I Thought So [Yancy x reader Fan-fic]

Chapter 05: Repercussions

As you walked further down the hallway, you realized that you didn't know where you were going. You had no clue where the cell block was or where anything was, really. "Where is the cell block, Mark?" You looked upwards for a split second and saw Mark's face. He was looking at you with confusion.

"Didn't you take the 'tour' of the prison?"

Your heart stopped. Oh no. That's what you've forgotten. How could you be such an idiot? How could you forget about someone you care about? You're a twit. A full blown ninny who couldn't even remember one simple thing. You're a--

"Uh, hey... are you alright? If you forgot, there's no need to beat yourself up. Trust me, been there, done that." You didn't answer him, your mind going elsewhere. As Mark was saying something else, you ignored him. You just-- you can't believe that you had forgotten something so simple. As you were quietly giving yourself a mouthful, Mark slowly inched his way over to your shoulder and pinched it. Hard. You jolted up in pain and Mark successfully brought yourself out of your toxic mind.

"What the hell, man?!" You yelled, angry that he pinched you.

"I needed to get your attention somehow," Mark exclaimed as he slowly rubbed the shoulder that he pinched, "Also, that isn't healthy." You opened your mouth to rebuke but he immediately shushed you. "Trust me, okay?" You nodded your head and Mark started to lead you to the cell block.

* * *

"Aaaand here we are: Home sweet cell," Mark sarcastically said. The cell itself is not noteworthy. It is a cell after all. You walked through the open cell door and gently placed Mark on the bottom bunk. Mark mumbled a thanks and leaned against the wall, closing both of his eyes. "You can take a look around, you know? Mi casa es su casa... or something like that." As you started to look around the place, Mark cracked open one eye and looked at you. Did he know that there was practically nothing in his cell? Yes, yes he did. Mark watched as you looked over everything in his cell like there was a secret behind everything. Mark smiled at that. It reminded Mark of himself when he got here; always curious about everything. And, he still is. Afterall he was the one that hid behind the plastic trees while you were talking to Ellie and Eum(?).

Mark inwardly winced at how awful that sounded. It sounded like he was stalking you! To be completely honest, he wasn't. Mark was trying to throw his tray away and saw you sitting there with Ellie. He didn't want Ellie to see him because... well... they didn't exactly leave on good terms. It wasn't Mark's fault that he didn't know how to fly a helicopter! Sure, he was a man with many talents but COME ON. There was a perfectly good Jeep sitting right next to the chopper and they would have driven off into the sunset with the box from the museum. But no. Ellie had to 'do it for the meme'. Mark groaned into his hands, frustrated at the whole situation.

"Are you okay?"

Mark slid his hands down his face and looked at you with annoyance. "Seriously? I get beaten up to a bloody pulp and that's what you ask me?"

You flinched. Ow. What was wrong with him? You just asked him a question. Granted, it wasn't a good one but he didn't have to be an asshole about it. "Well, it isn't my fault you decided to fight someone that isn't your own size."

Mark's eyes narrowed. "Was that a short joke?"

"You know what? Sure," You threw your hands up in the air, already done with this fight. "Once you've decided to stop being an asshole, I'll come back to our cell." With that being said, you walked out of the cell in fumes.

Mark watched you leave, his face twisted in anger. Whether he was angry at you or at himself, he didn't know. Frankly, he didn't care either.

* * *

You walked throughout the prison hall, silently fuming at how Mark was acting towards you. All you asked was a very simple question. And guess what? He directed the whole question right back to you. Mocking you on how you asked if he was okay. Did somebody piss in his cereal or something?? You shook your head, trying to dissolve any angry thoughts. You need to act like the bigger person-- let him through his stupid tempertantrum. Just... try not to throw one yourself. Ha. If only it was easier than it sounded; You are naturally hot-headed (you have this death stare that would make anyone uneasy).

"I'm gonna go to the cafeteria and get water to cool down... and to keep a cool head," you muttered to yourself as you made a quick u-turn at the end of the hall, "and hopefully, I can talk to Mr. Murderslaughter about my sleeping quarters." You winced at the term 'sleeping quarters'. You seriously need to stop watching/reading old movies/books (technically you kinda are because, well, prison).

You looked around the halls, your mind clearly elsewhere. As you were thinking about the day, you smacked into a wall. You rubbed your face and-- oh no. that wasn't a wall.

You ran into Ellie.