AN: Hey guys! I'm back with a short Fic that I scribbled out after I watched Orange is the new Black! As you will probably tell if you read any further, this piece is pretty much set in an alternate version of the prison in the show with an OC leading. Lots of OUAT characters will appear throughout but will have their own spin. It has its usual bad language and TR for Violence but nothing too brutal. Anyway enjoy and let me know what you think :D ...

Four years, Eight months, Seventeen days. That's how long Amelia Cassidy's been an inmate at Coefield prison, the cesspool shit hole situated somewhere off the beaten track, in the blazing hot deserts of Texas. Its a far cry from what shes used to back in England; at least over there the sky actually had clouds..Shes seen it rain here once but it wasn't normal rain, hell no, a damn monsoon kicked in and flooded half of the cell blocks. She was forced to bunk with two other people for weeks until someone down in the capital gave a shit and sent a repair crew to fix the place. But that was over three years ago and things have changed dramatically for her.

The reason shes in this shit hole was due to lazy half assed policemen who mistook her for a bank robber rather than a tourist. Long story short, she shouldn't have picked up that ominous case of money, but she never thought for one second it was from a robbery. The English justice system had royally screwed her over as well. She was meant to head back to England for her trial but like all soft assed British politicians, they caved when an American senator demanded she be tried for crimes to the American people in America. So with no one but a bullshit, hillbilly attorney whispering in her ear to plea guilty, she ultimately had no choice in order to get her sentence reduced. She was meant to serve eight years, but with good behavior she could've been out in five, but that all changed a little over a year ago when she was jumped by some bitches in the library. She stayed out of trouble until then but she wasn't going to be beaten and made into somebodies bitch, especially not by some wannabe gangsters from straight outta Compton. Somehow though, through the hard fists and crunching bones, she got the advantage and almost beat the burliest one to death with Bon Appetite Book. She was sent to max for three weeks, the stinking hole driving her insane before they finally let her return to her cell block. Since then shes had two things, respect, or maybe its fear from the rest of the inmates, and another five years added to her sentence. When people say prison changes you, their not fucking wrong..

Amelia scratches through her white Nylon vest top, her stomach a little tender from exercise this morning. Ever since that fateful day, her life was made. Shes been keeping herself fit just encase someone does try jumping her again, maybe this time she can just knock them out instead of nearly bludgeoning them to death. But its weird, shes always protested violence, her mother had been the same, but the thing they both had in common was their temperament. Once she piques, she sees red and loses all control until its too late to actually think things through. But its not like she just goes around punching people that give her a dirty look, it takes quite a lot to piss her off to the point of insanity, and in here, shes had to reel in her temper dozens of times or risk ruining her life completely.

She sighs, the audible chatter from the bunks around her ignored as she stares at the grime covered ceiling above her bunk. When she first arrived, she was given a double bunk with her new roommate. Right from the get go she was pushed around and was forced onto the bottom more disgusting bunk, but luckily after her little incident a year ago, she found that if she wanted something, nine times out of ten she'd get it. So after almost no thought at all, she liberated this single bunk in the nice end of the prison from one of her attackers. The guards tried to make her go back to her original bunk but eventually, after she kept moving her stuff back and forth, they gave up and just let her have the unoccupied bed as not to cause an incident. Unfortunately she cant have the waiting room sized space to herself, a young brunette, Ruby, who kinda likes to dabble in smuggling illegal goods into the prison, occupies the bunk opposite. She doesn't mind the woman, Ruby's not much older than she is, twenty six, but the girl respects boundaries and keeps herself to herself when shes not running around with her pack mates. Speaking of which..

Amelia's roommate rushes into their little home, quickly crouching by her own bed, alert brown eyes glancing around before a hand quickly shoves a pack of cigarettes under the flat mattress. Ruby quickly rises, her top shifting up and revealing part of a wolf tattoo on her back before the white nylon is pulled back down. The girl smiles, brown eyes still a little alert but refocusing on a placid Amelia.."Hey Hyde, you heading outside before they call for head count?"

Hyde, that's what they've grown accustomed to calling her since her little episode.."Is Mal outside?"

Ruby shifts a little.."Yeah, but so's Emma and her crew."

Amelia groans, slipping on her dull and unbranded shoes and quickly ties her dark hair into a messy bun. Prison's more like TV than TV lets on, there are actually bitches in here, and some of the women have become like men to divide territory and other inmates. Its like street wars but in prison. At the moment shes content with what she has, peace, but the rules declare shes in charge of her previous predecessors territory, that means shes in charge of over a quarter of the prison, including the inmates. So far, minor fights and scraps have only required her attention but she thinks a storm is gusting in her direction. Shits gonna hit the fan soon and god help her temper when it does.

"Why the fuck didn't anyone get me sooner?!"

Ruby shy's back a bit, scratching her upper arm and quickly paces after a frustrated Amelia. They quickly charge down the beige covered halls, inmates paying no mind and continuing with their own business as Amelia, aka Hyde, storms through a set of double doors and steps out into the blazing sun. Her focus quickly darts to a growing crowd of people and she curses, almost setting off in a run toward the masses with Ruby close behind. Heightened voices grow louder, Amelia steeling herself for the battle ahead as she roughly pushes through to the middle of the angry circle. The voices stop, two women with blond hair, vicious scowls and clenched jaws refocus on her as Ruby hesitantly slips in behind with her own crew.

"What the fuck are you doing Mal?!"

