Red's Legacy (Episode: S09EP10 - Wentworth TV)

by quarantinejeanine

[ SPOILERS FOR WW S09EP10] When Allie first felt consumed by the light, when she came closer to death, she wasn’t afraid as she may have thought. She thought it wouldn’t matter to her anymore - she was poisoned by the chalice of Top Dog, sustained a life-changing injury and missed Bea...

Red's Legacy (Episode: S09EP10 - Wentworth TV) Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/34797145.

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence,

Major Character Death Category: F/F Fandom: Wentworth (TV) Relationship: Allie Novak/Bea Smith Character: Allie Novak, Bea Smith, Debbie Smith (Wentworth TV), Sue "Boomer"

Jenkins, Vera Bennett, Will Jackson (Wentworth TV) Additional Tags: Minor Vera Bennett/Joan Ferguson, Prisoner Joan Ferguson,

Wentworth Correctional Centre, Series Finale, Canon Lesbian Character, Canon Bisexual Character, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, Canon LGBTQ Character, Bombing, Bombs, Implied/Referenced Terrorism, Terrorists, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Canon- Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, Chaos

Language: English Stats: Published: 2021-10-29 Words: 3471

Red's Legacy (Episode: S09EP10 - Wentworth TV) by QuarantineJeanine

Summary

[ SPOILERS FOR WW S09EP10]

When Allie first felt consumed by the light, when she came closer to death, she wasn't afraid as she may have thought. She thought it wouldn't matter to her anymore - she was poisoned by the chalice of Top Dog, sustained a life-changing injury and missed Bea...

All she could think of, was the fact she was meant to die - though she was given a second chance. Passing stretchers with covered casualties as they wheeled her along, her mind kept running on overdrive. It wasn't her. It simply wasn't and there was nothing she could do to explain her survival...though she knew in her heart. She was alive and Bea was dead - it wasn't her time - that was just life. Allie may have not come to accept that quickly, and she may ponder it for a while, but now she had closure. What she had come to accept was that life is harsh, prison is harsh, it's brutal and unforgiving and it's best not to question it. It's human nature to want answers, though some things you just need to refuse to question - why did life do this, for example - though now, instead of repressing her thoughts of mourning, she had come to accept that life works in mysterious ways, even if it hurts you sometimes./users/QuarantineJeanine/pseuds/QuarantineJeanine

This is an idea I had for what the finale episode went like from mainly Allie's POV, including Bea. It was supposed to be 2k words-ish, a simple, short idea. Alas. I've dedicated this to a bunch of Wentworth fans over on Instagram, and of course some of the actors - I hope you enjoy. I haven't written in months so excuse me if it's bad. 3

- Gifting was being shitty so here we go with dedications - This is for all the Wentworth Cast, For all the Wentworth Fans. For Lucy, Ava, Katie, Talia, Lupe, Gabby, Steven and all the other Wentwoth Editors. For all the people who broke our hearts, thank you.

[ Red's Legacy ] 30/10/21

Allie spares no effort in attempting to reach the door, scuffling out her chair to the cold, now dusty door, coughing at the slight inhalation of debris. In front of her, the main walkway was blocked - with nobody around, there was certainly no chance of her getting help - in the worst-case scenario, they may think she's a casualty…

Floundering in the mess of the bomb and the remnants of the corridor, her gaze lifted to the H1 door where she aimed to get, recalling the phone that was lost and un-retrieved during Lou and Rita's fight. The phone that had recorded evidence that would assist Rita and Ruby's defence and save them both from either a lengthy or life sentence - the last thing they needed was that - it was hard to survive prison as it is, let alone if prisoners found out you were a cop. Did all this chaos cause that much strife within the prison that a bomb had managed to make it through security? After all, Rita did try to inform them of the threat, only for it to fall on deaf ears.

God knows if she were even alive. If Boomer was alive if Ruby was safe.

