Alright, you convinced me. You guys made me feel bad about leaving it a one -shot so i decided to continue lol thank you all for the reviews! Im still figuring out the storyline for this, right now all i can really say is piper and alex are definitely endgame. Hope you enjoy and any ideas or feedback will be much appreciated =)

Alex

It wasn't as easy as the movies made it seem. Maybe it was because the cross wasn't that sharp- though, it looked pretty damn sharp- it didn't go in as easily as I imagined it would. Not that I ever imagined I'd be stabbing someone.

I tried to do it quick; a hard jab and then a fast retreat. The feeling of the weapon tearing through her flesh was sickening enough and I had to fight the urge to vomit.

Her eyes went wide at the moment the weapon pierced her skin, the tendons in her neck straining as she gritted her teeth and her eyes watered, pupils dilating. Apparently she either had an extensive threshold for pain or was unable to cry out because of the shock.

I stepped back when she let go of my shoulders, her hand immediately pressing against the fresh wound with a low, harsh groan of pain.

"Shiiit!"

I used my hands instinctively; one covering her mouth and the other grasping her arm to hold her up. We couldn't risk someone hearing us.

"Are you okay?" I asked before I realized what an incredibly stupid question it was.

"What the fuck do you think?" she rasped, her words muffled by my hand. She pushed it away, grimacing while she attempted to stand up straight.

"Right. Sorry. We don't have much time." I was careful not to get any of the blood coating the cross on my sleeve, trying to wipe away any possible fingerprints. The chance that they would take the investigation that far was nonexistent, I knew, but it seemed like something that had to be done. I set the cross back where I found it, then turned to Piper, "You have to make it look like she did it before you attacked her."

"How?"

"I don't know! Get some of your blood on her hand and shit."

Piper gave me an uneasy look, her face already becoming paler and blood soaking her shirt, slowly spreading downwards. Without any argument, she staggered over to Doggett, wincing in pain as she leaned down to grab the girl's hand with her own bloodied one. Then she wiped some on her shirt. "Is that good enough?" she grounded out through gritted teeth.

"I hope so..." It's not like I was an expert at manipulating crime scenes. "I have to go. If they catch me out here-"

"I know," she breathed, "Go. I've got it from here."

I nodded, not sure if there was anything else left to say. With a final look at the scene, I turned and headed towards the door.

I slowly inched it open, peering inside to see if the coast was clear. Luckily, it was.

After sneaking in and making sure the door didn't slam, I hurried down the hall and towards the bathroom, my palms sweating like crazy and my heart pounding hard in my chest.

I was heaving by the time I reached the toilet, bending over the bowl and letting loose the contents of my stomach.

"Damn, girl!" I heard Taystee say. "What's with that? You a'ight?"

I flushed the toilet and made my way to the sink, "I'm fine." I rinsed my mouth out and looked up into the mirror, only to see Taystee's reflection, still in her pageant costume, raise an eyebrow. When I didn't say anything, she shrugged.

"Whateva," she said, turning and leaving the room.

I stared at my own reflection for a few seconds then took off my glasses, setting them by the sink, and splashed the cold water on my face. I continued to focus on my breathing, willing the nausea and chills away.

A few moments later, I heard shouting coming from down the hall. There were too many voices to distinguish any actual words, but I knew Piper and Doggett had been found.

Grabbing my glasses and putting them back on, I made my way towards the chaos. When I turned down the hall where all the guards and other inmates were crowded, I was immediately ambushed by Nicky and Morello, both giving me hesitant looks.

"What's going on?" I tried to act as clueless as possible.

"Dude, Chapman got fucking knifed," Nicky said in a low voice.

I didn't know how I was supposed to react without seeming suspicious, so I just stared at them.

Nicky studied my face for a second before taking a step back and pulling Morello with her. "You're lookin' kinda green, Vause. You ain't gonna puke, are you? "

I heard the guards shouting 'Get back!', followed by Caputo yelling, "Get them out of here! Any inmate not in their room in five minutes gets a shot!"

The guards began herding the rowdy crowd backwards and it didn't take long for me to spot Healy, who somehow must have sensed me staring at him and turned his head. Then he held my gaze and smirked. The fucking bastard smirked at me.

I spun on my heel and headed for my room, afraid that if I didn't get out of there, I'd do something stupid.

