Challenge: Prison Fic
Title: Emotionless
Author: Lele
Rating: R to NC-17

Summary: I give nothing away except that this is extremely AU and I have no idea what prison life is like.

Dedications: To ABC so reviewing and making my day, even though your countdown gives me nightmares.

Disclaimers: Oh the things I'd do if I owned them

A/N: I really have no idea what real prison life it like and I would have done more research but since doing this was a last minute thing I'm just taking what little info I know and working it the way I need it to be. I welcome any comments on anything I am wrong about as well as positive reinforcement.

Emotionless: Chapter 4

Silence. Five days, one hundred minutes, and seventy-two thousand seconds of silence. Most days I can barely get B to look at me and on rare occasions I wish she'd look away because it's like she is looking right through me. The harder I try, the more aggressive I get the more closed up she becomes. It really pisses me off that I put in all this effort and she just sits there and ignores me. I'm trying to be really nice and I know she is the cause of my nightmares so why the fuck does she get to be super bitch to me.

Okay so maybe it was wrong of me to push her against the wall yesterday to get her to talk to me. I figured if I held her there and forced her to really look at me then maybe I could really break though what ever bullshit she was putting up. In the big scheme of things it was a bad idea. Immediately I was able to read her body language and for once she didn't seem dead; instead I could tell the slayer in her was about to take control because the human in her was terrified and in escape mode.

Once I saw the fear I was about to back up but B has always been slightly fast and stronger than me. Instantly my face was pressed into the cement wall and my arm was twisted so bad I thought it was going to come out of the socket. The pain I felt in the moment would have caused any normal person to pass out but she knew I could take it; the two of us have been through worse. Hell we've done worse to each other. What I'm sure was just a few minutes seemed like hours of silence and pain. When she seemed to believe I got the message not to touch she pushed away from me and went to bed.

As she pretended to sleep soundly I sat against the wall and just stared at her bunk. The old me would be furious but all I want to do it take care of her. I want to know why she waits for me to sleep before she does. I want to know what those dreams are really about. Does she have them too? Are they from the Powers That Be? Why was her heart beating as fast as mine when she was pressed against me? Did the feel of my body against hers affect her the same way it affects me? I knew without Buffy speaking to me these questions would stay unanswered and until she talks all I can do is think and smoke. Five days, one hundred minutes, and seventy-two thousand seconds of silence has caused me to run through me smokes and Twinkies pretty fast.

All in all last night sucked pretty badly. At the moment I'm not having a blast either. Today B and I are put on laundry room duty. As much as I believe that redemption is about giving back I don't believe it involves cleaning someone else's nasty ass panties. Seriously this is prison, we don't get to do much, but these fucking chicks just stank up their clothes like their odor is some kind of fucking perfume, bitches. Okay so maybe I am just bitter because there are only two other people helping me, Buffy who is working as far from me as possible and Millar who keeps eyeing B as much as possible.

"Hey Millar, how about you do your fucking work and instead of staring at blondie every five seconds?" The glare I get from her would scare most the women locked up here but she knows I couldn't give two shits.

"Sorry Lehane but your new cellmate is pretty hot and I can't stop myself from thinking about all the things I'm going to do to her once I make her my bitch." The venom in her voice let's me know her words are true but her thoughts are nothing sexual. Instinctively I want to smash her face in for thinking she should ever be allowed to touch Buffy, but I know better. If I was to act in Buffy's defense it would look as though we were together and once that got out people would no longer see us as two strong individuals but as a threat. Until things get better between her and I it's not safe for either of us to be thought of as a unit, so I'll let Millar's words go, for now.

"Too bad it looks like Summers doesn't seem that interested. I guess that means another night of humping your mattress." Through out the entire shit talk Millar and I had going B hadn't stopped once in her duty and I could to tell that was pissing bitch face off. Everywhere Millar goes she grabs the attention of those around her. Whether in fear or disgust people pay attention to her. Even I watch her when she comes my way, one can never be to cautious around slime like her, but Buffy is always in her own world. People like Millar don't appreciate it when your world lacks their presences.