No matter her doubts, she felt compelled to salvage the evidence, even if, in the bigger picture, it didn't do much to ameliorate the current situation. Her struggling grips against the floors of the corridor make sharp echos into the distance, though heavily overpowered by the blaring alarms. Many may say that her struggle is pointless, however, if there was a chance she may not make it out of this alive, she wanted to at least do one last thing. Fight. And that's what Allie Novak always has done. Everyone has been through their share of trauma, mishappenings in their lives; I mean, that goes without saying - this is prison, not a fucking party. That said, after being hotshot, almost dying, waking to find she lost Bea, losing Kaz, losing her ability to walk and use the lower half of her body...losing Marie. As much of a terrible, toxic person she was, her last words echoed in her mind.

'You're the best of us…'

Despite their history, the pain and suffering it caused Allie throughout her life, their differences, Allie and Marie were once particularly close - and once again she was reeled in by her after Bea's death, due to a state of vulnerability. Though she hated to remind herself of it - no matter who she slept with, that sex meant nothing to her, not now - it was purely for pleasure - and even though she had found herself in a difficult position when Ruby got with Zainia, she felt as if that was more to

do with her own newly insecure and vulnerable state of mind. Sex used to be a huge part of her life, both professionally and personally - one thing she wished to make clear was her profession, as she once discussed with Bea - she went in with clients, only to get it over and done with, do the job expected of her. That was just fucking. Similarly was the situation with Marie, Ruby...she may have believed she once had feelings for them, though, in hindsight, it was all an illusion.

It was only to fill a void. Attempt to fix a heartbreak that was yet to leave her - and now, she had come to accept it probably never would.

Once close to the door, her arms grow weak, muscles tired - she had gained much more upper body strength since she had returned from the hospital, and she supposed that was a positive change, something to be put to good use, say, now - slumping against the door slightly, she didn't let herself grow any wearier. Novak was fiercely independent, determined, and it came to fruition in times like these. Glancing at her tattoo, she inhaled sharply, shortly, trying not to inhale too much dust from the wreckage. Bea always reminded her of determination, ascertainment and self-sacrifice. In times like these, that's what she needed to remember.

Huffing with struggle, she stretched her ar out to the door handle, managing with final strands of strength to pull it down, the only thing in her mind to keep going. She let out an exasperated breath, pushing the door open before continuing to pull herself along the floor, H1 more of a mess than the corridor she resided in a moment ago. The fridge lay, sparking from the wires, rubble surrounding it. Heavy breaths leaving her lungs, she gulped, mentally pushing herself to keep going. She couldn't let anyone see her, help her. She had to do this. For Rita, for Ruby.

Heaving herself along the last length of the floor, she soon reached where she needed to. A single glance under the chair was surprisingly enough for her to see the phone beneath it, quite far back. Surely she could reach it, she would, she had to. Allie writhed in agonizing struggle as she had to stretch her reach further to try and grab the device, fingers only grazing the side of it as she attempted to pull it closer, collect it. Policemen, paramedics and others passed the block, torches shining their light around the corridors, into the block.

'Is anyone there?' they called out, walking the ruins of what remained of the prison slowly. Fuck. Allie thought, knowing she couldn't call out, staying still momentarily as their flashlights radiated through the bars. Her priority was to get this phone, and she couldn't do that if they came and assisted her now. With one last stretch, she spared no time, energy or effort in what she aimed to do, managing to slip the fabric of her sleeve over her hand - and, despite the struggle - slide the phone down securely.

Above her, she heard the cracking of the concrete, causing her to snap her gaze up, to a deafening crash and before she knew it, she felt pressure over her, her vision blurring slightly, the final sight of the ceiling she had soon disappearing, replaced with a blinding white light. She felt this was her time, maybe, her consequence for not taking the chances at this moment.

'Bea…' she whispered slowly as the bright light consumed more of her vision, soon replaced by a light feeling, a carrying warmth surrounding her. Before her eyes even adjusted, she noticed one thing that was out of place. She could feel her legs, she could feel everything where she had previously been paralyzed. Small, wet strands of her hair stuck to her face, hearing her voice in the near distance.

'Allie...Allie!'

