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Love & Corrections

Summary:

› A Vera Bennett & Joan Ferguson Fanfic ‹

Notes:

Hello, fellow freakytits fans!

This will not follow the storyline, word for word. I will more than likely make major changes to it (I don't like Joan in teal :3) and order of things may be altered, just telling to avoid confusion! ((:
Also, I am in no way shape or form, particularly good at writing. This is also my first time writing a F/F fanfic! I have previously wrote a Rick Grimes/OC (TWD - M/F) fanfic that currently has just under 40,000 reads but that's about it.

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy thinking up cute freakytits things, hehehe! ^-^

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Chapter Text

 

Vera Bennett smiled warmly at the woman standing beside her. It had been a week since she moved in with her girlfriend, Joan Ferguson, who also happened to be her boss. She wasn't even sure if the label girlfriend was right. It sounded childish to Vera and Joan would most certainly agree. They were partners in corrections, not crime. The thought almost made Vera laugh.

They were currently looking over the CCTV with Linda Miles, an officer at Wentworth. Vera knew that Linda was the queen of contraband and gossip at the prison. She was unsure on whether Joan knew or not and if she did, she did nothing obvious about it. Vera had given her fair share of contraband out, usually in exchange for something. She tried to avoid getting involved, it made her feel guilty.

The Governor's eyebrows furrowed as she watched over the prisoners in the Cafeteria for breakfast. Tensions were running high in the prison lately. There was talk of some of the inmates planning on taking down Franky Doyle as Top Dog. Many inmates wanted Bea Smith to replace her and be their voice and leader. Joan also wanted Bea as Top Dog, she'd keep drugs out of the prison due to what happened to her daughter, Debbie. Bea was sentenced to prison for 12 years.

"Miss Miles, escort Smith to my office now," the Governor ordered, turning swiftly around to leave the CCTV room. Vera followed her, walking twice the speed just to keep up with Joan's long stride.

"Vera, I'm going to make sure Smith is ready for this.. She seems distracted with something else," Joan informed Vera of what she was planning to do. Vera nodded in agreement. The pair walked close enough for their hands to brush against each other's. They couldn't risk letting anyone find out about them in the prison. Especially the women, if they found out, they'd be out for Vera. Joan couldn't risk Vera's life or her own job.

"Do you think Bea will take over?" Vera asked, looking up at Joan.

"I do," Joan answered simply. Vera agreed. It was amazing how one person's opinion could spread to everyone in a matter of days in this prison. All it took was one person to convince another and so on. The pair made it to the Governor's office.

"Wait outside, I'll inform you of what Bea tells me afterwards," the Governor spoke, leaving no room for discussion. Vera nodded, just as Bea and Linda turned up.  Bea and Joan went inside the office, closing the door behind them.

 

"You able to take her back to her unit? My shift's over," Linda questioned Vera. Vera nodded and gave her a small smile.

"Of course, see you later," Vera spoke kindly. Linda grinned before walking off. Vera leaned against the wall, stuck in her own thoughts, not paying any attention. She was supposed to cook tonight and she hadn't decided on what she was going to make. Sh-..

"Hey Vera," Fletch drawled out. He stumbled towards Vera. She straightened up immediately at the sight. Was he drunk? Vera watched him stumbling closer towards her. She knew he was having a rough time with personal issues but he shouldn't ever turn up to work like this!

"What do you want, Fletch? Aren't you supposed to be in the yard?" Vera huffed with annoyance at his stupidity.

"Y-.. you," he grinned mischievously. Vera cringed at his words. He was never like this.

"Are you drunk? Go home. I'm not interested. Do not ever turn up to work like this! This is an official warning, go to the yard," Vera scolded, frowning at him. Fletch was much bigger and taller than Vera, which scared her. Especially when he was in the state he was in.

Fletch pinned Vera against the wall, making her gasp. She tried pushing him off of herself.

"What the fuck! Get off of me!" Vera exclaimed in panic. Fletch sloppily kissed Vera's neck, making her panic even more. She lifted her leg, right between his legs, kicking him where it hurt most. He groaned and stumbled backwards. She breathed in sharply.

Vera knew she couldn't leave this spot, she had to escort Smith back to her unit. Fletch stood up, finally finished groaning.

"Go home, Mr Fletcher," Vera growled in anger from his actions. Fletch frowned at her and went at her again. Pushing her up against the wall with a lot of force, making her winded. She gasped for air. Tears prickled her eyes as she felt like she couldn't breathe. Fletch didn't move, he just stood there.