The taller of the blonds, bright red lipstick, dark grey eyes and hair pinned in an expert bun bites her cheek. Mal's clearly older, shes never told anyone her exact age but insists that shes thirty every year. The woman's also considered a prison bitch, she was shacked up with one of the inmates Amelia nearly killed and since then, has never left her new wife's side, except of course to stir up trouble and to piss off other crews with her snippet of power. Mal's renown for it actually, but many just ignore her, but not when Emma is involved. The other blond, Emma, aka Swan, rarely backs down from a challenge and is renown for being a hothead. No doubt Swans easily bitten into Mal's cocky attitude and one of two things will happen, either Mal will get a punch to the nose forcing Amelia to interfere, or Amelia will manage to ease the tension, but by the look in Swans stormy green eyes, it doesn't suggest the latter.

"Well?!"

"Swan threatened to kick my ass so I reminded her exactly whose in charge."

Swan takes a threatening step into Mal's personal space and Amelia is quick to shove the woman back.."Back off Swan!"

The vicious looking blond sneers, green eyes burning as the woman's crew shuffles forward with a tall brunette standing over Swans shoulder. The woman's called Lily and shes been inside for six years on charges of double fraud and tax evasion. Shes Swans right hand and fuck buddy when it suits them, but Lily can be one hell of a scrapper in a fight. Amelia lours, her eyes darkening, her jaw and fists clenching as she waits for any sudden moves.

There's a pause, the small crowd waiting in anticipated silence before Swan scoffs, raising her middle finger at Mal and backs away.."Your not worth time in max you fucking slut!"

"Swan.." Amelia growls deeply, the threat blatant in the air but the blond shrugs her off before Emma and her crew head back over to the benches at the back of the yard. Amelia breathes heavily through her nostrils, her brow sweating as the crowd casually stroll away, mumbling and leaving her, Mal, Ruby and her pack in the hazing heat. Arms drape around Amelia's waist from behind, a tall body pushed up against her back as red lips press to her ear.

"See, Swan wouldn't dare, shes too scared to take you on honey."

Amelia growls, taring Mal's arms from her waist and shoving the woman back.."Your a fucking idiot Mal! You cant keep you fucking mouth shut can you?!"

Mal pouts, a grin tugging at red lips.."But if I did, how could I fuck you so hard your parents hear you scream all the way back in England?"

Amelia clenches her jaw.."Get inside! And if I see you hanging around Swan and her crew again, I'll let her bash that stupid fucking face in, got it?!"

Mal scowls.."Fuck you! You fucking pussy!"

The pouting woman storms off, Amelia raising her middle finger at the retreating blonds back before Mal disappears inside.

Ever since she found out Mal became her bitch by default, the woman's been nothing but clingy. She wonders if the blond was always like this, apparently shes in prison for beating her husband to death with a frying pan, but maybe it isn't as simple as that. Mal always gets mad and runs off when she asks about the woman's crime, so shes left the blonds past where it is.

"Merida said she found that eye pencil you wanted, a girl in block D wants a packet of twizlers and talcum powder for it. Also Mulan wants to talk about shower privileges because there's a clog and everyone's squeezing in or some shit."

Amelia wipes her sweaty brown, a tired sigh slipping from dry lips but she softens for a pensive Ruby.."Tell the girl she only gets the twizlers or I'll break her legs and take it anyway, and as for Mulan, send Dorothy to tell her I'll discuss it tomorrow at free call."

Ruby notes Amelia rubbing at her aching neck.."You want me to get Belle?"

"No I'm good, besides, she'll have her hands full entertaining you tonight, wont she little pup?"

Ruby's cheeks flush slightly, the brunette frowning and clenching her jaw.."Shhh..Keep your voice down!"

Ruby's been playing with Dorothy for a while now, Belle knows of the brunettes rather luscious nature but seems to love the wolf incarnate enough to keep the candle burning. Dorothy on the other hand doesn't know about Belle and the fact Ruby plans to break up with her any day now, but still Ruby hasn't gotten around to it.

Amelia chuckles, the frowning brunette crossing her arms defensively as her pack share amused glances, but soon the moments broken when inmates begin to rush towards the fence, a bright yellow school bus driving up the dirt road and towards the main gates. Amelia and Ruby share a glance before quickly pacing towards the barrier.

Amelia pushes passed a few eager on lookers, fingers curling around the metal chinks and noting a mass of other inmates screaming and hollering from the other large yard on the other side of the prison. The rusted yellow fun bus squeals to an abrupt stop, the doors luckily opening on their side of the fence while the inmates whistle and cheer as a dozen new bodies are escorted into the burning deserts heat. One by one the new arrivals are picked apart, even Ruby hollering when a small red head with a large ass shuffles forward in chains, but its not the big tits and ass that has Amelia captivated. Her attention settles on a woman so regal, her beauty puts any Queen to shame. The woman's head is held high, dark chocolate eyes ignoring the hooting inmates, silky raven hair bouncing with each prim step taken and Amelia almost grimaces at the dreary orange and white prison clothes wrapped around the elegant frame. Someone like that shouldn't be in here, she wasn't far from a saint herself before prison, but she adapted pretty quickly. From the looks of the regal woman, even at a distance, Amelia knows she'll be a prime target for Bo Peep and her white supremacist crew, speaking of which..

Amelia refocuses on a underweight stocky woman across the fence, Bo's eyes glued to the regal woman and a sly grin on pink lips. Amelia grimaces, sliding through the array of horny women and retreats back inside. Looks like they have new arrivals, most likely the first thing the desperate women will do is get to know prison the hard way..