Author's Note: This is where the plot actually gets moving. Also, detka means baby in Russian, according to Google translate. And thanks to hollyhalebnichorelloregelolove for the plot suggestion! Soundtrack: playlist?list=PLtJcZcvt9JqnqjE-CbPnUETegWxJYRxjO

WARNING: This chapter contains non-graphic mentions of sex between a prisoner and guard.


Nicky stares at the ceiling, contemplating. She knows it's a bad idea. She doesn't care. With a few favors under her metaphorical belt, and sucking off more COs than she was originally planning, she has the information she needs.

She sits at the visitation table, debating sprinting out. This will hurt Lorna badly. She knows this. She still sits. Whether this is more for Lorna to have a healthy relationship, or for herself to get revenge, she doesn't know.

A short man with dark hair and stubble walks into the room, scanning it for his wife. Nicky waves him over. He confusedly goes to her table.

"You Vince?"

"Yeah. Why? Is Lorna ok?" He questions, unsure what's going on.

"As ok as she always is. I'm Nicky. Lorna's ex. We need to talk," Nicky states with a half-smirk at his shocked expression.

Nicky tells him everything. All of Lorna's secrets that she can in the hour they have. The fact that she's bi and in denial about it. That she has psychosis. Even little ones, such as her gallbladder surgery. She tells him that Lorna's first kiss was with a girl in Bible study. She tells him that Lorna can put away more food in one session than anyone Nicky's ever seen, including Boo.

She talks about Christopher, and what really happened. About Lorna stealing the van. She talks about Lorna staying closeted and not getting help for her mental health sooner, because of her parents. That Lorna has some weird-ish sexual kinks, but nothing horrible. And that her favorite animal is a pygmy rabbit (which Nicky didn't believe were real until Lorna taught her about them).

She sits back when she finishes, staring at the man across from her. He's baffled. About all of it.

He just stares at her. But it's ok, since the COs are saying that visitation is over. Nicky gets up and walks out, not bothering to check if Vince is doing the same.

She feels something within her. A little seed of negativity toward Lorna. Not just sadness and betrayal, but cruelty. She swallows, and shakes it off. As upset as she is, she won't hurt Lorna. She can't. She goes to the greenhouse, finding Red in the garden.

"Mommy," Nicky whimpers, tears leaving her eyes.

Red turns, to see her daughter crying for her. She wraps her arms around the shaking girl. "Oh, detka, what's happened?"

"I d-did something b-bad…"

Nicky stammers out what happened. She feels Red's grip on her tighten. Feels Red's words of reassurance and comfort. She sobs into Red for several minutes, her mother's hold never faltering.

Eventually time for count begins to approach. Nicky breaks the embrace, murmuring an excuse about dropping off her laundry before count. She doesn't look at what she knows must be Red's knowing and heartbroken face. She knows that Red's intimidated the inmate dealers into not selling to her, but she can't do anything about the guards.

Nicky jogs back to her cube, not long after sucking some CO's dick. She's disgusted with that and herself. She doesn't have a problem with having sex with dicks, it's the guard part she's upset about. Women come in all shapes and sizes, and not all of them are cis. Nicky celebrates this fact. She considers herself a lesbian, not a vagina-sexual.

Her thoughts drift back to the baggie in her pocket. Her veins ache, and her head is pounding. She just has to make it through count, and then she can go shoot up in peace. She stands outside her cube, heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come later that night.

Her eyes wander, agitatedly, before accidentally landing on the one person she was hoping they wouldn't. She feels Lorna's dark brown eyes on her face. She stares at the floor as the CO counts them all.

She quickly stuffs the baggie in her cheek once the CO is gone, and gets dressed for bed. She will wait 30 minutes, before asking to use the bathroom. It's a plan that always works, (un)fortunately. She tosses and turns, wondering what will happen next.