Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Ten: Dangerous Encounters

Sorry, this was meant to be created earlier after "Guards" so it's a little late and I deleted chapter 9. Also thanks for your comments last chapter. And I did find a good super old copy of the original thing before I edited about 80% of it. Oh well. It's better than starting from the ground up. 😊❤️ FYI: Shorthaired Jesus 😍😍😍

Mac froze when he saw Jesus standing there, quiet and with wide eyes. Mac stiffened his jaw before shoving past his rival, storming down the hall towards the rec-room.

Jesus watched Mac leave before turning back to the janitor closet. After a moment, Officer Holden emerged, looking a little scared, and yet trying to keep a tough demeanor. When she saw Jesus standing there, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing could come out. Then she stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked briskly towards the guard lounge.

Jesus glanced back at where Mac had disappeared to, and bit his lip. So that's why Mac was here. For crimes under the influence of drugs. But in all honesty, Jesus wasn't that surprised. Mac still had some meth-hicks on his chest, though he didn't know that Jesus was aware of them. He had glimpsed them once during a shower, and typical guy code was not to look at anyone. But Jesus hadn't been able to help himself, and had sneaked a glance at Mac. Though it had some spots, Mac's chest was broad, sturdy, and sexy.

But Mac was in there for rape and murder as well.

Jesus glanced back at the janitor closet, knowing that it probably wasn't clean like it was supposed to be. And if the warden saw that it wasn't clean, then Mac would get into trouble. Jesus didn't want that. There'd be total anarchy, and some Saints may die. Plus solitary confinement was the equivalent to torture. Despite them being rivals, Jesus didn't want Mac to be tortured.

He slid into the janitor's closet, closing the door softly and grabbing the clipboard, going through the supplies and marking how many they had. He found that everything was accounted for, and they only needed to restock on air freshener, though he knew the warden probably wouldn't bother getting more.

He left the janitor closet and glanced to the left, where Mac had disappeared. He bit the corner of his lip. Was Mac ok? He swallowed a lump in his throats and glanced down in the direction that Officer Holden had vanished to. Jesus couldn't help but feel sorry for Mac. He had no control over what the drugs made him do, and he clearly regretted it.

Jesus headed down the hall after Mac, wanting to help him. He knew what it was like being guilty of something he didn't want to do. After all, Jesus had accidentally killed 13 civilians due to a robbery gone wrong. He still hadn't forgiven Alex for forcing him to take hostages.

As he was rounding a corner, he heard a door slam shut, and quick, heavy footsteps started trudging in the opposite direction. Jesus took a glance around the corner and saw Mac heading away, shoulders stiff and head down. He still seemed upset about what had happened in the closet, so Jesus pursued, trying to stay quiet. His training in martial arts really helped him stay quiet.

Mac trudged into the gym, letting the heavy doors slam shut. Jesus paused, staring  at the large grey doors. The gym was Heathen territory, and no Saints were allowed there while Mac and other Heathens were inside. Jesus bit his lip and glanced around, waiting for a moment. Then he decided to go in, pretending he didn't know anyone else was in there. Besides, Mac's goons, T-Dog and Rick, would usually be outside to make sure no Saints would get in while their leader was inside.

Jesus pushed the doors open, just as Mac was removing his wife beater, once again revealing his sexy upper body and arms. Those arms...

Mac whipped around to glare at Jesus. "The fuck are ya doin' here?" He demanded.