ALways wanted to write this fic just never had the write motivation to wrtie it! ^_^

This is an Oz fic with no broad pairing in it!

Oc will be added!

WARNING: THIS IS DURING THE VERY BEGINNING IF U ARE AGAINST: RACIAL SLURS, RAPE, EXTREME PROFANITY AND VIOLENCE THEN WHY THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN READING OZ FICS?

Chp 1: Internal Demons

Augustus Hill Quite:

You would think that a place like Oz would cause a shift in female employee status...You know with the old looking employees...but Dr. Gloria Nathan proved that factor wrong and look at the demons she brought with her. Now we go us another doctor to work along side with her and sista is tight. But whats a woman like her doing in Oz? See Socrates once said, ""It is not living that matters, but living rightly."

Which is bullshit. No one could live but so rightly, not even children...

Right?

20 yr. old Celeste Williams sighed for the umpteenth time since she entered Oswald State Penitentiary. She smiled and waved at some of the officers who recognized her from either off the street or from her constant job interviews. Growing up in Huntspoint, aka the raunchiest section in the Bronx that never, ever, will recover from the Bronx fires, there wasn't many choices you had. Go to school or roam the streets were the only options and she choose school.

Graduating with a 4.2 GPA and earned a full scholarship to study law in Harvard or medicine in Howard, at the age of 16 the world was laid out in front of her.

Sort of...

Why did she want to work at a fucked up institute like Oz was beyond logic understanding. From one black person to another, Warden Glynn tried to persuade her to look else where but since he wasn't the one hiring her there wasn't much he can do except let her read the files of the inmates and give her the cold hard facts about who was who and what they did. On top of meeting the Warden she got to speak with Tim McManus, who has to be the craziest white boy she had ever met.

This wasn't Disneyland but she kept her mouth shut. Who was she to warn him this was going to backfire and explode right in his face?

Plus, when that CO chick Diane walked by she could tell something was going between them, or what not but apparently on staff relationships weren't taboo here...except for with the prisoners.

"Celeste." she turned to see Gloria Nathan coming toward her. "Gloria! finally, i am ready to get to word!" she said beaming at her. Gloria smiled down at her new partner and lead her to the ward. Gloria couldn't help but look over the young girl and not smile. She was very pretty and compassionate but not in a self righteous way and that worried her. Why would some one so young want to work here of all places?

As soon as they entered the ward, Gloria handed her a pair of gloves and a garb to put on. "One of the patients was brutally raped in the shower the afternoon and is severely damaged."

Celeste frowned but followed her superior.

"Ay yo! man you heard the news? we got us a sexy bitch up in here!" Kenny said plopping down next to Poet and Simon Adebisi. "Bangin body and everything. New doc in this peace." the other homeboys nodded. "Yeah i heard them Aryans talking shit about her. Sayin if she wasn't black they'd bang her all day."

Prison talk about the new doctor continued to circulate up until some of them got the meet her.

Four hours into her new job and she was pissed. Groped, groped and groped some more. She was so happy that she was allowed to physically remove them from her person. It was break time and with the help of Diane she was able to explore the prison a little bit more than just the break room and the ward. The very first prisoner she met officially was Augustus Hill.

He wheeled down the hallway and nearly crashed into the gate. Celeste smiled at him and walked over to him. "Hi. Are you alright?" he nodded and held his hand out for her to shake. "Augustus Hill." she grabbed it and shook. "Celeste Williams. Shortened for multiple reasons." she said with a bright smile. He returned and it and walked (rolled my bad) along side her.

After a few minutes of talking Celeste felt some sort of connection with the paraplegic. "You remind me of my elder brother Orion. He was smart and educated but he did drugs to. unfortunately he never had a chance to recover like you did, although you did under dramatic circumstances. It saddens me when i think about it..." she said wistfully.

"Are you sure you're from the Bronx? I'd think you'd be harsh or like the other helpers in the Ward. Uppity." she snorted. "Hell to the no. I will never be uppity. I know where i am from and I cherish my roots and my ghettoness. There is just a time and a place for everything." Augustus nodded. "So what is your full name?" he asked as they waited for a guard to open another gate. "Rosalia Damita Lucia Celeste Vincetti-De Luca Diaz Williams." she said. "You're Hispanic?" "My mother is Portuguese and west Indian my father is Italian and Colombian. Rosalia means Melody, Damita little princess, Lucia means light and Celeste means heavenly or of the sky."

Augustus was liking the new doctor more and more. "I can't speak Portuguese very well but Spanish and Italian are simple. I can sing...i think...and love playing the piano and violin." So she was cultured. "So what about you?" he shook his head. "You do so have a talent. Speech." he didn't have time to respond before she was whisked off.

She met mentally unwell patient Cyril O'Reily who was sentenced to death. It broke her heart to know that the blushing Irish boy who was holding on to her hand was going to die. What a sick and twisted world we live in.

"Cyril, you're going to have to let go of my hand for me to treat that ugly bruise. I hear you are quite the fighter." Cyril let go of her hand and let her treat his bruised face. She was incredibly pretty and was so nice to him, even nicer then the other lady doctor who didn't like his brother.

Maybe if he kept being bad he would get to keep seeing her.

"If you keep doing bad things you're going to end up in solitary confinement and that would make me sad."

He didn't her to be sad. he nodded his understanding. "You are going to have to stay over night as well, you are running a fever and your glads are swollen. Open up wide." he did and she tsked. "Streptococcal pharyngitis...yup. Lucky for you though, i have night hours today so i will be here to help you okay. Now, McManus said that you can stay up here with me you promise to behave?" he nodded vigorously and plopped on her desk chair as lunch had just ended and it was time for some inmates to come in for a check-up.

Cyril watched as she pulled out necessary items out set them aside. he didn't understand why he wasn't able to really speak. Humming a tune to herself as she straightened up and put things away she turned to see two CO and inmate and a lightly napping Cyril. "This is Kareem Said. Heart issues or what not." she nodded and asked him to remove his shirt. As he did so Celeste wanted to pick his mind a bit. "So Said, you like to blow stuff up?" "When it's necessary." she nodded as she checked his ears and throat. "So you are a generous and noble man right? why not take your medicine so you can see how far you can go." no answer.

Finishing up his check up she called for the guard to take him away and send in the next. "This is Miguel Alvarez." Celeste looked up and felt herself shiver. 'Damn he look fine.' clenching her mouth shut she began to examine him when he started speaking ill of her in Spanish so she had to put him on blast.

"Oye, si es necesario decir algo acerca de mí se puede decir que en Inglés. Y no estoy de África. Soy colombiana, en el oeste indio, italiano y portugués. ¿A qué algún tipo de un líder aquí o algo? Sólo es importante la gente debe tener cosas que decir. O son sólo algunos pito bastardo que menos le gusta hablar de basura desde el lado de la boca sin saber que la otra persona? O si usted puede entender."

He was shell shocked.

that was just the beginning. promise to update if i get 5 reviews!!! ^_^

p.s. Celeste said:

Hey, if you need to say something about me you can say that in English. And I am not from Africa. I'm Colombian, west Indian, Italian and Portuguese. So what are you some kind of a leader here or something? only important people must have shit to say. or are you just some dick less bastard that likes to trash talk from the side of his mouth without knowing the other person? OR if they could understand you.

to miguel.