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 everyone who ever reviewed or commented on my story thank you, you're words, both positive and negative, made this story what it is.

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

A/N: So this is the last chapter. I am not going to say anything else but there will be a quick author's note and the end of this chapter.

Emotionless: Chapter 9

The last two days could possibly be the best days of my life. Well it wasn't so much as what happened in the day but what goes on after lights out and early in the morning before the day begins. Slowly but surely I feel B again, all over me, in a slayer sense. Now when she is scheduled to work a different job then me I am less upset about it because all I have to do is relax my mind and body and instantly I feel her surrounding me.

When the connection seemed to turn itself back on I was confused at first as to what is was. Feeling it again after all this time was really intense, especially having B so close to me at the time, and for a minute there I thought it was my hormones going crazy. Once I paused and realized I was not losing my mind trying to jump Buffy's body I knew it was her slayer talking to mine. Just like every other step I have taken with Buffy this felt really good. After so many years and mistakes I finally feel like I did when I first met B, happy, of course unlike then this time I am allowed to touch her when I want to so I guess the feeling is more like ecstatic.

Sitting on my bed Buffy is across from me, smiling. The day is almost over and instead of waiting for the cells to lock and the lights to go out, for her to climb down her and get in bed; we figured she should just sit here with me. The anticipation to have her back in my arms is more powerful than anything I have ever felt stalking a vampire. I always thought slaying would be the number one thing in my life, probably because it gave me a good reason to unleash all my pent up anger, but now that I have something good and positive in my life, slaying has taken second place.

"Who did your tattoo?" Of all the things I thought B would say to me this is one question that was not on my list. Looking at the tribal symbol on my arm, I smirk thinking about all the times back in Sunnydale I caught her staring at it. "Not that one," She says before I answer her. "the one on your shoulder."

I thought about not answering. I thought about acting as though it did not exist. I thought about the fact she has seen me naked in the shower and so those other option probably would not work. With all the improvements we have made in this insane, intense relationship not once has either of us brought up the dream we shared. Well of course we've talked about what happened to her but not the fun beginning of the dream. "One of Garcia's girls did it for me in my first month here."

"Why?" She asked in a desperate manner that showed her need to know.

"There are a lot of reasons why B. I mean you are a big reason on why I am in this place." The hurt look on her face let me know she took it that wrong way. "Okay I am in here because of me and what I did but you are the one that suggested jail when you were fighting with Angel. I was really fucked up at the time and I thought just hanging out with him would make things easier but when you showed up and told me I made you a victim, I knew I couldn't keep running."

"But why B, why me?"

"I hurt a lot of people in my life. I've been hurt by a lot of people in my life. Yet, at the end of the day, you are the only one that matters. I want to be better so I can prove to you I am not what you think I am. Once I do that I figured I could start making up all the shit I put you through." Looking down at my hands I find myself terrified at being so raw with her. "Regrets are meaningless in the long run, ever since I came here I have been working on me, not what I've done that landed me here, but like always you are the exception to the rule. You matter, and if I have to spend forever making it all up to you I will."

"Nobody's perfect." She says it as if that explains me fucking with her life. "I know most people think I think I am perfect but nobody's perfect. I got it, back then, when we first met. You were hurt and young and you made my life complicated, even before you started fucking with me those around me." I am eased by the smirk she gives me. "The minute you took that stake from my hand I knew what you were and the second we locked eyes I never wanted to be anywhere else but beside you. You were the right person at the worst possible time. You still matter and you are my regret."

Honesty is a bitch. Knowing we were on the same page at the same time but still let shit blow up in our faces sucks. I feel so fucking lost. On the one hand I get why she was the way she was but on the other if she was feeling it too then why did she always pick others over me. "I love you." Yeah I totally meant to say something angrier and less overwhelming true than that.

"I love you too." Well since I am getting that response I am pretty okay with what I just said. Smiling stupidly at each other I can not wait for lights out to come. Night we crossed a line and there is no going back, things are going to be so good between us now.

"Come here." I said because I really can not wait for lights out. When she did not respond in moved a little bit closer to her and urged her on again. "Come here."

"What if someone sees us?" She knew if we got caught there would be a chance we would be separated but in that moment I needed to touch her. If someone saw us we would deal with it then but in this moment I just needed to feel her. When I again moved a smidge closer she started to meet me half way there. Grasping her hands in mine I intertwined our fingers and moved even closer to her, all I wanted was to seal our words with a kiss.

