Katrina walked into the cold, gray room of the visitor's area of the prison in which Jason was transported to. It was something similar to OZ, but she knew that it was far from the TV show. She sat in the room wondering if Nate was right about it not being a good idea to talk to Jason. Not, that she felt she owed him anything, but her guilt wouldn't go away. She never imagined that she would feel so guilty.

"Katrina…" Jason said as he walked into the room wearing gray sweat pants and a black tank. Katrina saw that he wasn't in such good shape. His hair was unkempt and he appeared to have been beaten up a little. He had a black eye and several small cuts and bruises along his face. "You couldn't stay away, could you? Better be careful, I think your precious Nate would get jealous if he knew about your little crush on me…" he said with a chuckle and Katrina rolled her eyes wanting to slap him adding to his bruises.

"Oh, shut up, Jason. Do you always have to be an asshole? I mean, I thought you would, at least, stop given the situation you're currently in."

"And I have you to thank for that, don't I?" he said dropping his humor and replacing it with anger. "What do you want, Katrina? Was it not enough for you that you ruined me and my father? You have to rub it in as well?" he said and she dropped her gaze from his steel blue eyes.

"I didn't come here to do that."

"Why did you come here, then?" he asked with an agitated tone and she brought her eyes up to his. She didn't want to look him in the eye and face him without an answer. She didn't even know if she had an answer to tell him.

"I don't know. I wanted to see if talking to you…if…"

"Look, I know you feel guilty and you want to do the right thing, but…you're wasting your time. Just go run to your boyfriend and live your happy little life. I'm not your charity."

"That's not fair, and who said you were a charity to me?!"

"Come on, Katrina. The only reason you're here is because of your guilt. You think I'm supposed to take pity on you and help you with your guilt because of those words I said to you. I meant what I said, that was the only time you were going to hear that from me. I mean, honestly, did you fucking forget that I'm in this shit hole because you put me here?! I'm in here because of you!" he said leaning forward staring her straight in her eyes.

"No, you're in here because you killed someone and tried to cover it up! You're in here because you and your father thought that it was okay to kill someone to get what you wanted! Get what you thought you deserved! I say you got what you deserved…" she said as she was getting up to leave but he stopped her.

"Wait!" he said roughly grabbing her arm and the guard in the room pulled him off and pushed him, roughly, back into his seat. "Sorry, okay…sorry." he said to the guard before turning his attention back to Katrina. "Katrina, why is it so important for you to talk to me?" he said running his hands through his dark hair.

"I don't know…God, I wish I could tell you. I don't even know why myself."

"Well, that confirms your crush on me. No normal person would visit their enemy in prison unless they were attracted to them."

"Oh, yeah…that's why I'm here…get real, Jason…" Katrina said rolling her eyes.

"Hey, it could happen. It's the whole bad boy thing."

"I'm not into bad boys. Especially ones in prison."

"Ouch, that hurt, Katrina…" he said with a chuckle and, surprisingly, Katrina cracked a smile. This shocked her and she began to wonder why she was warming up to him…she hated him and would hate him forever for what he did to her. "But, seriously, it would be nice to think that a pretty girl like you was interested in me. Especially since I'm in this place." he said sadly and Katrina felt a jolt of guilt.

"How did you get the shiner and the bruises?" she said changing the topic.

"I got in a fight with these guys. It's no big deal."

"What happened? You were running your mouth or something?"

"No…this guy tried to….rape me and I kicked his ass. He's in the prison hospital. He underestimated me. Never thought a guy like me could be a fighter."

"Well, it's good to know you're good at fighting off being someone's bitch…"

"Yeah, I don't think Nate would survive a minute. With his pretty face and all."

"Okay, leave Nate out of this. You should be worried about your own ass not his."

"I'm only interested in your ass…"

"And this where I leave…" Katrina said as she stood up. She didn't know why it had bugged her that he had said that. Maybe going there was a bad idea. She should've listened to Nate and stayed far away from Jason.

"I'm sorry, but…I'm not going to apologize for that. I meant what I said when I said that I wanted you. God, I would do anything to trade place with Nate…for obvious reasons. I know it's wrong to think this, but I really wished I had a chance to fuck you, touch you, be near you. I can't help but feel as if you're torturing me right now. I hate you so much, but I want you as well. And you show up here being all friendly."

"Whoa…I wasn't being friendly. Civil, yes. Friendly, no. We're not friends, Jason. Don't get your feelings confused. It's not good for you to do that."

"Katrina, why are you here? I mean, really here?"

"Forgiveness." she simply said as she stared down at the ground.

"Well, I think I could forgive you."

"I'm not looking for forgiveness from you, jackass. I'm talking about forgiving you. I wanted to see if I could forgive you for what you did to me and Maka. I wanted to see if I could forgive myself for what I did to you. I want to change and part of that is forgiveness. I want to be a bigger person, Jason. I want to change."

"Don't beat yourself up over it, Katrina. You're annoying me with this. I know I have a lot of time to think about all the bad shit I've done, but you can't afford to waste that time. Just live you life and forget about me."

"I would, but my guilt…"

"Fuck your guilt." he said interrupting her. "You know, you're making it really hard for me to want to fantasize about you."

"Ugh, then don't. Please don't. I think I'm getting sick just thinking about it…"

"Fine…" he said with a sigh. "You should go before Nate gets worried about you. He's probably thinking that I escaped and kidnapped you."

"Yeah, I should go." she said turning to the guard letting him know that she was ready to leave. "Jason…be careful. You're a little shit for what you did, but…be careful." she said unsure of why she said that. It wasn't like she cared about him or anything. In fact, she was regretting her decision to visit him in the first place. Nate was right, it was a mistake. Because, now, she was starting to consider being his friend because she felt he needed one. Yes, this was a bad idea.