I DO NOT OWN BREAKING BAD. I GOT THE IDEA FOR THIS STORY FROM READING A STORY ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN CALLED 187; WHICH I SUGGEST YOU READ AS WELL. IT GOT ME THINKING ABOUT ANOTHER POSSIBILITY FOR JESSE PINKMAN IF LYDIA HAD COME TO HIS AID AGAINST THE NEO NAZIS.
February 12, 2014. 4 months and 20 days since Jesse Pinkman was kidnapped by Jack Welker and his gang.
The sunlight pouring in through the cage illuminated the weak and battered form of Jesse Pinkman as he lay in the hard ground. He struggled to get up, both in the physical sense and in the mental one as well. Sleep never came to him because Andrea Castillo always had to haunt his nightmares. The sight of Todd Alquist, the opie dead eyed piece of shit, popping a cap right in the back of her head was living rent free in his head and he couldn't evict it no matter what he did. Todd always told him that he was the one who had gotten Andrea killed and turned young Brock Cantillo into a orphan and Jesse had heard that bullshit so many times that a small part of him was starting to believe it. Before he could wallow further in self pity for his abysmal situation, the lock on the top of the cage made a creaking sound. Jesse looked up to see the door opening and Todd lowering a ladder into the cell.
"Hey Jesse, come on up." Todd said, motioning his meth slave along.
"Another day, another cook?" Jesse asked with contempt in his voice which Todd rarely seemed to pick up on.
"Not yet, first things first: you have a visitor." Alquist replied with a weird smile on his face.
"A visitor...who?" Pinkman asked as he began his climb up the ladder.
"Ms. Rodarte-Quayle, she said that she wanted to talk to you about making the cook more potent." Todd explained as Jesse was puzzled. Why would Lydia give 2 shits about him? She was paranoid with a capital P and had only dealt with Todd. That's why Jack Welker hadn't killed him yet. If Jesse wasn't alive to cook, Lydia would have no reason to keep doing business with a sub par cook like Todd Alquist. Jack had said many times before that Jesse would only live until the methlamine ran out or if Todd managed to get Lydia into bed; which ever came first. As Jesse got out of the cell, Todd led him into the make shift meth lab were Lydia Rodarte-Quayle was already waiting for him in her signature blue suit and red-soled Louboutin high heels.
"I got Jesse here for you, Ms. Rodarte-Quayle." Todd said with pride as he motioned Jesse towards her.
"Just Lydia, and thank you, I can handle Mr. Pinkman from here." Lydia replied as she tried and failed to sound at ease with her business partner.
"I'll be out here if you need me." Todd replied as he walked a few feet away to give them some privacy, but not too much. Once Todd was far enough away, Lydia looked at the enslaved meth cook with pity in her eyes.
"How are you?" she asked tenderly as Jesse looked at her like she was at a Patrick Star level of stupid.
"I'm a fucking meth slave for these neo Nazi assholes, my family hates me, and that pyscho fuck Todd killed the woman I loved." Jesse growled with all the anger he could muster. "How the fuck do you think I am, yo?"
"I...I know that I can't understand what you're going through." Lydia said, trying not to tear up. "But I do understand...that i've been adding to your prolonged suffering and if you'll let me, I want to help you." This earned a bitter chuckle from Jesse.
"Help me?" he asked viciously. "How do you intent to do that?" Lydia looked around for a moment before leaning in.
"What do you know about the Czech Republic?" she asked.
"That is used to be Czechoslovakia." he answered, confusion in his voice.
"Did you know there's a higher demand for meth there than anywhere else in Europe?" Lydia elaborated. "Five percent of its ten million people, which is roughly the population of the Southwest from Western Texas to Phoenix, are using meth and regularly so."
"And this concerns me why?" Jesse asked, his confusion still present.
"With the cooks over there, the average purity is only about 60 percent." Lydia replied. "They've never seen anything like your product, you'd blow their hair back."
"Whose hair?"
"Someone I ship to regularly, someone I've worked with for years. He is professional and very amenable. I'm very careful who I work with."
"If you have a point bitch, please get to it already before psycho Todd gets back." Jesse insisted.
"Jesse, I have a proposition for you." Lydia said as her eyes lit up in anticipation. "I realize that I have given you no reason to trust me, but If you cooperate, I can get you out of this place and out of the country safely. There is a very prominent man in Prague: Mr. Vladimír Kratochvíl who loves Blue Sky meth and is very eager to meet you. He would provide you with much more humane accommodations than some hole in the ground. He would see to it that you would be financially secure and a suitable lace to live. You could create a brand new life for yourself in the Czech Republic. You could have friends, maybe a family. You would be given a new identity and no one would know who you are or what you've done. A clean slate is what he offers you." It all sounded too good to be true for Jesse. He felt it might be a trick set up by Todd to see if Jesse had been broken, but he felt like taking the risk, even though Brock was on his mind.
"And what is this Kratochvíl guy going to want in return?" Jesse asked with intent.
"Two hundred pounds, 90.7 kilograms a week is all that would be expected of you." Lydia replied. "You could be flexible with your hours and spend your time as you wish; as long as the weekly quota is met."
"Let's just say that I want to take this deal, I'm literally trapped here." Jesse argued back with reality seeping through to this fantasy.
"If you accept his terms, Mr. Kratochvíl will arrange for your extraction within the week." Lydia replied, her eyes burning like brown coals. "Jack Welker and his...associates will be disposed of and you will be on a plane for Prague shortly after. It can happen, but I need an answer right now." Before Jesse could answer, Todd walked back in.
"I don't mean to rush you Ms. Lydia, but we should probably get started on our cook now." He replied as Lydia nodded.
"That's fine, we're done here anyway." Lydia said as she turned to Jesse. "Can you meet my current needs, Mr. Pinkman?" Jesse thought about it for a while and knew that it was a dangerous game he was playing, but if there was a snowball's chance in Hell that this Czech thing was legit, he had to take it. To save Brock if nothing else.
"Yeah, i'll do it." Jesse replied with a nod as Lydia gave him a small smile.
"Then there shouldn't be any further problems." She replied as her heels clicked clacked away from the lab as Jesse prepared to start cooking with hope once again in his heart.
CAN JESSE BE SAVED FROM THIS HELL? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.