Just inches from each other's lips, I could feel her breathe on my face, we heard it. The horn was loud and violated my ears. "What is that?" B yelled covering her ears. Before I could answer our attention was pulled toward our cell down which was slammed shut and locked. "What's going on?" B yelled again.

"It's lock down; I think someone is trying to escape." As soon as I said it we heard yelling and gun fire. All around us prisoners were looking outside or trying to look in the halls through their cell doors. Outside of our tiny window B and I could hear someone yelling on an intercom. More gun fire rang out and the voice kept scream for the person to put their hands up, I wanted to look outside but I didn't want to leave Buffy. I could tell the gun shots were freaking her out and bringing back some painful memories. "B," Before I could say anymore our cell down suddenly opens, and then slams shut. All over the floor the cell lights keep flickering.

Before anyone has the chance to even exhale a breathe all the cell doors but ours, open and all hell breaks loose. In an instant the halls are filled with prisoners and guards. "RIOT RIOT!!" The women scream while fights are braking out, shots are still being fired, and people charge the door. As panic increasingly fills the air, Buffy and I make eye contact. "We have to do something." She says going right into slayer mode. Right as we were about to brake open the cell door everything around us froze.

Simultaneously our breathing becomes deep and heavy as the air around us seems to electrify. Smoke and lightning suddenly appear out of nowhere in our cell blinding my vision. As soon as it came it just as quickly disappeared leaving a figure in its wake. "Red!?" "Willow?!" We yell at the same time but unlike B as soon as I speak I am some how slammed into the wall beside me.

Lying on the floor in pain I take a moment to look over the figure in front of me. Black hair, black clothes, black fucking eyes, and scary black veins; yup, I'm fucked. Coming to my side Buffy helps me stand up. "Willow, what happened?" Buffy asks putting herself slightly in front of my body.

"Tara's dead." She says while glaring over Buffy's shoulder in my direction. In just about any other setting I would have sarcastically reminded her that I have been locked up the entire time but even I'm smart enough to figure out that I should enjoy my right to remain silent.

"I know honey." Buffy says gently as she slow moves toward the wicked witch of the west.

"We're leaving." Dark Willow states walking up to Buffy and grabbing her arm.

"What?!" We both say at the same time and once again I am reacquainted with the wall.

"Warren has to pay." She speaks with hate in her voice.

"I know and he will." Buffy says trying to pull her hand out of Willow's grasp. "Right now, I'm stuck in here and I don't think you should be going after anyone until you've calmed down."

"We're leaving," Willow said once again in a stern voice "we're leaving and no one will ever remember you were here."

"What?"

And then they were gone. They were gone and I woke up screaming, alone in my cell. All around me people woke in confusion, whispers of crazy dreams spread through the prison but only my dream held the blonde with green eyes. Just like the others I began to believe it really was just a dream. Buffy being in jail, Buffy loving me back; of course it was all a dream, it wouldn't make sense otherwise, at least that's what I thought, until I kept dreaming of her.

This dream Buffy wasn't just some object I picture to keep me warm at night. My new dream B spent most dreams just talking to me, telling me what was going on out there and how things continued to go to hell when she left me. She told me how she wanted to visit me but to see me in here and not with her out there was too much. For two months we shared our dreams every night until one day she didn't show up. One day turned into a week and as much as I wanted to track her down I become distracted myself.

Once again Angel had lost his soul but luckily my blonde slayer had nothing to do with it. Since I owed the guy for helping me so much I decided to go help him out. All my kindness got me was an ass whipping, two scars on my neck and a near death experience, and all in all I had fun. Apparently Red found a way to get back to being Red and she swooped in to save the day. Now I'm stuck in a car with her as she babbles on and on again about how she was in a bed place last time we saw each other, I think it's her half ass attempt apologizes.

I'm pretty sure she is really trying but all I'm trying to do is tune her ass out. Soon we will be back in Sunnyhell facing the latest big bad which sounds pretty fucking bad. It all sounds pretty bad but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Very soon I will be back in B's arms and side by side we are going to kick this evil's ass.

FIN.

A/N: Okay so it's not happy bunnies and kittens but honestly I planned the ending to be much darker and wicked unhappy. I don't know if it was the wedding last weekend that changed my mind or that I just wanted to make you all happy because your reviews have made me very happy. Seriously this has been a lot of fun and I thank you guys for enjoying it with me.