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What We Have To Do To Survive

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It happened right after lockdown. Franky and the rest of the girls in H1 were hanging out in the communal area dressed in pajamas. Just taking the time to unwind after another day when they hear the sound of the bars being unlocked and slid open.

Mr. Stewart is at the gate. Miss Westfall next to him holding a laundry basket.

There are a chorus of voices asking what’s going on. Showing surprise that Ms. Westfall has found herself in prison with them.

Liz, Allie, and Boomer talking over each other. 

Everyone but Franky who is hanging back. She wants nothing more than to rush to Bridget and take her in arms and hide her from the harsh reality that she has found herself in. Every fiber of her being wants to or better yet needs to keep Bridget safe, but the brunette isn’t sure if that’s really in her place anymore. It was only a couple of days ago that Bridget had resigned from the prison and broke up with her. Its hard not knowing where they stand.

“Hey!” Franky’s voice rises above the noise holding authority. She can tell that Bridget is starting to feel overwhelmed. “Give her some fucking space. She doesn’t need all of you in her face asking questions right now.”

“Franky’s right.” Liz says. “You’ll be in Doreen’s old cell. I’m guessing I don’t need to go over the rules with you?”

“No.” Bridget says speaking for the first time. “Thank you, Liz.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Westfall.”


The other women say goodnight and Franky and Bridget are left alone. The brunette walks up to her taking the laundry basket from her and walking to Bridget’s new cell. The psychologist follows her in and shuts the door behind them.

“Gidge. What the fuck happened? What are you doing here?” Franky asks setting the basket down on the desk.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now. I just want you to hold me.” Bridget says, voice breaking.

Franky wastes no time pulling her into her arms. Wrapping her in a tight hug. Without her heels on, Bridget is tiny. The perfect height to bury her head into the crook of Franky’s neck. The brunette can feel the hot tears against her skin.

“I got ya Gidge. I got ya. I’m not gonna let anything happen to ya.” Franky pulls pack some moving her hands to Bridget’s jaw and tilting her head up.

They kiss even more desperate than that day in Bridget’s office. Their kiss trying to make up for the last several months. After months of being deprived of each other, there is a need to make up for that time. Franky’s hands move from Bridget’s face to her ass squeezing.

Franky backs Bridget up until her knees hit the mattress and they fall back onto the bed. They find comfort in each other. Hands wandering under shirts. She finds a particularly sensitive spot on Bridget’s neck causing her to moan.

“We’ve got to be quiet.” Franky says. Normally she wouldn’t care. She never really tried to hide what her and Kim were doing behind a closed cell door. But this is her Gidget and she isn’t like any of the other girls she had been with.

Then Franky finds Bridget’s lips again letting her hand find the fly on her jeans and Bridget does the same dipping her hand under the waistband of Franky’s pants.

They take as much time with each other as they can. Taking that time to reconnect with one another. They come within seconds of each other. Lips together in a kiss to muffle the sound and then they cling to each other. Partly because its necessary. There’s not much room on the twin bed, but mostly because they just need to have that contact with each other.

They’re both breathless and sweaty, half-dressed mussed hair. “I love you. I love you and I’m gonna protect ya. I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about coming near ya.”

“You’re not going to do anything that’ll get you in trouble. I mean it Franky. You need to keep your head down and focus on getting out of here.”

“Nuh, if you’re stuck in here than I am too. What happened Gidge? What do they think that you did?”

“I went out for a drink. I remember ordering a drink and then nothing else. They said I crashed my car. Someone else got hurt. They said the chargers were for drink driving and reckless endangerment, but I wasn’t drunk.”

“Someone slipped something in your drink?”

“They must have because I can’t remember anything else.”

“Maybe its the same person who set me up for Pennisi, but who would have a vendetta against us?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Let me up for a second. I’m gonna go get ya some of my clothes to wear to bed.” Franky says standing from the bed and fixing her own clothing. She slips in and out of the cell as quietly as possible. Coming back with a shirt and some sweatpants. Thought too big would be much more comfortable to sleep in than jeans. “Its alright if I sleep in, here right?”

“Of course, it is, baby. You don’t even have to ask.”

“I just don’t really know where we stand. The last time I saw you, you broke up with me and I don’t want that. I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you too.” Bridget says. “I thought that ending things and quitting my job would make things easier for me, but it didn’t. It made things harder. I missed you. I missed you so much and that’s only after a couple of days.”

“Gidge. I feel like I need to tell ya this because I don’t want you to find out from anyone else.”

