress turned to anger, cold and blunt as she turns back to him, "What, the fuck? Can I help you?" she questions angrily.

He steps back "I uh, I, I didn't know you were home?" he responds.

"I don't fucking care you can't just walk into my apartment!" Alex retorts angrily.

"I, I know that, usually. But he asked me to." He remarked as he opened the door, revealing Mr. Crockett, her probation officer who looked for anything to bust her with and here she was holding the gun in her hand. A violation. Alex guiltily hid the gun behind her back as he walked in, her mood dropping considerably.

"Mr. Crockett." She says softly, his eyes wavering to the hand that held the gun then back to meet her eyes.

"Ms. Vause." He answered, again motioning to her hand.

"Fuck." Alex said under her breath, knowing just how much trouble she was in, almost positive that this meant more Litchfield. Mr. Crockett stepped forward, "look I can explain –"

"No need Vause, I'm going to have to report this, and remove the gun from the premises." He remarked, holding a hand out to her. Alex reluctantly handed the gun over, glancing back at the other guy. "I'll be back tomorrow, do NOT leave." He remarked turning towards the door. She knew he would have surveillance on her, her chance to leave town was lost. She leaned against the wall, her body sliding to the ground. She let her head fall into her hands, her elbows resting against her knees.

NEXT DAY

A knock made Alex jump from her bed, immediately rushing to the door. "Alex, open the door." The voice commanded, she knew immediately who it was. Her hand reached for the doorknob, twisting it open, her heart sinking at the sight of two correctional officers and Mr. Crockett.

"Ms. Vause you are under arrest for breaking your Parole and will be returning to Litchfield for the remainder of your sentence." The officer remarked, stepping into the apartment. "Hands behind your back please." He commanded.

"What, do I not get to know my rights?" she retorted sarcastically as she turned around, her way of feeling less helpless. The officer ignored her and immediately she shut up. "Fine." She remarked, letting her shoulders sag.

The trip was long, at least to her, until they pulled into the prison gates. Alex felt herself relax, despite her disappointment at her return, at least she was safe inside the prison walls… and she had Piper. She was walked in, the officers following her until she reached the changing area. She was uncuffed and pushed forward, to which she responded with a sneer.

"Good to see you again Ms. Vause. Strip." Was all she got as she let her pants fall to the ground and pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra unstrapped and fell to the ground and the procedure of being checked over pursued.

She crawled into her Orange clothing and took her shoes and bedding and followed Morello down the hall, the same one who brought her in the first time.

"Hey Vause, welcome back." She greeted, a weak smile on her face.

"You alright?" Alex questioned, peeking down at her. Morello turned away, attempting to hide her face.

"Fine, just… you know." She remarked. Alex stepped back and kept her mouth shut, following behind. "You'll be bunking with Nicky… " She remarked, turning towards the white area. Alex sighed in relief, knowing that Nicky's bunk was next to Piper and smiled.

"Vause!" Nicky shouted, walking up to her and entrapping her in her arms. Alex wrapped her arms around her in response but everything froze when Piper walked out of her bunk, her eyes meeting Alex's.

"Hey Piper" was all she could muster as Nicky let go.