They Won't Even Notice

Crimes

A/N:

Yay, new story! Anyways, I just thought of this idea and jumped straight into it, even though I don't have a complete plot. This story's going to be short, four chapters at most. I probably won't have a consistent update schedule for this, but I'll try not to delay it for more than a week (COUGHHeatHazeChapter6COUGH). Oh, and things aren't probably going to be strictly canon, mainly because Space Jail literally had only four cells that were shown.

What is your crime? We all sin.

For some, it's cheating and stealing, while for others it was grave as slaughter. Well, for Nick, it was none of these. For Nick, it was much worse.

"Nick C-36?" the warden asked. 

"Yes," she flipped through the packet of papers in her hand.

"Tampered Council documents? That's a new one," Nick shifted. Technically, it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault at all. That other one was to blame. And he suffered the consequences. The other one was probably reaping the benefits while he had handcuffs behind his back and an orange jumpsuit.

"A quiet one, aren't we? Well, it doesn't matter. You're still receiving the same punishment," she signals to the guard standing behind him. "T-255, take him to Cell Block E, cell 683-F," the next thing Nick knows, he's being led out of the entrance and into a hallway. 

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Cell Block E is nothing Nick imagined it would be. He was told that only the worst criminals were ever sent to Space Jail, that if anyone stepped out of line too far they would rot in a cell. He thought that the place would be reeking with dust and mold, that there would be loud noises keeping people up at night. The whole area would be complete and utter filth. But he was wrong. The block was deafeningly quiet. It was pristine, the white walls hiding the horrible people held in them. The only things he heard was their footsteps. The flooring was cold underneath his bare feet, something that wasn't the same as the entrance was. They stop in front of a steel door. It was tall, staring him down like a vicious predator. It was marked "683-F". 

"Get in," the guard tells him, unlocking the door. The cell was a small corridor, probably just wide enough for both of his hands to touch the opposite side of the room. Inside, there was a singular bed, a desk, and a toilet. It was also poorly lit. Nick doesn't move for a second. 

"I said, get in," the guard pushes him inside. The slam of the door echoes in the room. He can hear the door locking. Almost instantly, the handcuffs unlock from his hands, falling onto the floor.  "We check on the cells every hour. The lights will go out once it is lights out, and any convict attempting escape will be met with an untimely end. Got that, C-36?" It wasn't unusual that Nick was called by his universe number, but it certainly was uncomfortable. Last time someone just called him "C-36" was when he was arrested. 

"I understand," he said solemnly.

"Good. And don't even think about calling for help. The walls are sound proof," the guard leaves him, his footsteps dying away.

Those were the last words he heard for the next four months.

A/N

The Nick from the Nick and Jon Show's number is C-37.

But anyways, thanks for reading!