Going back to my work I stop focusing on those around me and more so on what needs to be done. If stupid bitch face wasn't her then we could go at slayer speed and probably get to the rec room before dinner, but of course the fat bitch has to slow us down like the anchor she is. After a few minutes of doing my own thing I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear someone moving overly quiet. If it wasn't for slayer hearing I would most likely have not heard the slow foot steps and low breathing. Since I don't feel anything coming in my direction I look out of the corner of my eye.

Closer than I thought she would get I see Millar within a foot of B. Swinging her arm out I see something shiny held in her grasp. Quickly I turn about to scream out to Buffy to watch her back but my words are stuck in my thought as Buffy whipping around B grabs Millar's out stretched out hand and wraps her other hand around the convicts neck. Lifting the felon of off the ground she runs and slams Millar into the wall closest to them. Even from across the room I can see the impact has knock Millar unconscious. With the girl lying limp in her hands I expected Buffy to drop her but instead I see the slayer's hand tightens around Millar's neck.

Just as quickly as Buffy reacted to Millar I move toward her. Even though I doubt anyone would miss the woman in her hands I can't let this continue. When I wrap my hand around the one Buffy has around Millar's neck I brace myself for any fury that may come my way. When she doesn't respond to me I move my body a little closer to her.

"B, Buffy you need to let her go." Though Buffy didn't look at me I felt her hand loosen a bit around convict's throat. "Please." The begging in my voice got B's attention. When she looked at me this time it's like it's the first time she is actually seeing me in the last five days. This time I don't see dead eyes but recognition, pain, and sadness.

"Death is my gift." Her eyes are full of tears and she releases her hold on the neck. Continuing to stare straight into my soul she lifts her other hand with the fucking shiv Millar tried to attack her with and cuts into her own arm. For a second I'm shocked but B continues to stare at me as she finally lets go of the unconscious slayer. "The door." Is all she says to me and I get it.

"Help!" I yell as I walk over and pound on the door to the laundry room. When the door opens I see Hendrix run in with that bitch Anderson close behind.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Anderson yells in my face.

"I heard someone yell out and when I looked up I saw Millar had cuts Summers arm. Before she was able to do worse Summers knocked her out." Looking over in B's direction I see Hendrix's leaning over a passed out Millar seeing the blood covered shiv grasped tightly in her hand.

"Alright Lehane go back to your cell. Anderson call the infirmary and have them bring someone over to pick up Millar. I'll bring Summers myself and then we'll figure out what to do from there." Anderson looked pissed as the three of us were leaving but surprisingly she didn't say a word. Once I got outside I took one more glance at B and saw Hendrix looking between the two of us. "I know there is more to the story than this but I won't push it. I know Millar and I'm sure your version is pretty close to the truth. You are lucky that I got promoted Lehane, otherwise Anderson would have tried to make this into something bigger than it was."

Knowing she was promoted makes Anderson's silent obedience understandable and enjoyable. However when she basically called out B and I for what went down in there makes me uneasy. "Millar attacked Summers, Summers protected herself, end of story."

"Like I said, I don't care what your story is because I'm sure it's close to the truth. I do doubt however, that her life was in danger against Millar in there." She said to me as I began to talk back to my cell. "Oh and Lehane you can stop all that Summers talk, if you want to call her Buffy go right ahead." Although the guards call us by our last names all the time it is normal for us to speak about other prisoners we have connections to by first name. As worrisome as it is to have her believe I am close enough to B to call her something other than Summers how does she know I'd call her Buffy. B's first name is Elizabeth and thoughts all the guards she know.

As B and I look at her with surprised gazes Hendrix just smiled a knowing smirk and toward to bring B to the infirmary to get her already healing arm looked at. "Oh and Lehane," Hendrix once again stopped me in my tracks and walked over to me "Angel says hi." She whispers, even though I know Buffy heard her as she places something in my hand. As the two of them walk away with B staring intently at Hendrix, I look down and see an envelope clutched in my grasp with my name on it.

Turning quickly I sprint as fast as I can without causing suspicion to the people around me and haul ass to my cell. Once inside I climb into my bunk and tear open the letter scanning it over once quickly and then reading it slowly two than three more times just trying to wrap my head around what it says. "Fuck."