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cmk418Fandom: OZ
Character/Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Prompt: How they would deal with Keller being paroled somehow before Beecher
A/N: Very AU (sort of canon-in-reverse). Not a fluffy story.
“I’m sorry, Sister. I must be hearing things. I thought you said...”
“Chris Keller is being paroled. There was an incident at Cedar Junction. He saved the warden’s life. That, compiled with the fact that Pancamo has been implicated in Hank Schillinger’s death and Keller has been acquitted of all charges, have resulted in him being awarded parole.”
Toby blinked. This was really happening. Chris was free. He didn’t think it was possible to be both elated and sick to his stomach at the same time, but that was what he felt.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ me,” said Ryan after Toby relayed the news. “I do my fucking time. I’m on my best behavior and K-Boy gets out.”
Toby nodded.
Ryan kept on ranting. “Man, you’ve got to be really cheesed off. Guy breaks your arms and legs...”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Right. You love him. I got news for you, Beecher. He’s out there. You’re in here. He’s gonna have some other slit on her back before he even gives you another thought.”
“Chris wouldn’t do that.”
“I was gonna offer you some quality shit, but you’re already fucked enough as it is.” Ryan walked away with a wave of his arm in dismissal.
Toby stared at the ceiling all night. Images of Chris and the next Kitty or Angelique or Bonnie danced in his head. O’Reily was right. What he had with Keller was just a prison thing, it was one more thing they did to survive the time in here. Out there, it was unnecessary.
Several times during the next week, Toby wondered where Chris was. What he was doing. Who he was doing it with. The postcard came on Friday. The words “Tuesday 2PM” were scrawled in Keller’s unmistakable handwriting. Toby had something to look forward to.
Tuesday at 2 p.m. found Toby in one of the old conjugal rooms, courtesy of some shrewd negotiating by Sister Peter Marie. He heard her quiet voice coming down the hall toward him, then a tap on the door. “Tobias.” He opened up the door. Sister Pete relayed the instructions for the visit, stressing that it was to be for one half hour only. She quickly left the room and Toby was face to face with Chris for the first time in six months.
Very little had changed in Chris during that time. He may have gotten a little more tired around the eyes, but the smile was the same. Even in Oz, Keller always seemed to have the smile of a free man. “Didn’t come here to see you standing halfway across the room,” he said.
Toby shook himself out of his daze and took the few steps separating them. “Chris.” He touched Keller’s face gently.
Chris turned his head slowly and kissed Toby’s fingertips. “Touch me, Tobe. I’m really here. You’re not imagining.”
“I never dreamt...”
“Come here,” Chris said, pulling Toby flush against his body. Their mouths crushed together, opening wide under the onslaught. Hands couldn’t move quickly enough, press hard enough.
“Wait,” said Toby, backing off.
“Beecher, what the hell...”
Toby ran both hands through his hair. “I need to know, Chris. I need to know that this isn’t just a prison thing.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you think I wanna be back in this shithole, Tobe? I came here for you. I came here ‘cause I wanted to be with you.”
“I appreciate that. I really do.”
“Oh yeah?” remarked Chris. That deadly grin was back on his face.
“It’s just... I have my parole hearing in a few weeks. If we’re going to start up again, I really want it to be out there and not in here.”
“Oh.”
“Do you understand?”
“Sure I do. You don’t want to fuck me.”
“It’s not that.”
“Sure, Tobe. Let Sister Pete know I let myself out.”
“Will you wait for me?”
Chris closed the gap between them, kissing Toby passionately. When he drew back, he asked, “When’s your hearing?”
“September twenty-second.”
“So on September twenty-third or so, I’ll see you on the outside.”
“Really?” Toby could hardly believe his ears. Everything was really going to be all right.
“Yeah. That gives me time to run a little errand for Bonnie and after that we’ll have all the time in the world.”
“What errand?”
Two weeks later, when Keller returned to Oz as a prisoner, Tobias Beecher felt that once again, all was right with the world.
