Allie was lying in her bed crying. Clutching the red blanket she felt heavy sadness pressing on her chest. She knew that Kaz meant it in a good way but her words still stung. „I´m sure Bea would want you to get on with your life." Of course, Bea would want that but Allie didn´t and she felt guilty for that. The first weeks after Bea died were hard. The pain was unbearable, it was making her crazy and numb at the same time. So many things happened since then. She fought hard to get her revenge, helped Franky escape and new girls came. Times were wild and insane.

It all changed for Allie at the moment when Stewart confirmed for her that the Freak is dead. Her revenge was done and Allie could finally calm down and take all in. She felt little better. She could sleep more at night and eat more. A lot helped that her relationship with Kaz was on the right track again. So, yes, it was all getting better until that comment which got stuck in her head.

She should move on. Everyone said that but it´s much more easy to say then done. Emptiness in her soul was in some fucked up way reminder of the woman who used to occupy that place before. Pain, sadness and that empty hole in her heart were the last pieces of Bea Smith she got left and Allie was not willing to give that up. Kaz´s comment made her feel like she was betraying the redhead and that spoiled again her days.

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Two weeks passed since Kaz said that crazy thing about her and the new girl and Allie felt still bad. She had no clue why Kaz thought she had a thing for the young girl as it was not true at all. Actually, lately, Allie did everything in her power to stay away from her. The girl is a bad news, that was clear. Allie decided to stay away from her and just let her sister cope with her shit.

There was a quick sharp knock on her door which startled her but before she could react the door opened.

- Hey, blondie!

- No, fucking way! – Allie said jumping from the bed and instantly enveloping Franky Doyle in a hug. – Fuck sake, Franky! I was hoping that you will escape from the hospital.

Franky hugged the blonde smiling.

- Haven´t been in a hospital. They kept me at Barnhurst, had cuffs on even during the surgery. – she joked. Allie stepped back and eased her embrace.

- Are you alright? Was I hugging you too tight?

- No, I´m good, no worries. – Franky replied while moving to the bed and sitting down. She tapped the spot next to her. – Come on, we have to catch up.

Allie smiled, it was nice having Franky back – yes, it was bad on so many levels – but at the moment she was glad.

- Sure we have! – she sat down next to her. – What the fuck happened?!

- I could ask you the same! What the fuck Allie a letter?

Allie froze for a bit. Oh, fuck! She forgot about that. Franky had no clue what happened the night of the escape.

- So, you want to start from there?

Franky nodded as she shifted on the bed trying to find a comfortable spot. Her shoulder was healing nicely but still sore like hell.

- To keep it short. Stewart caught me and the only option was to tell him about the plan and push him a bit. We had a common goal. – Allie took a deep breath. – We both wanted to get rid of the Freak. So, we made a deal.

- What are you saying? – Franky asked with confused low voice. Her eyes were roaming intently over Allie´s face. The blonde looked at the young brunette next to her and smiled.

- Fergusson is dead. Stewart killed her, she is not on the run.

Franky Doyle is not the type who can be easily surprised or shocked especially after the last two weeks events but now she was both. She has never seen this coming.

- Are you sure?

Allie nodded.

- Yes, Stewart told me that. It´s over, the bitch is dead.

Franky was a little bit confused, thinking about what this means for her but soon enough the worries faded and she started smiling. Whatever it means for her, in the long run, this is a good news. A lot of problems are solved by getting rid of the source.

- What about you? How in the hell did you screw up so badly! I was hoping to never see you again.

- Thanks, blondie! I know you have missed me!

- Missed you my ass! Would be happier not seeing you again – like ever!

Franky tossed her right arm around Allie´s neck and pulled her close kissing her head.

- You will change your mind quickly. – she said smiling. – I have a bunch of great news. One of them being that I managed to convince Iman´s psychologist to testify on my behalf and there is some paper trail too, so if all goes well I can prove my innocence.

- I´m not sure how it goes according to the law but you will get time for the escape I bet.

- We will see how it turns out. – she let go of the blonde and shifted so she could sit in front of her. – With the shit what will go on here soon I can safely say never wanted to be more in Wentworth then I do now anyway.