A smile curled up on Allie's lips - it wasn't something she could explain, or express, hearing someone's voice years after losing them, like a distant echo, a memory - yet so lucid, so...real. As

her eyes adjusted, she found herself gazing into a bright, clear blue sky, the sun beating down on her; she was floating in a comforting body of water, carrying her. Adjusting herself, she glanced over at the island near, seeing Bea - and Debbie - waving. In slight shock, she chuckled, a smile spreading more across her face, slowly swimming over; the act of doing so felt unsupportive, dangerous, and most of all, foreign. Of course, she didn't expect any less after growing so used to her new reality back there, it felt odd to feel - both psychically and emotionally, a large wash of euphoria pooling over her, making her heart beat faster, the way it had whenever she saw the redhead. Once she reached land, she quickly, and somewhat clumsily stumbled over to her, kissing her deeply as she did, pulling back after a minute.

'Oh, Allie' Bea whispered sympathetically, eyes glazed over slightly, smiling weakly at her as she twirled a bit of her newly platinum blonde hair between her fingers, thinking about everything she had been through since she last saw her. 'Bea…' Allie whispered slowly, chuckling slightly in disbelief, only smiling more as she did, shaking her head slowly after a moment, 'I've missed you so much…' Allie managed to choke out weakly, eyes glazing over. Stroking a thumb over her cheek, Bea nodded, 'I know, beautiful girl.' she whispered, uttering gentle, reassuring words.

After a moment, Debbie stepped forward, to which Allie turned, 'Look at you, your mum told me so much about you…' she chuckled, remembering the nights they spoke in the slots - how Bea had described Debbie; smart, stubborn, kind. A smile crossed Debbie's face and she chuckled, 'She told me a lot about you too' Allie smiled at that, 'Hopefully nothing too embarrassing, right?' she joked, crossing her arms, raising a brow slowly.

'Not guilty' Bea contested jokingly, keeping her eyes on her, still finding this whole situation surreal. Gulping, Allie turned to her, 'Bea…I-I don't know if I want to-' Allie paused briefly, burying her head in her hands. 'Allie, sweetheart,' Bea took her hands gently into her own. 'I know. It's hard. But I don't think this is your time..' she said, intertwining her fingers with hers, hating the thought of losing her once more - when she was ready to let go, she would know - and Allie just didn't feel that way, a shred of her subconscious wanting to complete what she started, feeling somewhat conscious in the real world still.

She had people to help, things to live for, no matter what she thought, right? 'I still feel conscious in reality. There are things I need to do…' the blonde whispered slowly, swallowing back tears. Bea pulled her into her arms, whispering reassuring words as she held her tight, not ever wanting to let her go. Inevitably, she had to though. Letting her grip slip from around her, she looked into her eyes, smiling 'You've got so much to live for, beautiful girl.' she whispered slowly, tears in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks. Allie nodded, gulping, wiping the tear from the redhead's cheek gently, 'I know that now…' she whispered reassuringly, nodding quickly.

As the blonde moved to the edge of the beach, hand in hand with the redhead, Bea noticed her tattoo after a moment. 'Your tattoo..' she said slowly, taking her wrist gently, running a finger over the seahorse design. 'Someone once told me seahorses like to swim in pairs…' Bea half-joked, smirking. Gulping, Allie turned to her, tears in her eyes, she nodded, 'This way, we'll never be apart.' she whispered weakly, kissing her softly, deeply, a warmth filling her heart, an ache - losing someone once was hard, you would think losing them again is more difficult - sometimes that is the case. Though, sometimes, when you feel you have closure, confirmation, you feel everything is coming together. You're healing. It's hardly as difficult.

Bea moved back from the kiss, knowing despite their deepest desires, nothing like this could last forever - at least until their forever began, whenever that may be, but that time wasn't now - she

cupped Allie's cheek gently in her hand, wiping a tear she shed. Allie smiled weakly before turning to Debbie, moving over to her, wrapping her in a big hug. 'I'll see you soon. Take care of your mum for me.' she whispered softly, to which Debbie nodded, moving back from the hug, letting out a small 'I will.'

