Do not own Orange Is The New Black or any of the characters.

I found that most post-finale stories don't really give Pennsatucky a voice. I found her to be one of the most interesting characters on the show. So don't mind me if I give her one in here. I had fun writing her. Let me know how I did.

Enjoy!


Alex hadn't meant to break down but she couldn't seem to stop her self. The flood gates had been opened.

It had started when her and Nicky had been playing Scrabble in the wreck room. They had been minding their own business. Nicky had just played the word, Pussy, which had made Alex laugh. She had never really been a fan of the game before. But she now found it to be a good distraction from Piper.

Nicky was doing her best to distract her and keep her spirits up. And so far it had been working for the most part. Piper was still the first thing that she thought of as she woke up and the last thing before she fell asleep. However, the days were less painful then the nights. When she wasn't alone with just her thoughts to keep her company. When her body craved for Piper's warmth beside her. Her little spoon.

However, their moment of fun had been cut short when Pennsatucky came trotting into the room with her misfits of followers behind her. There was a smug look plastered on the petit hillbilly's face. Pennsatucky hadn't been at Litchfield for more then a couple of days and she already though she ran the place, again. Not even a minute after arriving back, Pennsatucky had been flashing her new pearly white teeth as she back lashed at Piper, knowing full well that the blonde wasn't there to defend herself.

Alex's eyes narrowed as she watched as the Jesus worshipper and her crew took a seat a the table just a few feet from where her and Nicky sat. Her hands were clenched into sudden fists. Her body was pulsing with tension. "Easy Vause," whispered Nicky as she reach across the table to open Alex's right hand, which was crushing three cardboard letter tiles. "Big Boo would never forgive you if you ruined the set of letters."

Alex looked dumbfounded at Nicky for a second, mumbling an apology before turning her attention once again onto Pennsatucky's crew. She hadn't noticed the tiles in her hand. But she didn't really give a fuck about the cardboard tiles. She was more interested in the conversation going on at the next table over.

"Tell us how you saw God," piped up one of the followers. Everyone nodded their head in agreement as they looked up at Doggett with admiration in their eyes. It wasn't the first time she was telling the story. Everyone had already heard it, each verison more outraged then the last. Alex had already heard the story five times, each one a different version then the one before. It made her blood boil to hear it each time. And she knew that this time wouldn't be any different.

"Well, it all started when Jesus himself chose me to be the angel at the Christmas pageant. Me and God have always had a close relationship. But it wasn't until I put on that white dress, I really felt what my true purpose was. What Jesus had wanted me to do all along," began to preach Pennsatucky to the group, who were hanging on her ever word. "He had been telling me for months, but it wasn't until that night. I fully realized, that I was to kill Chapman. See, Jesus sends us all sorts of demons and such to test our loyalty and to punish us for our sins. And that's what Chapman was. My demon. She had disrespected me. She disrespected God! And she had to die! Like David and Goliath. God, himself was sending me into battle, like David to kill Chapman, Goliath. But I couldn't just do it right away, see. Jesus made me work for it. Chapman like the devil, had her ways of escaping death. She is a trickster. A fucking lesbian, sinning, sneaky, bitch trickster!"

It took all of Alex's strength not to jump out of her seat and knock the living daylights out of Pennsatucky then and there. She had always hated the little religion freak from day 1. But she was really starting to loath her even more then she though possible. Alex would had usually stayed out of it. It wasn't her business. But this time it was. She hated how she talked about Piper. She hated how the little twerp walked around the prison like she owned the place and thought she was so high and mighty with God. If there was a real God, Alex was sure he wouldn't be wasting his time with a low life like Pennsatucky.

"So when I was on stage as the Christmas Angel, I saw my chance. The lesbian had been sneaky out. Probably goin' to go have some lesbian sex. I just knew in that moment that this was the time that Jesus had been preparing me for. I followed Chapman to outside in the grounds," continued to explain the meth addict with intensity as she set the mood, " It was finally when I got to face my Goliath. I could feel God Strength within me, beating in my chest! Filling my lungs! He was there for every step I took!" Pennsatucky was now standing on top of a chair, as she preached for all to hear her. Her accent was strong as she continued to explain how she confronted Piper with God by her side. How she explained to the blonde that she needed to die. "I told that College she wasn't worthy of God's love! That she ain't worthy of nobody's love!"

