Disclaimer:Any references to the characters of ICT's
"Bad Girls" are purely intentional, but are not designed to make me any money. So no infringement's intended. This story is
just AND only fiction and takes place after Miss Stewarts' resignation, series 2.
Language warning: Well we
ARE in a prison fer crying out loud so...YES! Although I'll try to keep it down.
Love and sex warning: This
story definitely portrays a loving relationship between two consenting women. Now if this is illegal in your neck of the woods
*insert sickening lovely smile* please move along, if it offends you...well there's this nice yoghurtshop down the street
where you can...
Violence Warning: Yeppers, it's in there, couldn't resist...and frankly, didn't you expect
that?
Lemme know what you think 'k: Night_sodom@hotmail.com
Terrorism at Larkhall
by
Silver
'Has it only been 4 weeks,' Nikki Wade mused as she was restacking
her gardening implements, 'it seems so much longer…'
Helen Stewart, former governor now newly appointed lifer
governor, had come back into Nikki's life but what Nikki thought to be a great change of events turned out to be a huge disappointment
ending in minor.
Nikki had fallen in love with Helen Stewart since the first moment she saw her. Her angelic face, her
firm toned body, that enchanting Scottish lilt but foremost it was the way she carried on, treating the inmates as human beings,
really caring about their problems and issues, just being there when someone needed support …, to Nikki she was the
embodiment of Mother Thérèsa incarnated.
Oh she had her flaws alright, but to Nikki they were always of inconsequential
nature. Ending up to that cliché again, love makes you as blind as a mole.
So, after resigning and getting some much
needed R&R, Helen Stewart was back at Larkhall.
After getting Helen alone for a few seconds to talk Helen had
clearly stipulated to Nikki what kind of relationship she wanted them to have and well…that just basically came down
to having no relationship whatsoever.
Nikki wouldn't and couldn't believe it, yet Helen stayed adamant in her believes
and couldn't be persuaded otherwise.
Nikki had heard it all before, not spoken out loud but in her head;
"It's too
risky for the both of us, if we get caught I would lose my job and you'll get transferred on the double, gone your appeal,
gone the things we both worked so hard for, gone…"
With more force than she intended Nikki grabbed Helen's shoulders;
"And what about these feelings aye? What about this connection we share? And don't say you don't feel it too 'cause I know
you do! Helen, what about US? You're talking about the consequences while I am still thinking about the cause of…Helen,
I lov…"
"NO!', Helen spat angrily before stepping back , 'DON'T! DON'T say it again! We can't and we won't have
an 'us', it's just too difficult, can't you get that through that thick skull of yours, WE CAN'T!"
And with that Helen
walked out of Nikki's cell, not once turning back. Yet if she would have, Nikki could have seen the tears cascading down Helen's
cheeks.
After that unfortunate incident Nikki hadn't been to the special taskgroup for lifers anymore, she had just
withdrawn herself and on a more frequent basis went to hide in the secluded safety of her beloved shed.
She had managed
to stay as far away from Helen as humanly possible yet being in a close proximity environment like Larkhall she hadn't been
given the most easy task. Once in a while they met each other on the stairs or in the hall and every time Helen tried to address
Nikki about her lack of presence at the taskgroup, she was met with a cold indifference so out of character for Nikki that
it scared the living daylights out of everyone present. Yet Nikki couldn't help herself, the pain she felt over losing Helen
engulfed her every time they met and every time they didn't. Crying herself to sleep had become a frequent occurrence, she
slept lesser and lesser and her appetite had gone together with her joie de vivre. Nikki felt abandoned, and as alone as she
had ever been before.
With more strength than she intended Nikki grabbed for a flask of growth enhancer and lost her
grip on the handle causing the bottle to tip over and shatter in a million pieces when it impacted with the floor, sending
the sticky substance oozing in every crevice of the wooden floorboard.
"Oh shit! There you go again Wade ! That's what
you get for letting those hormones rage! Get your mind out of the gutter will you!", Nikki rambled on.
Meanwhile Fenner
was doing his rounds, trying to get some perspective in the on-goings at Larkhall, because he had been suspended for 2 weeks
and needed to get back on track with the inner circle again.
If there was one thing Fenner was certain of, it was the importance
of knowledge. Being on top of the game meant being aware of every little thing that took place. If anyone as only farted,
Jim Fenner, snoop-screw, knew about it and he prided himself over that fact too.