"Mr Fletcher!" a demanding voice spoke, making him back off Vera. He raised his hands up in surrender before stumbling off to only God knows where. Hopefully to his post, in the yard. Vera blinked incoming tears away and stood up straight. She still was out of breath.

"Governor, Linda left, her shift ended. I'll escort Smith," Vera spoke as calmly as possible. Joan was still glaring at where Fletch had stalked off to.

"Governor," Vera repeated trying to get her attention. The Russian woman's eyes drifted back to Vera who was bright red from being winded. Concern and worry was written all over Joan's face. Joan didn't know what Fletcher had done to her or attempted to do. She did know that he was getting lazier and lazier. She had never liked him and from what she suspected that he attempted to do, she hated him even more.

"No.. I'll escort her. Wait in my office, Vera," she said, gazing at Vera with a comforting look. Vera nodded, stepping aside from the doorway to allow Smith to leave. Bea glanced at Vera for less than a second before following Joan to cell block H.

Vera sighed, finally being alone. She stalked off into Joan's office, closing the door behind her. She blinked a few times, allowing some tears to fall. She took in a deep breath.

 

One...

 

Two..

 

Three.

 

She let it out and repeated a few more times to calm herself down. She sat down at one of the seats in front of Joan's desk. The room smelt faintly of hand sanitizer, making Vera roll her eyes. Joan's obsession with cleanliness.

The door opened, making Vera straighten up. The door closed again.

"Ver-"

"What did you tell Bea?" Vera interrupted, making Joan frown at her in annoyance. Vera didn't want to talk about what just happened. She didn't want to worry Joan nor, did she want Joan to fire him. She figured today was just a really bad day for him.

"I just made sure she knew what to expect from the prisoners and Doyle... Vera," Joan started again.

Vera huffed, "Joan."

"Don't brush off what just happened," Joan stated firmly, leaving no room for argument, however, Vera still argued back.

"What happened?" Vera questioned, looking up at the tall woman standing behind her desk. Joan glared at her. Vera was being stubborn which wasn't unusual but, it was far from helpful in this situation. 

"Look, just tell me what that pathetic excuse of a human did to you. Was he drunk? If h-" Joan was cut off again much to her annoyance. She remained as calm as she could. Joan could see right through Vera's act. She was simply trying to hold it together.

"Joan, it doesn't matter. Is there anything else?" Vera dismissed the subject. Vera stood up and moved towards the door. Joan got there just before she went to open the door. She grabbed her wrist, turning her back around to face her. Vera looked up at the tall, authoritative woman. Joan's hand moved to capture Vera's. She squeezed it lightly.

"Talk to me when you can.." she spoke softly to the younger woman. Vera's eyebrows furrowed before nodding. It’s not very often when Vera got to see the truly softer side to this woman. She was still very closed off at times which made things difficult. Day by day, Joan did open up to her a little more and it intrigued her. She gave Joan one last smile before turning around and leaving to go to the cafeteria.

 

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They were one officer short for the rest of the day with Fletcher leaving after his incident with Vera. Vera avoided talking unless it was to a prisoner. She couldn't wrap her head around who she considered a friend, coming onto her like that. She wasn't sure how she felt about it all. She knew Fletch was having a rough time... but for him to do that, was uncalled for. The fact that he came to work drunk was confusing to her. Vera knew he has had issues with drinking in his past but, she thought he had moved on from that part of his life -- well, that is what he told her a few weeks back.

She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and took a sip before placing it back down. It was cold now. She could've been going home to Joan who left just over two hours ago. Just as she was thinking about Joan, her phone beeped, signalling a text message.

'Your shift ended an hour ago, where are you?'

Vera twiddled her thumbs, thinking of what to reply. What was she doing here still? She could be curled up on the couch next to the one person she loves.

'Just had to clean up the Rec Room, someone left a bunch of papers. On my way now. x'

A small lie. She shoved her phone in her clear bag and stood up, picking up the half empty cup of coffee. She pushed the chair in with her foot and then made her way to the sink. Vera poured the remaining coffee down the drain and washed the cup out before placing it in it's rightful place, next to everyone else's.

Her phone beeped again. She unzipped her bag to look at the text.

'Okay, I'll warm up your dinner! xx'

Vera frowned. She was supposed to cook. She suddenly felt bad for not leaving earlier. Joan would've gave up on waiting and cooked herself. She would make up for it tomorrow, she decided. Vera placed her phone back in her bag and zipped it up. She left the Rec Room the way it was when she came in.