Author's Note: I don't own Skins or any of the characters, but I stand by my opinion that Jess Brittain ruined Skins. Despite her soullessness I am giving Emily and Effy their happy endings while at the same time remaining faithful to the new season because the thought of Emily visiting Effy in prison just didn't leave my mind for hours after I watched part 2 of Fire. It may not be an immediate bit of happy, but it will be worth the read, loves. 3 Thank you, everyone who commented on chapter one. It really means a lot. Keep reading and I'll keep writing! XOXO- Gwen
Effy stared disparagingly at the imitation-Bakelite tray in front of her; the pureed vegetable matter that they said was corn, the shoe sole that they swore was a piece of beef, the tasteless mashed potatoes and the tiniest brownie square that she had ever seen. It was disgusting, but it was barely food, and as she reached for the brownie, the only item that she'd deemed acceptable looking, she felt somebody tap her shoulder. The brunette bit her lip and looked up at the ginger girl, trying to keep her expression nonplussed.
"Yes, Lila?" she asked, her tone of voice carefully neutral. Lila had been Effy's cellmate for her first week in prison, but had gotten herself a trip in solitary for a few days and in that time another girl had come along. That was how it went- if you were in solitary for more than twenty-four hours you ran the risk of being "relocated" to another cell after you got out. Effy had personally never been.
"Hello babes! I was wondering if you'd forgotten about our little deal." Lila said with a wide grin that screamed I'm fucking mental and I will stab you in the neck. But you won't die because I'm not smart enough to know where any major arteries are. Okay, so maybe Effy had added that last part in her head, but it was entertaining and she had to hold on to whatever entertainment she could get in this dismal place. The redhead gestured to the brownie that Effy's fingers were mere centimeters away from touching. Effy sighed.
"Come on, doll!" the blonde had noticed her hesitation. Shit! Effy thought to herself as Lila slowly bent down until her mouth was close to her the brunette's ear. Effy winced when she whispered, breath warm against her flesh but cold in tone.
"Wouldn't want to fuck up that pretty face even more, yeah?" she asked, a small chuckle escaping her. Lila ran one finger lightly down the healing wound on Effy's cheek, and Effy felt that familiar rage rise up inside of her, the cold, calculated Stonem genes taking hold of her for a few moments. Without a second thought, Effy turned her face to meet Lila's and brought her lips squarely upon the other girl's in a passionate kiss. If it worked on men, Effy reasoned, it was bound to work on a woman who's been incarcerated with nothing but other women for nearly three years. She was faintly surprised when Lila pulled away, a strangled "What the fuck you bloody lezzer bitch?" escaping from her throat in a rush. Effy just looked at her, grinning.
"Come on, babes, can't say you didn't like that, yeah?" a few of Lila's crew were staring, now, and Effy could feel their eyes boring holes into her as they tried to figure out what was going on. It was obvious, what Effy was trying to do. Unfortunately for her, Lila Macintosh wasn't exactly the easiest person to snare. Even with the Stonem genes on her side, as Lila's eyes narrowed she realized that she was going to have to up find another plan, and as Lila's fist met her face, Effy's last thought, before falling out of her seat and landing on the hard tile of the cafeteria floor, was that at least this meant Lila might get some more time in solitary. She would be able to eat dessert in peace for a few days, at least, and that was something to look forward to.
When Effy came to in the hospital wing, the nurses did a few tests to make sure she wasn't concussed and sent her back to her cell. She'd missed what she'd begun to call "playtime," when all of the women were allowed an hour outside in the yard, fenced in like cattle. Effy had never played very well with other women, and so she had chosen to either sit in the corner of the yard and read on good days, and sit in the library and read on bad days.
She got back to her cell and glanced at her cellmate, Marisol. The chubby blonde, who sometimes reminded her of Panda, sat on the edge of her bed, eyes wide.
"I can't believe you fucking snogged Lila. Effy, you're crazy." She said, and her voice was so full of wonder that Effy had to let one of her curious half-smiles slip for a moment.
"Slightly." She agreed, laughing slightly as she plopped down onto her own bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling. For just a moment, when she'd carelessly kissed Lila, she'd felt like her old self again. Reckless, impulsive, intense, all good words to describe what she had done. When was the last time she'd behaved like that? Oh yes, when she'd decided that shagging her boss and obtaining illegal information was a good idea. Effy sighed. Just another glorious fucking day in incarceration.