Author's Note: Well...that was...interesting. Hmm...yeah, too much to say so we'll just leave it there lol. WARNING- IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED SEASON THREE DO NOT READ THIS! If you have, then carry on! Please read and review

Nicky Nichols lay on the hard metal bunk in maximum security. The light above her burned brightly as it had for the past two months. Her red hair, once wild and untameable, now stringy and plastered to her face like wallpaper. Her face, once so full and lifelike, now looked thin and frail. To say the food was edible in max was like saying the ghetto was the greatest place to live. Nicky had barely touched her meals in the last two months, the mould covering most of the small proportions of food she was given. Her wrists had marks on them from the shackles she had to wear whenever she was allowed out of her cell. The guards at max were all Pornstaches. They would feel women up at their own free will. If you dared say something they didn't like, they'd smack you with a brown leather belt. Nicky had had that painful privilege five times. Nicky groaned as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. In max you had a lot of time to think, and then over think. For two months Nicky had thought about what a fuck up she was, about how her entire life she had been nothing but a huge disappointment to everyone. As a kid she was never good enough for her mother, she always felt like a nuisance. Her mother would drag her around like a security blanket, and when it was appropriate she played the "mom of the year" card, showing Nicky off like she was a prize. For that split second, that one moment, Nicky would feel liked she really had a mom, like her mom really loved her. But, as quickly as it would start, it would end. Once the crowd backed away, Nicky was pushed to the side like a stuffed animal long forgotten. It was no suprise that the red headed beauty started rebelling when she became a teenager. She started sleeping with any girl that looked even slightly fuckable, hung out with the rough and rowdy crowd and did Heroin like it was her lifeline; and it was. Nicky closed her eyes as she felt a fresh batch of tears threaten to spill down her pale cheeks. She had once said at an AA meeting that Heroin was her best girlfriend because it never left, and that was the truth. When it seemed that everyone else in her life left her, when it seemed like no one cared about her, heroin did. When her friends had gone to jail, Nicky had begged her mom for money, for drugs of course and not to bail out her friends. The look on her mother's face, before she closed the car door, had been one of sadness, heartache and disappointment. After that things had gone from bad to worse for the then junkie. After her heart surgery, she had actually hoped maybe her mother would care. Hoped that by some miracle her mother would act like a mother instead of a publicity agent. That hope was quickly shattered when her mom walked into the hospital room. There was no real empathy or concern, just a pretend spew of concern to make herself feel better. After that things only got worse. Nicky did go back to the only thing that ever loved her, Heroin. When she'd gotten arrested and gone to Litchfield she had been scared. Yes, Nicky Nichols had been scared. Scared that being torn from her lover's addictive arms would kill her. Scared that detox would be like having a gun pointed at you, that wasn't loaded. If it hadn't been for Red, it would have been. Red, her prison mother and real mother in every sense of the word. The older woman had taken Nicky in like she was her own daughter. Had a firm hand whenever Nicky would get out of line. But had a heart of gold when Nicky needed it. There was one other person in prison that had never left her side, Lorna Morello. When she'd first seen the Brooklyn native with short dark hair and bright red lips, she'd thought she was a little bit crazy. Ok that was putting it nicely, but Nicky fell head over heels for her. When she found out Lorna had a fiancé she still tried to win her over, even if she hid behind the lie that it was only for comfort. Lorna made her feel like she mattered, made her feel like she was loved and wanted. And when the small black haired beauty screamed out her name in the chapel, made her feel desired. When heroin use to consume Nicky's mind completely, Lorna invaded her thoughts like a sweet sounding melody. After Lorna's fantasy marriage had been exposed for what it was, a fantasy, Nicky had stood by her, never once judging or questioning her sanity. She knew Morello was batshit crazy, but the red headed ex junkie loved her enough that she didn't care. She wanted to help Lorna, wanted to show her that someone loved her, that someone cared; because Nicky knew how painful it could be to think no one did. She knew she was a disappointment to both Lorna and Red now, the look in her mother's eyes that day had been just that. She remembered the fear in Lorena's voice, the frantic pleading in her tone. Nicky knew deep down that Lorna would never judge her, would never hate her no matter what she did, but she couldn't see that through the cloud of depression she was in. She knew Red was probably pissed. Nicky sighed as she rolled over. Suddenly she heard the door of her cell open.

"Inmate!" A guard barked at her, "Come on, you're going back to Litchfield."

Nicky looked up, "Really? Why?" She asked suprised, her voice raspy from crying.

"Just get up and come with me." The guard yelled.

Nicky slowly got up off the bed and, on wobbly legs, moved towards the door. As she was lead down the hallway she heard the other inmates screaming obscenities about how they should be released and not her. As she walked towards the exit of maximum security she passed a girl walking in wearing a orange jumpsuit. Her hair was cropped and she had tattoos covering the parts of her Nicky could see. The red head met the woman's eyes and saw nothing but anger looking back at her. Looking away the ex junkie continued out the doors and towards the transport van. Her body ached all over, her mind so fucked up even a drug couldn't fix it, and the sun hurt her eyes; but Nicky Nichols only had one thought on her mind, she was going to see the only person that ever cared about her, Lorna Morello. She knew it was a long road to recovery but with Lorna beside her, she could get through anything.

Meanwhile at Litchfield Federal Prison Lorna Morello looked up at the tall, Italian man standing in front of her.

"Do you, Lorna Morello, take Vince Muccio to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?" The minister asked.

"I do." Lorna smiled looking up into the man's eyes.

"And do you Vince Muccio take Lorna Morello to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?" The minister asked

"I do." Vince smiled at Lorna.

"Then with the power invested in me and the state of New York I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The minister smiled as the couple kissed. As they consummated their marriage against a vending machine Lorna had no idea that a certain wild haired inmate was being lead back into the prison, and into her heart.

Author's Note- I am not impressed with this chapter to be honest. I originally thought that writing a chapter with almost no dialogue would be easy, it is not lol. That being said, I hope you enjoyed this. Chapter two won't be up until next weekend at the earliest. So thank you for reading and please review! Cry to me about season three if you want! Thanks for reading!