"Aren't you gonna ask if she's okay?" Morello spoke up, her and Nicky both following me.

Keeping my eyes dead ahead, I replied, "If she's been stabbed then I'm guessing she's not 'okay'."

"She's got a point," Nicky said.

"Well, yea, but there are, like, different levels of stabbing. Like, there's bad and then there's real bad, ya know? But she was still kinda walking so I think it's just bad," Morello explained.

We were a couple feet away from the doors when Taystee and Poussey came out, laughing. They stopped when they saw us and the inmates coming down the hall behind us.

"Yo, what's going on?" Taystee asked, stopping us.

"Chapman got knifed. Didn't see anyone else, but I think it's obvious who did it," Nicky answered.

"Whoa! Hold up," Poussey said, looking at me, "Your girl got stabbed?"

"She's not my girl," I told her firmly before pushing past them and opening the door.

"Damn..." I heard Poussey say before it closed. "You white bitches is cold."

I sat down heavily on my bed and regretted it immediately, seeing as it wasn't actually a bed, just a hard metal frame.

The other inmates started coming in, talking loud, some were even laughing. I sighed, pushing myself back against wall and tucking my knees to my chest.

"You wanna talk about it?" Nicky stood just outside the cubicle, her arms crossed over her chest.

I shook my head. "I'm fine."

She nodded, "Right. Well, you know where to find me."

Once she had gone, my bunkie, Leann, came shuffling in with red-rimmed eyes. She looked at me and opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off before she could, setting her with the most intimidating glare I could muster, "Not a fucking word, Devil's Reject."

Her mouth instantly snapped shut and she silently got into her bed, pulling the covers over her and facing the wall.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I made the same mental pact with myself that I had already broken for what seemed like the hundredth time; I would stay the fuck away from Piper Chapman.

Piper

Everything was blurry and bright when I opened my eyes and the last thing I remembered was being in the ambulance. I squinted up into the florescent lights of the hospital room and tried to figure out why there wasn't any pain. When I attempted to move my right hand to feel for the stab wound, I realized it was tied down. I slowly turned my head and observed the thick plastic zip-tie that looped around my wrist and the bed rail.

For some reason, this didn't even seem to bother me. Then I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see Larry stand up from the chair he'd been sitting in on the far side of the room. He approached hesitantly, a tentative smile on his face. "Hey, Pipes," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"

I smiled as I considered his question for a moment, then answered, "I don't think I feel... anything." Then I began to laugh, even though I had no idea why, and then voiced that exact thought to Larry. "I don't know what's funny... but I can't... stop."

He let out a laugh of his own, "I think that's the drugs talking. You had surgery, so they put you on intravenous pain meds."

That explained it; I was high as fuck. I laughed again. Who knew feeling nothing could feel so damn good? Wait... he said something about surgery, right? "Sur-ger-y. What a weird word... whoa. Weird word," I rambled, now thinking about how strange it was to make a 'W' sound.

"Piper?" Larry bit his lip before smiling again, "You okay?"

"I'm fucking great! What about you?" My words came out slow and slurred, only causing me to giggle more. Oh, God, I was actually giggling.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he said, sitting down in the chair by my bed. He clasped his hands together and stared down at them. "Pipes, I am so sorry. I should've listened when you told me you were in trouble... I could've stopped this from happening."

"S'okay, Larry," I said, then chuckled at what a ridiculous name 'Larry' was. Why hadn't I noticed that before? The meds had definitely taken away the filter between my brain and mouth, because I told him those exact things.

He raised his eyebrows, "I guess it kind of is, isn't it?"

I nodded, my mind now moving on to the events that led me here. Going through them, I got stuck on one certain thing. "Where's Alex?" Now, 'Alex', that was a great name. It was a fucking sexy name. It rolled off the tongue and it... now, it was getting rather hot in here.

Larry was staring at me and I could tell by his face that I had definitely said everything that I was thinking. I busted out laughing, knowing that I had seriously pissed him off and just not caring. It felt good.

"She saved my life," I told him. "She saved me."

"What are you talking about? One of the guards found you."

I smiled, feeling weightless and free despite my hand being tied to the bed. Drowsiness began to get the better off me. "I lied, Larry."

His eyebrows drew together, "What do you mean?"

Sleep made my eyelids heavy and I stopped fighting to keep them open. "I want to go to Cambodia."