Character/Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Prompt: How they would deal with Keller being paroled somehow before Beecher
A/N: Very AU (sort of canon-in-reverse). Not a fluffy story.
“I’m sorry, Sister. I must be hearing things. I thought you said...”
“Chris Keller is being paroled. There was an incident at Cedar Junction. He saved the warden’s life. That, compiled with the fact that Pancamo has been implicated in Hank Schillinger’s death and Keller has been acquitted of all charges, have resulted in him being awarded parole.”
Toby blinked. This was really happening. Chris was free. He didn’t think it was possible to be both elated and sick to his stomach at the same time, but that was what he felt.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ me,” said Ryan after Toby relayed the news. “I do my fucking time. I’m on my best behavior and K-Boy gets out.”
Toby nodded.
Ryan kept on ranting. “Man, you’ve got to be really cheesed off. Guy breaks your arms and legs...”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Right. You love him. I got news for you, Beecher. He’s out there. You’re in here. He’s gonna have some other slit on her back before he even gives you another thought.”
“Chris wouldn’t do that.”
“I was gonna offer you some quality shit, but you’re already fucked enough as it is.” Ryan walked away with a wave of his arm in dismissal.
Toby stared at the ceiling all night. Images of Chris and the next Kitty or Angelique or Bonnie danced in his head. O’Reily was right. What he had with Keller was just a prison thing, it was one more thing they did to survive the time in here. Out there, it was unnecessary.
Several times during the next week, Toby wondered where Chris was. What he was doing. Who he was doing it with. The postcard came on Friday. The words “Tuesday 2PM” were scrawled in Keller’s unmistakable handwriting. Toby had something to look forward to.
Tuesday at 2 p.m. found Toby in one of the old conjugal rooms, courtesy of some shrewd negotiating by Sister Peter Marie. He heard her quiet voice coming down the hall toward him, then a tap on the door. “Tobias.” He opened up the door. Sister Pete relayed the instructions for the visit, stressing that it was to be for one half hour only. She quickly left the room and Toby was face to face with Chris for the first time in six months.
Very little had changed in Chris during that time. He may have gotten a little more tired around the eyes, but the smile was the same. Even in Oz, Keller always seemed to have the smile of a free man. “Didn’t come here to see you standing halfway across the room,” he said.
Toby shook himself out of his daze and took the few steps separating them. “Chris.” He touched Keller’s face gently.
Chris turned his head slowly and kissed Toby’s fingertips. “Touch me, Tobe. I’m really here. You’re not imagining.”
“I never dreamt...”
“Come here,” Chris said, pulling Toby flush against his body. Their mouths crushed together, opening wide under the onslaught. Hands couldn’t move quickly enough, press hard enough.
“Wait,” said Toby, backing off.
“Beecher, what the hell...”
Toby ran both hands through his hair. “I need to know, Chris. I need to know that this isn’t just a prison thing.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Do you think I wanna be back in this shithole, Tobe? I came here for you. I came here ‘cause I wanted to be with you.”
“I appreciate that. I really do.”
“Oh yeah?” remarked Chris. That deadly grin was back on his face.
“It’s just... I have my parole hearing in a few weeks. If we’re going to start up again, I really want it to be out there and not in here.”
“Oh.”
“Do you understand?”
“Sure I do. You don’t want to fuck me.”
“It’s not that.”
“Sure, Tobe. Let Sister Pete know I let myself out.”
“Will you wait for me?”
Chris closed the gap between them, kissing Toby passionately. When he drew back, he asked, “When’s your hearing?”
“September twenty-second.”
“So on September twenty-third or so, I’ll see you on the outside.”
“Really?” Toby could hardly believe his ears. Everything was really going to be all right.
“Yeah. That gives me time to run a little errand for Bonnie and after that we’ll have all the time in the world.”
“What errand?”
Two weeks later, when Keller returned to Oz as a prisoner, Tobias Beecher felt that once again, all was right with the world.