There was a murmurs of cries in agreement from the crew around her.

"I almost had her. I was so close. I had her cornered like an animal. I had stabbed her in the wrist with my cross. I was so close to doing it again but in the heart. I wanted that bitch to rot in hell! But God had faded from me! Chapman attacked me then and there! She came down on me like the devil himself! sucking my soul from me! However, the Lord was not lost! He had found Taylor again! He had spoken to her that night too! Telling her to bring Chapman down and she had. Taylor had God with her when she took that screwdriver and stabbed Chapman," Pennsatucky dramatically tapped at her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. She took a long pause before continuing on.

"I saw the light! I saw the bright light of Jesus Christ that night! He came to me again. This time in the flesh. He sat at the edge of my hospital bed. He was dressed in all white. His eyes shined with love for me. "Jesus," I spoke to him. "Yes, Tiffany, it is I!" spoke the Lord back to me!"

"Are you believing this bullshit, Vause?" asked Nicky leaning forward in her seat, elbows resting on the table. The Scrabble game was now forgotten.

"Not one fucking word!" spat Alex, her eyes continuing to gaze over at the Meth head crew. Pennsatucky was done telling her story and was now leading a pray for Taylor and her bravery and Chapman's soul. Piper didn't need these meth heads praying for her soul, thought Alex bitterly to herself. Piper was way better then all of them. She didn't need their pity.

She felt the hot tears sting her eyes the moment Piper resurfaced in her mind. They were a mixture of anger and sorrow.

She hated the way Pennsatucky was talking about Piper like she was some evil devil that needed to be taken down. Yes, Piper was a self- centered bitch at times. But she is her self-centered bitch or was , reminded Alex to herself. She had been hers. But not anymore. She was that loser, Larry's now. And she wished them a happy life together. Piper was too much to handle for her. She'd had enough of the blonde.

However, it still never went away. The hole that Piper had left in her heart. No matter how hard Alex tried to close it off and not to think about her. It still remained open and bleeding. She couldn't get away. There was no fucking way out it seemed from her love of Piper Chapman. She thought this would be easier now with not having to see the blonde everyday. But it wasn't. It fucking wasn't.

On the one hand, it was even harder to move on with the blonde not there. How could she move on when she knew that Piper was suffering in SHU? She knew exactly where Piper was and she didn't like it one bit.

Suddenly standing up from her seat, she stormed out of the wreck room before she could do something to Pennsatucky's new face. She didn't know where she was going as she looked down the hallway for a moment before turning suddenly on her heel and taking a sharp left. She was headed towards the library. She walked quickly into the room and ignored the glares from the other inmates at her sudden arrival. She quickly headed to her corner in the stacks. Taking a seat on the carpeted floor, she pushed her glasses on top of her head as she buried her face into her knees and finally allowed the tears to fall.

She cried over her broken heart.

She cried over Piper being locked away in SHU, while Pennsatucky got to walk around free, talking shit.

She cried out of rage and anger for not being able to do anything to the hillbilly.

She cried because she once again felt alone.

She cried because she still fucking loved Piper Chapman and she didn't love her back.

She cried because she couldn't seem to just move on.

She cried for acting like a pathetic baby. For losing control of herself and allowing for her emotions to overwhelm her.

A sudden thought then filled her mind that made her sob even harder into herself. She wished her mom was alive. She wished she could call her mom and talk about all this. Her mom had always been her rock in life. It'd just been her mom and her growing up and she had taught her to be confidence and to go after what she wanted in life. To not take bullshit. To take control and not to look back. Her mother was the reason why she was the person she was today.

She was biting down hard now on her lower lip, muffling her cries from the others to hear. She was crying over everything shitty that had ever happened in her life. From being teased in school for not having the name brand shoes that everyone else had. From realising she was gay for the first time. From meeting her father for the first time. From getting her heart broken by Piper the first time. From her mother dying and not being able to remember how their last conversation had gone. From going to prison. From falling in love with Piper Chapman again. To now. She cried over everything that had gone wrong in her lifetime.