'Both of you.' Allie said, glancing between them, knowing they would both take care of each other though, as they had done all these years. Stepping back over to Bea, she gave a small nod - she was never going to be ready for this, not in a million years - but she had to do this. It wasn't the right time, and once again, she was given a second chance at life. Without painful hurt this time, without loss - only with the ache of her heart - with closure and reassurance.

'It's going to be okay.' Bea whispered with a reassuring nod as Allie got in the water, moving to float on her back, feeling her body grow heavier after a moment, once again beginning to feel a sense of emotion, smell, taste - the strong smell of smoke filling her nostrils - lying in bright blue waves, she felt the water carry her, washing over her, and once again saw seahorses - from two to one - her vision faded before her eyes opened to brightness, the previous bright blue sky melting into bright blue flashing lights all around her, a high pitched ringing piercing her ears. She was moving, she heard the discussion, talking, organised chaos. She was safe. She was - alive.

When Allie first felt consumed by the light, when she came closer to death, she wasn't afraid as she may have thought. She thought it wouldn't matter to her anymore - she was poisoned by the chalice of Top Dog, sustained a life-changing injury and missed Bea...How was she going to get anywhere in life like that? She thought maybe that's what was best. But when it came down to it, she never felt that way, not upset that death didn't take her, not upset she didn't turn out like all the innocent women who were casualties. The way other prisoners let out cries of mourning, some just turned eighteen, some wrongfully convicted, so innocent and young with so much to live for.

She never died, it was never her time. She supposed she'd feel empty when she returned to reality, though she just felt heavy, still euphoric like she had a purpose. All she could think of, was the fact she was meant to die - though she was given a second chance. Passing stretchers with covered casualties as they wheeled her along, her mind kept running on overdrive. It wasn't her. It simply wasn't and there was nothing she could do to explain her survival...though she knew in her heart. She was alive and Bea was dead - it wasn't her time - that was just life. Allie may have not come to accept that quickly, and she may ponder it for a while, but now she had closure. What she had come to accept was that life is harsh, prison is harsh, it's brutal and unforgiving and it's best not to question it. It's human nature to want answers, though some things you just need to refuse to question - why did life do this, for example - though now, instead of repressing her thoughts of mourning, she had come to accept that life works in mysterious ways, even if it hurts you sometimes.

It would work so much better if Bea was here, she used to think. And of course, she still missed her immensely, more than she could express, and believed she could never love again - however she was at peace with their fate. Things seemed to be looking up.

'OK, H1-' Linda Miles began, having grouped in a couple more of the women for a headcount. 'Fuck the headcount, we gotta go back in, we gotta get Allie now.' Boomer said quickly, both concerned and upset, shaking her head a little. Rita stood behind Ruby, keeping her hands on her shoulders, turning to Boomer as she spoke before turning back to Mrs Miles. Linda looked at her briefly, pressing her lips together, 'Jenkins…' she began slowly, 'H1's gone.'

The words seemed to only go through the air, not hearing them properly though them hitting like a tonne of bricks. Boomer stared at her as she spoke, eyes glazing over, standing in disbelief as Miles began the headcount.

'Mitchell,' Miles continued the headcount, 'I-it's gone?' Boomer said slowly, heart beating faster at the realisation. Rita glanced over at her at that - shit, Allie. 'Conners,' Miles continued the headcount, Rita glazing back over to her at that, staying stood behind her sister, still immensely lad she was safe.

Vera turned the corner of the building, moving past the police car, looking around, still in slight shock and daze from the citation that just occurred - not only the bombing but with Joan - only just realising the utter chaos it had caused, people stood all around. Jake glanced over after finishing his headcount, his eyes widening slightly 'Vera!' he exclaimed, running over, 'Vera, o-oh, God,' he embraced her tight 'Jesus Christ' he moved back, looking her over, 'Are you hurt?' he'd ask, wanting to make sure she was okay.

