Under Arrest (Scömìche)

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*Fun fact about Under Arrest: It was actually going to be a one-shot about a police officer (Scott) who caught a criminal (Mitch) but then was seduced out of arresting him. Unfortunately, I literally had no inspiration to write it, then I started brainstorming other ideas that I was more enthusiastic about, and then this version of Under Arrest came to be.*

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Alex. I was beginning to get tired of hearing his name and seeing him all over Scott. While I have no right to be jealous, and I probably have nothing to worry about, I could help but be furious that he was talking to my Scott that much.

Aside from Alex being a nuisance, I actually had a good time getting to know Avi and Kevin. We actually had a lot more in common that I assumed: we all liked music (Kevin even played the cello!) and we were all somewhat misunderstood. They didn't seem to have a problem telling me why they were arrested. Kevin was in prison for tax fraud, and Avi was there because of motor vehicle theft. They knew each other before they came to prison, so that's why they were friends. The only problem was that Kevin would be out sooner than Avi. I felt sort of bad for them.

What made me a bit upset though, was that they were so open to telling me what happened with them, but Scott refused to. I just needed some patience.

Anyways, that night, I could not go to sleep no matter what I tried. Don't get me wrong, it usually took me a long time to sleep because the beds were so uncomfortable, but never that long. Naturally, as I accepted that I'd probably be up all night, I began to get hungry. I reached for a bag of chips that I'd saved in case something like this happened. As I was doing so, I heard Scott mumble something in his sleep. After, he began tossing and turning, and I could barely make out small beads of sweat forming on his foreheads through the darkness.

"Scott?" I whispered. He didn't reply. "Scott?" I repeated slightly louder, since I had concluded he was probably having a nightmare.

He went silent for a second, then shot up suddenly. He wiped his forehead and sighed, attempting to catch his breath.

"Did you have another nightmare?" I asked quietly, making sure to not let the guard who was standing a few feet from our cell hear us.

"I couldn't save her," he responded, sending chills down my spine.

"Wh-who? Who couldn't you save?" I coaxed, trying to get more information out of him.

"L-Lauren." My eyes widened.

"Your wife?" Scott tilted his head at me, perplexed.

"Wife? No, no, my sister. I'm not married." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, right. Do you want to talk about your dream?"

"It was the same one I told you about a couple weeks ago. About the cabin."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I wondered.

"This is going to sound strange, but... will you sleep with me?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure if I heard him correctly. "Excuse me?"

Once he realized what he said, a mortified expression came to his face. "Not in a weird way! I'm sorry!" I blushed.

"No, I get it." I sat up from my bed and rubbed my eyes, before quickly tiptoeing to his bed. He scooted over and made room for me, and I awkwardly sat down.

"You can lay down, I don't bite," he teased. I obeyed, and laid down on his pillow. He put his arm around me, enveloping me in his warmth, and after a while, I ended up falling asleep.