Allie was confused. Franky looked happy, too happy and she was making no sense.

- Are you high or what?

- I got shot.

Allie knew that she saw it on tv and she was sure that getting shot is not a reason to be happy. Franky saw her confusion so she quickly continued before the blonde could voice all those questions running through her head.

- When they caught me, they took me to Barnhurst instead of a common hospital.

Allie´s face lit up after finally getting Franky´s words.

- Have you seen Maxine?

Franky smiled.

- Yes, I have.

Allie instantly matched her smile. She was about to get some news about her good friend. Someone very dear to her, someone connecting her to Bea.

- How is she? – she asked.

- She is good. Chemo is working, she looks good.

Allie let out a relieved smile. Finally some really good news.

- Maxine is good, she is actually very good. You know her, she is nice and all. So, she is helping others.

Allie rolled her eyes.

- Of course, she does! Getting chemo and instead of focusing on getting better she is helping others. Why I´m not surprised.

- Yeah, typical Maxi. – Franky said smiling, remembering how her old friend appeared by her side after her surgery. – So, she is helping people there and she has managed to take me to her favorite patient. It was not easy as she is in a special part of the building. But you won´t believe what strings some people can pull. – She took Allie´s hand into hers and squeezed it. – And I´m not talking about Maxine. – she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of folded paper. She placed it into Allie´s hand. – Open it. – she said.

Allie took the paper and suddenly her heart started racing for no reason. Her fingers quickly worked on the smooth white surface and soon enough she spotted black graffiti lines drawn by a pencil. Opening it to full A4 length her breath stilled as her eyes fall on the full drawing. She quickly glanced at Franky before focusing back on the picture. She was looking at it intently for barely a minute but it felt much longer.

- How? – she whispered in a low voice. Her eyes not leaving the picture of two seahorses with linked tails in her shaking hands. „What does this mean?" – she thought. „Who could draw this?" It looked like Bea´s work. After looking at other works from her for so long Allie knew very well how the redhead draw. But from where Franky got this picture. Oh, of course, suddenly it came to her.

- Maxine had this? – she was confused, why her friend kept this away from her? She lifted her eyes finally looking at the brunette in front of her.

- No, it is not from Maxine. – Franky said as their eyes locked. Allie saw the tears glistening in the other woman´s orbs and her throat tightened. Feeling the tears swell in her eyes too she waved with the paper.

- What does this mean? – she asked with trembling voice. Franky smiled and leaned close to the blonde so she could whisper in her ear.

- It means that your seahorse will be back soon. She says that you have to hold on and be strong for a little while. – Franky pulled back and looked at the crying blonde. – She said that she loves you very much but I told her that she should tell you that herself so forget that I said anything. – the brunette joked and Allie chuckled.

- But how? What happened?

Franky glanced towards the door and started explaining in a low voice.

- Obviously, she survived the attack. She is a tough bitch, you know that not even seventeen stab wounds can kill her. Red, is tough as fuck! – Franky had to force herself to be quiet as her excitement almost got the better of her. – They took her to Barnhurst and she is under witness protection. She has a bunch of good lawyers and prosecutors who work with her. She is talking as she said she is lagging big time in exchange for favors. Like getting Maxine there and to let them be together. She also has tabs on you, so be careful what you do. And if we are talking about stuff like this. I told her we kissed.

- You what?!

- Yeah, I had to, sorry. I couldn´t look at her, the guilt was eating me up and let be honest it did not matter so I came clean.

Allie felt her world crumbling again. What the fuck!

- What did she say?

- Nothing. – Franky smirked. – She slapped me – twice. And she said we are not done that she will bring it up when she is back and stronger. But I can assure you those slaps were hard enough. She will be here in no time.

Allie grinned and then sobbed. Throwing her arms around Franky she hugged her hard as she cried. It took her good five minutes to calm down. Pulling back from the brunette she leaned back and took the paper in her hands. Slowly running her finger over the drawing she imagined the only person she ever loved sitting over it as the pencil slid across the white sheet. Bea is alive. Bea is alive and she will be back. She will be back soon.