At the present he was remembering the
cause that had got him suspended, dubbed the "Dockley-incident" by Jim. It wasn't so much Dockley he was furious at but that
backstabbing bitch Stewart that made him dizzy with anger. He remembered all to well how she tried to ruin his carrier by
exposing him to Simon, her tongue happily wagging away while he tried to look as indignified as possible. A good thing Simon
was one of the boys! He also thought that women belonged at home with the kids and not doing a man's work, half-assed even
as they all do. A shame though that Simon had to give that bloody Karen the job.
'Hmmm, back to that Helen-bitch, what
can I possibly do to get her out of my hair for good and don't get any fingers pointed at me afterwards…18h30, guess
it's chowtime for the rats.'
As Fenner walked towards the main area used to serve as a mess hall he saw Nikki Wade coming
in across his path, looking as miserable as a snail on a barbecue.
'Lookie what we got here, the teacher's pet herself
looking all depressed and lonely. How sad. And to think she's got her precious little Scottish tart so close again.
Maybe…just
maybe… Stewart would be devastated if something were to happen to you. Oh yeah, she'd be a wreck.
I think I am gonna
pay more attention to you my little sweetheart, see that you keep safe and all. ' Fenner thought as he watched Nikki.
Sporting
a cat-that-just-ate-the-canary-grin Fenner walked off towards the back, tend on making the most of his free time.
Meanwhile at Helen's place…
Sitting at home, alone in her couch, comfortably snuggled away in soft cushions
while nursing a cup of thea, Helen thought about life and her role in it.
Well, she was back at Larkhall, back where she
wanted to be, back where she belonged. But why did she belong there? Was it for the cold demeanour of the wardens? The depressing
interior decorations? Or maybe the unexplainable magnetism the inmates exuded?
'Oh boy, are you ever the cynic!' Helen's
inner voice stated 'Why do you keep avoiding the one thing you truly want? The REAL reason you went back!?'
"Because it'll
never work! Because we'll get caught eventually and then all we've worked so hard for will be lost! Nikki her appeal and I
my job and in the end it's just not worth it. THAT's why and I have had this conversation with you over and over again, now
bugger off will ya!"
'Okay, okay! Don't get your knickers in a twist! You keep swimming in that oh so beloved denial of
yours love, and while you're doing that I am gonna book me a nice vacation, get some sunshine, some margarita's, some Nikki,
some dancing along the…'
"Hold it! What did you say!?"
'Getting some vacation?'
"NO! You said getting some
Nikki! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
'Ah, sorry hon, but you see, being your conscience and all, I just can't do
that! You're stuck with me babe, better get over it and quickly!'
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Frustration
got the better of Helen and with an impressive swing, which would make a New York pitcher envious, she hurled a nearby standing
vase towards the wall, sending the porcelain heirloom into tiny tidbits on the parquet floor.
"Gods I am really loosing
it!! Talking to myself again, molesting my antics…what the hell's happening to me!"
'Well I can…'
"NO! Shut
up you!"
And with that she grabbed her keys and walked out of the house, intend on jogging all her worries away, it was
either that or enlist in some infamous cult and get some serious brainwashing done. Either way, she wasn't going to outrun
reality. Eventually she would have to go back to Larkhall and confront her own insecurities and fears but for now it was just
Helen and the road, partners in crime.
The next day…
A single beam of sunlight flittered through the
curtains, leaving a trail of dust-particles floating in the air. The obnoxious light sought out the figure that was still
lying on the bed at this late hour, desperate in waking lazy bones Stewart.
Helen was sure a conspiracy had been plotted
against her and she vowed she would extinguish the sun if she ever got the opportunity to do so. After her late jog yesterday
Helen came home to a house that seemed even emptier and lonelier than when she left it. Without even thinking about the certain
consequences she had grabbed a bottle of wodka and taken it to bed. After a while the bottle seemed more and more talkative
and she even discussed some serious life-issues with Mister Smirnoff, debating life-altering topics like when peeling an egg,
should you start from the top or from the bottom upwards, the pros, the cons…the usual stuff.
"Ow! My head feels
like I've just had a luncheon with Hollamby…jeeeeez…"
'Aha, that's what you get for…'
"Oh damn! You're
back too! This day couldn't get any worse now could it."
'Don't be a sourpuss! Look at the bright side of it…euhm…there's
isn't one in particular I can think of at the moment but…lemme get back with ya on that one! Now get your shapely arse
out of bed, into the shower and than to work 'cause you're already running late!!'
"Oh no!"
The alarmclock indicated
08:05 and she had a meeting with her discussiongroup at 08:30.
"Why didn't my alarm go off!? Why didn't you wake me!?
WHERE ARE MY BLOODY SLIPPERS!!"
As quickly as she could, and shouting along the way, Helen flung herself out of bed, not
aware of the numb state her legs where in and so falling unceremoniously on her butt.