Vera shook her head in reassurance, mumbling a small 'no' glancing down briefly, smiling weakly, 'I thought-' Jake asked, wanting to be certain, to which Vera nodded vigorously, 'Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm fine, Jake,' Vera reaffirmed to him as Will walked over, 'Hey, are you okay?' he'd ask, having not been sure she survived the initial bombing. 'Yeah, I-' Vera shook her head, 'Is everyone out?' Will shook his head 'No, not yet, but they're clearing the building, but the roofs collapsed, making it hard.' Vera nodded to that, pinching the bridge of her nose briefly, 'Oh, and- Ann Reynolds was one of the casualties. I'm really sorry, Vera' Vera nodded barely to that, not blinking, only mumbling a small 'yeah', thinking back to the memory she had of Joan snapping her neck - it all a blur, foggy - but Joan carrying her out affirming the memory as true. She continued to nod a little as Will spoke, face blank. 'And, uh- Allie Novak, we haven't found her yet.' Will continued, glancing between the two. Vera sighed, whispering a 'shit'

Mrs Miles walked over, slightly exasperated as anyone would be in this situation, 'Five officers and twenty-eight prisoners unaccounted for, including Joan Ferguson' she said as she looked through the headcount on her clipboard, glancing up at the three. Vera said nothing, only glancing down briefly, silent. Will looked over at Vera, along with Jake, slightly shocked.

Jake shrugged, 'Well if she's dead, then she's not our problem anymore' Vera simply said nothing at that, as Will looked at him. 'What?' Jake said to that, Will turned, 'Come on, we've got work to do, let's go.' he said as he walked away. Jake glanced at Vera, smiling weakly, to which she managed barely to return, standing still, silent as he walked away, turning to look at the entire scene after a moment.

Joan had saved her and walked away. She had saved her at the trial, she saved her here...

Boomer cried, wiping tears, sniffling, mumbling, Ruby standing to her left, looking out to the entrance at the covered bodies they wheeled out, all of them glancing in the direction as they passed. Was it Allie? Rita turned to glance back over at the entrance, seeing Allie being wheeled through the entrance. Alive.

Allie felt dazed, head rested back on the rest, covered in debris and dust.

'Hey Boomer, look,' Rita said, a smile plastered over her face.

'Allie, Allie!' Boomer exclaimed in tears, running over to her, 'Stop, stop, I'm fine, just leave me here.' Allie told the team wheeling her along, smiling widely as they stopped, Rita, Ruby and Boomer moving over to her, 'You're alive!' Boomer exclaimed in tears, taking her hand along with Ruby.

Vera glanced over at the commotion, seeing Allie there, alive. She watched on, smiling.

'We thought you were like, squished under a roof or somethin'.' Boomer chuckled through her tears and happiness, smiling widely, as did Ruby. 'I was.' Allie said, slightly out of breath, smiling widely though, 'Until they pulled me out.' 'It's bloody amazing you're still alive.' Ruby said with a wide smile, Boomer moving in to hug her gently, 'You gave us a scare, girl.' Rita said lightly, giving a small nod, smiling as she spoke, 'It's a fricken miracle.' Boomer smiled, still crying, Allie looking over at her now. 'Yeah...I think you might be right.' Allie said slowly, thinking back to the island, Bea, the fact it wasn't her time to go. She looked from Boomer to Ruby, before glancing over at Rita.

'Hey..' Allie said slowly, Rita smiling still, Allie gulped, 'Got ya something,' she slowly slid the phone from under Bea's blanket, handing it to her slowly. Rita looked shocked as she took it, glancing over at her sister, 'Ruby..' she whispered slowly, Ruby chuckled slowly in shock and disbelief, 'How the fuck did you do that?' Rita exclaimed, glancing at her once more. Allie smiled, laughing, 'You're a legend,' Rita smiled, kissing her on the head, Allie smiled widely, glancing between the three. Ruby nodded quickly, pressing her lips together only briefly, tears in her eyes, Boomer laughed a little shakily as she continued to cry.

Allie thought back to what Bea had said, smiling even more, eyes filling with tears. 'It's going to be okay.' she whispered, glancing over at Rita as she repeated the words,

'It's going to be okay,'

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Red's Legacy (Episode: S09EP10 - Wentworth TV)