“What did you do?” Bridget says her tone pointed. “Did you sleep with someone else?”

“No, no, but I did kiss Allie, but we stopped before anything actually happened. It didn’t mean anything. I was upset about you and she was upset about Bea. It was nothing.” Franky says grabbing Bridget’s hands wishing that she didn’t fuck all of this up. “Allie’s my friend, but she was Bea’s girl. I could never cross that line with her.” Her loyalty to Bea just as strong as it was when Bea was alive.

“When did this happen?” Bridget asks.

“After we broke up. I was really upset and I self-sabotaged, but it didn’t mean anything.” Franky stresses again. 

“Then what did Ferguson see?”

“Nothing. That was nothing. Allie and I we were talking about finding a way out of this place and Ferguson caught us in the laundry. We acted like we went in there to hook up, but we just wanted to see where the conveyor belt led to. I’m sorry that you found out that way.”

“Look, I don’t like what you did, but I forgive you. As long as it doesn’t happen again.”

“It won’t. You’re the only one I want.”

“Are you sure? Allie’s younger and more attractive.” Bridget says looking away. Ferguson’s words had hit right in her insecurities.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You’re the only one I want to be with. You’re the only one I’ll ever want to be with.” Franky says letting her hands cup Bridget’s jaw again puling her so their foreheads are pressed together. Their favorite position. Bridget lets her own hands rest on Franky’s cheeks.

“I believe you.”

“We should get to bed. It has to be late.”

Bridget gets changed and they climb into bed. Franky on her back one hand running through Bridget’s short blonde hair. Her head is resting on Franky’s shoulder, arms around her waist. The brunette let her other hand rubbing soothing circles into her girlfriend’s arms. Soothing Bridget until she falls asleep.

Franky doesn’t sleep well that night. She spends most of it awake and watching her Gidget sleep. She hates this. She hates that Bridget is in here and vulnerable. An easy target to the other woman. Her Gidge wasn’t a fighter and what Franky told her was true. She’d kill anyone who decided to mess with her girl.

Bridget’s asleep cuddled into her side. The older woman must have been exhausted after everything she had been through in the past couple of days. There’s no use getting out of Wentworth if Gidge has to stay inside. It wouldn’t be worth it. Not when the thing she wanted most was in here. Maybe she’d be able to convince Bridget to come with her and Allie. Once they came up with a plan. They could run off somewhere together. Change their names get new identities and be happy. Be away from this fucking that keeps fucking up their lives.

Its still early, but Franky decides she can’t lay in bed anymore. She kisses Bridget’s forehead and then slowly attempts to get up from the bed. Getting out of bed without waking her girlfriend is an art she had perfected. Bridget liked to sleep in, while Franky usually woke with the sun. lying in bed just thinking usually wasn’t very good for her. Before Wentworth she’d wake early on a weekend go for a run or the gym, shower, and make breakfast all before Bridget wakes.

Today, she can’t make Bridget breakfast for when she wakes up, but she can get her a cup of tea. Something she usually would do in the morning. Anything to give her girl some sense of normalcy.

Franky is not expecting anyone else to be awake so she jumps when she hears Liz’s voice.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Jesus!” Franky says turning around seeing Liz sitting on the couch knitting. “You scared the shit out of me.” Liz is giving her that look that usually comes with a lecture. “What did I do?’

“Ms. Westfall is here for one night and she was vulnerable and you really slept with her? We all know you have a crush on her, but you couldn’t have waited? I thought you had grown up more.”

“Woah, woah. You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t take advantage of her. She’s my girlfriend.”

Liz looks surprised “since when? Were the rumors true? Were the two of you together-?

Franky interrupts “No, nothing happened then, but Bridget was waiting for me when I was released. We’ve been together ever since. She’s, I love her Liz. She’s it for me. If I can’t have her, I don’t want anyone else.”

“What’s she doing in here?”

“She made a mistake, but Bridget doesn’t belong in here.” Franky says. “I gotta keep her safe, Liz and I’m gonna need everyone’s help to do that.”

“We’ll do what we can love. You know we will. “Liz says. “I’ve never heard you talk about anyone this way.”

“Bridget’s special.” Franky says going back to making Bridget’s tea. “I should get back in there. I don’t want her to wake up alone in her cell.”

Franky walks back into the cell sitting on the bed. Her gaze can only be described as loving. This just might be the biggest strain on their relationship yet, but they’ll make it through. Because they have to. They have no choice.