AUTHORS NOTE: So I've neglected this fandom a little bit so I'm back again with another prompt word. I also came back to my favourite pairing so indicated slash but nothing happens.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters

[Sunshine]

Beecher sat down in his cell, his legs crossed as he sat on the top bunk staring out his glass pod at the actions that were happening in the main area. He had no idea what to call that because even though it was their living area, it wasn't technically a living room. The bible that he'd been reading was lying neglected in his lap as he watched Said pray in the living area much to the irritation to the group of blacks that were obviously scheming at a table close to him. The men in here had settled down into an easy pattern of life that they all got on with. The Sicilians smuggled their drugs, the blacks tried to take over and the Muslims tried to keep the peace but that just caused more anger among the crowds.

Amongst the hustle and bustle that was the everyday life in Oz, Beecher kept to himself in his pod and tried to control the addictions that had driven him crazy previously. He hated what he had become but he knew that the longer he was in this place then the stronger the addictions would become. Just as he was thinking of addictions, he watched as Keller moved through the living room. He could see him talking to someone on the upper floor and Beecher guessed it was Ryan. The two had formed a sort of friendship recently and Beecher didn't even want to bother questioning it as he went to pick up his bible again as he sensed he knew where Keller was heading.

As if psychic, two seconds later there was a rap of knuckles against the glass pane of his pod causing him to look up. He didn't want to point out that Keller slept on the bottom bunk so it wasn't necessary for him to knock but he knew it would be a waste of his breath because he could see the grin on his roommate's face. "Good afternoon, Keller. What can I do for you?"

There wasn't an answer before Keller hoisted himself up onto the top bunk and looked at Tobias, a silly grin on his face. "I just thought you could do with some company. You realise that all you do most days are read your stupid bible and ignore the rest of the prison? You realise this will anger the other prisoners."

"What do you care, Keller?" Beecher said closing his bible again as he realised that pretending to read wouldn't make Keller leave him alone. The two of them had a love hate relationship that was starting to give Beecher a huge migraine and if he could do without Keller then he'd feel better. "I would like to let you know that this isn't all I do. I spent most of my time working for Sister Peter Marie or ducking away from the Nazi's. I apologise that on my spare time, I like to relax and read."

Keller started to laugh as he shook his head. "There's no such thing as relaxing when you're in prison, Beecher!" He pointed out and Beecher sighed as he looked over at the man.

"Do you want to know what I miss, Chris?" The sudden reversion to the first name made Keller relax a little more on the top bed as he nodded his head indicating that he should continue. "I miss relaxing out in the sunshine. I used to work all the time and when I wasn't working, I was drunk but there'd be the odd day when I was lightly buzzed in the front garden with the sounds of my kids giggling with the sun heating my neck." He stopped talking as he saw Keller's grin. "What's so funny?"

"I'm trying to imagine your pale skin with a bit of colour to it. I've seen it all sweaty and hot which I really dig but the idea of your milk white skin being either a tinge of red or a bronze seems to be hitting me in all the right spots," he teased causing Beecher to laugh himself as he shook his head. A huge part of him was grateful to have Keller with him in his cell but then again, it was Keller that got him in more danger.

"You're such a perve. You know that?" He said shaking his head before looking out the window where Ryan had suddenly appeared and was staring at their pod. "I think you're boyfriend is looking for you," he indicated with his head and as Keller turned round to look, he chuckled.

"Oh Beecher, I would think you were jealous." Keller said jumping off the bunk before taking hold of Beecher's knee with his hand. Beecher looked down at the affectionate touch before looking back up at Keller. "One day you'll be able to walk in the sun and you'll have your relaxation." He promised and Beecher couldn't help but smile at him as he left the room. This was why Keller was a dangerous addiction.