And once she had started, she couldn't seem to stop herself. The floodgates had been opened. All the emotions she had let build up over the years came pouring out. Every thing she had tried to keep down, tried to forget about and ignore like it never happened to her, resurfaced.

Alex Vause, who always seemed to be in control, wasn't anymore.


"You know you aren't the first girl I ever kissed," whispered Piper in the darkened bedroom. They had just finished making love for the fourth time that night. It was the wee hours of the morning and they should have been going to sleep but neither wanted to. Alex was suppose to be catching a flight to Barcelona in five hours and she still had to pack. However, it didn't seem to matter. They both wanted to savour the little time they had left together.

"Oh really?" asked back Alex, a smile playing on her face, "Do tell."

"Lucy Martin," spoke Piper proudly. She wanted to make Alex jealous, just a little. Her blue eyes gleamed with mischief in the dark as she continued to look on at Alex's face. Both women were lying face to face in Piper's small bed.

"We were thirteen. I had met her at the over-night camp my mother had forced me to go to that summer. I'd been furious at her. See, I had to leave my first boyfriend, Paul behind. I was convinced that I was in love with the pimpled face boy. My mother had said I was too young to know what love was and she sent me away for the entire summer. I had thought my life was ruined. However, all the anger and angst had gone away in a few short hours after meeting Lucy. She had been so pretty. She was half Korean and half Scottish and I had thought she was a goddess. She had this really long black straight hair like Pocahontas." A hug grin was plastered on Piper's face as she thought back to her first girl crush. "I had been smitten." She admitted.

"Well, go on Pipes. What happened with Pocahontas?" Alex was intrigued by this story of Piper as a young teen.

"Well, after that first day at camp, she declared me her girlfriend and that was that! She had been the one to teach me how to not only kiss good but French kiss too. Before that, I had only kiss Paul twice and it had just been like a peck," explained Piper as she lifted a hand and gently caressed the side of Alex's face. "So next time we kiss, you should be thanking Lucy Martin!"

"Oh really!" chuckled Alex in her raspy voice. "Well, I think I can teach you a thing or two that Lucy can't!" Her voice was low and seductive now as she pulled Piper towards her.

Round five was about to begin.


Piper was pacing back and forth in the cell. An habit she had picked up while being locked up in the SHU.

She could pace for hours on end it seemed and not get tired of doing so. Not that she knew how much time was passing as she did so. She had no acknowledge of time or how long she had been down there. Minutes and days all blurred into one long, continuous stay.

She found that pacing helped clear her head. Sometimes she would think of nothing at all and other times she would think of everything under the sun from what was happening on Mad Men since she had last watched it to what was being served for dinner that night at the prison. Sometimes she would think about her life and the purpose of it. Others, she would think about Larry and what he was doing and if he knew she was down here. If he even really cared where she was? Sometimes she would allow herself to think about Polly and the baby. Being envious and angry towards her best friend for the life she got to have. Sometimes she would think about the other girls at the prison, Morello, Sophia, Red, Nicky... the list went on. She would wonder what they would be up to. And sometimes in a moment of weakness, she would think about Alex. Allowing herself to image those green eyes and dark hair. That raspy voice laughing softly in her ear.

However, it wouldn't last for long before her words came hurtling back at her. For her to get the fuck out and not come back. To stay the fuck away from her. That she was done.

It would be then that Piper stopped her pacing and allow all her emotions to boil to the surface. She would slump against the wall and cry. Sometimes scream. Sometimes cuss up a storm until she was blue in the face and couldn't breath anymore. Physical exhaustion would set in by that point and she would fall asleep. Until being a woken either by the delivering of food or the scream from another inmate.

It would be then she would rise to her feet and begin the cycle all over again. The pacing, the thinking, the feeling, the screaming, the sleeping...

Eating and shitting in between all of it.


Thanks for reading and please review good or bad!

Julie