=THUMB=
"OUCH! GODDAMMIT! THAT
DOES IT!! ^$:m!"§éà'é^m!!"
And with that Helen hurled herself in the bathroom, slamming the door with almost religious
conviction.
Larkhall:
"Well will you look at this! Where's the world coming to for crying out loud!" Silvia
Hollamby cried out.
Dominique, Fenner and Hollamby where sitting in the warden-quarters, enjoying their morning cup of
thea and reading the papers.
"They are going to permit immigrants to vote next election-time! I am telling you, this country's
falling apart like a cucumber-pie!" she explained.
"So true Silvia, so true. Just wait till they get thrown off their pedestal
by Sir Mohammed Jalhalla! They'll think again when this country doesn't belong to us Brits anymore! Don't you think so Dom?"
Fenner declared with a sneer on his face.
Dominique McAllister, the youngest warden on the block, who had remained a silent
observer the whole time, had been wondering what was wrong with these people. Without adding his 2 cents he drained his cup
in one mighty swallow and walked out of the room. Not noticing the smirks Fenner and Bodybag exchanged behind his back.
He
was so tired of it all! Their sickening behaviour had made him physically sick on more than one occasion. They were always
complaining, always giving critique on everything, patronizing and abusing the inmates… not to mention the corruption
going on. He knew they ought to be on the same side and that he should be able to trust them 'cause if there ever was a time
he needed them he had to know he could rely on them for 100%. But after all the things he had seen, after all the wrongs done
to the inmates that he had allowed to happen…
At these times he thought about "Serpico", one of his all-time favourite
heroes. Now what would Serpico do if he were in my shoes? He would probably find some inventive way to lure them in a trap,
make use of their incertitude and then catch them all when their on the brink of some shady deal…heehee…and Al
would play it to the perfection…hmmm, so would he.
And with those kind of thoughts rampant in his head, Dom walked
towards the mess hall.
"I say we let Lauren bring it in and then it'll just be a matter of finding the perfect hiding-spot."
"Listen
Denny," Yvonne spoke, " how will Lauren get it in aye? It's not as if she could tuck it away in her blouse now is it? No,
we need someone in the inside to get it for us and by the way, I've been putting Lauren too much in harms way lately as it
is. She's going to college next month and I don't want to be the cause of her expulsion from campus-grounds if she ever got
caught sneaking something in. I just don't want her ending up in here like dear ol' mom, that's for sure!"
"Yeah." Julie
S. added
"Right on ya." Julie J. supplied.
"And what do YOU propose then? Mail delivery? Stuff it in an envelope and
send it to us?" Shell commented.
"If you have nothing constructive to say why don't you just bugger off blondie!" Yvonne
retorted, "And shove that sarcasm while you're at it, doesn't suit you love."
Listlessly Nikki approached the table and
let herself fall in one of the ugly chairs that adorned the mess hall.
"So, what are you guys up to again?"
"Now why
would we be up to something?" Julie J. asked seemingly hurt by Nikki's assumptions.
"Yeah, why would we?" Julie S. added
equally hurt.
"Because you two are always up to something, that's why!"
"Hey Nikki," Yvonne came to the Jules' rescue,
"we're ALL in this. But how did YOU know we were up to something?"
"How? I could see the plotting and scheming from way
back in my shed! It's not such a covered up op. this time, not like the ones I am used to with the two Jules. Either they
are intentionally slipping up or they are just getting old. SO! Fess up! Whatcha all planning this time?"
While the two
Julies shared an angry stare which was pointed towards Nikki afterwards, Yvonne relayed the story to Nikki. How they happened
to stumble on the knowledge that Mister McAllister's birthday was coming up and how they wanted to get him a cake with all
the trimmings on it.
"Okay, call me daft, but why not make it yourself in the kitchen?" Nikki interjected.
And this
was Crystal's area of expertise, so she answered; "Do you think we get that amount of sugar? Or cream? Or even the necessary
appliances? Get real sister!"
"Oh, well pardon you me! And why don't you let Crystal's sweetheart bring it in? What's his
name? Josh!"
"Because a cake's a bit harder to hide in a toolbox now is it?" Crystal answered immediately.
"Yeah, it's
too difficult for him to get that in, and costly too." Denny said.
"Now money's no problem but the getting-in problem remains,"
Yvonne retorted pensively," who would help us get it in?"
When those final words had left Yvonne's mouth the sound
of keys clashing against iron was heard throughout the mess hall and in came Miss Stewart, sporting a healthy red shade on
her cheeks, well you couldn't say she didn't have the grace to blush when she came too late.
