Filling the Silence, ConvictStuck AU
Did a short thing for the ConvictStuck AU (which you should take a look at if you haven’t already). Credit to the mods, really enjoying it so far. Apologies for how terrible Jake’s dialogue is.
Summary: Jake and Dave have a little chat through the doors in solitary after a fight breaks out.
You can’t say you like the silence because that’d be a lie. You hate it, to be honest and you’re pretty sure the only thing keeping you from going off the deep end like English is that you don’t like the taste of your own blood. You don’t like the taste of anyone else’s either and with that stupid clown around, that’s saying something.
He’s not here anymore though and the last two days have alternated between being heaven and hell. It’s a pretty good mix, you’ll take it. You’ve finally got the top bunk, brand spakin’ new mattress and all. You don’t have to listen to that guy hum his stupid carnival shit all over and there’s not extra set of feet to tap and tap and tap against the floor.
But it’s too quiet, at least, relatively speaking, and you can’t even enjoy it on the feather bed they probably dropped into your cell for whatever poor slob gets thrown in with you.
Instead you’re stuck with a rickety cot you wouldn’t trust your bro’s smokes on, a cold floor, and six inches of sickly yellow light streaming in from the flaps on the door.
Three cells down you can hear English, mumbling around the fingers that are likely stuck in his mouth again and it almost makes you smile.
Solitary isn’t so bad with a little distraction. You’ll have to thank him later if you get the chance. He’ll probably just smile at you, reach to pat your shoulder before he remembers his wrists are chained to his feet, and tell you that’s just what good ‘chums’ do.