With vigour she marched straight
to her goal, the warden-quarters to fill write her name on the raster and get to her appointed room, intend on salvaging the
most of her dignity.
Yvonne watched her until she was well out of sight and than declared; "Ladies, I think the answer
to our prayers has just left this room!" and with a smile on her face she sat back in her chair.
"Who?" Julie S. asked
filled with excitement.
"Yeah, who?" Julie J. repeated, evenly intrigued.
"Miss Stewart ofcourse!!"
"WHAT!?" Nikki
shouted, "That's utterly ridiculous! What demented fig of your imagination gave you that idea if I may ask!?"
"Come on
Nikki, think about it! She can get it in and out unnoticed! She doesn't have to answer to the wing-governor! She fancies you!
So if you would ask her it's a done deal!" Yvonne explained.
"Do you guys think me mad!!! There isn't one hair on my head
that even CONSIDERS asking her that! Do you understand!!? And why don't you all grow a brain and realize that that Scottish
tart's main and only priority is her job!! Now, if you lot don't mind, I have something better to do elsewhere!"
And with
that Nikki jumped out of her chair and practically run towards the stairs and her cell.
"So…I see things have been
evolving between those two…but not for the better me thinks." Yvonne silently added "Well, does anyone else have a better
idea?"
Nikki made a mad dash for her cell, eliciting more than one 'Hey watch it!' on her way.
She was seeding angry!
How could they!? Of all the people in here they had to choose ME!
"It's not enough that I have to see her once in a while
in the hall but they still feel the need to remind me of her every single chance they got don't they!!"
Although Nikki
knew all too well why Helen was the best person for the job and why they had asked her to get the message through, she couldn't
resist the opportunity to vent about her current situation.
The one woman who had given her the most prized possession
in a prison, hope, had rejected her. Nikki knew she would never find another like Helen even if she travelled to all-known
countries, she was one of a kind. Someone who had given her a glimpse of the life she could've lead if she hadn't done what
she did that faithful night, one who had taught her that love can be find in the oddest of places, amongst the oddest people,
one who had given her a new meaning in life and for that, she would be eternally grateful. Even if it meant loosing her.
At
that moment a head appeared in the doorway.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Well talk of the devil." mumbled Nikki.
"Say
what?"
"Oh, nothing." An embarrassed little smile followed Nikki's words but as sudden as it had appeared it was gone,
replaced by a cool mask of indifference, "It's nothing, what do you want?"
With an audible sigh Helen entered the cell
and stood a few feet away from Nikki, trying to remain at a distance, trying to hide how she felt. If that big oaf only knew…
"Well
I am here to ask you if you would come back to the lifers-group, it's really useful for women in your situation and you should
be able to .."
"Oh cut the crap Miss Stewart! Why are you here? Is it to get me to go to that sorry excuse you humorously
call a "discussiongroup" or is it something else?"
The way Nikki had called her Miss Stewart didn't go by Helen unnoticed
and the cold intense look she was getting from her former friend neither. Gods she was so close, if I could just touch her,
hold her… But she couldn't help feeling the anger bubbling up. It wasn't as if SHE had such an easy time dealing with
whatever happened between them. It isn't as if she just threw away her future with Sean for the fun of it. Why couldn't this
stubborn woman see that what she was trying to do was for their own good.
"Gods Nikki, you really are thick aren't you!
You can't even grasp what you're asking of me now can you? Well I had enough, you may whiter away here for all I care, have
a nice life!"
Helen turned away from Nikki and walked out of the cell, it almost felt symbolic to her. She was walking
away from Nikki.
But as soon as she had left the small space she felt an immense sadness wash over her like a cold blanket
enveloping her whole, filling her heart with a void that only one could fill.
'Oh Nikki, I'll miss you so my love.'
Nikki
on her part just stared at the space Helen had just vacated.
'Could it be? Did she just loose the most important person
of her life? The single woman that made her feel so complete and happy?'
An intense dread made itself master of Nikki's
body. It seemed as if the walls were closing in on her, as if the air was quickly sucked out of the room and she was going
to suffocate if she didn't manage to get out! She longed to get out of there, out of her cell, out of Larkhall, but her legs
wouldn't budge. The only thing she could do… was sit there…sit and try to cope with what she could've had if she
hadn't been so stupid…but suddenly the silence was brutally ended with gunshots, followed by blood-chilling screams
interrupted by angry shouts of men whose voices she didn't recognize.
Nikki had no idea what was going on but the immense
noise only became louder and than another salvo of shots was heard above the screaming and if on cue, a terrifying thought
reared it's ugly head; "Helen 's down there!!"
