Author: Dannette
Rating: R
Summary: Keller's going to make sure him and Beecher reunite, no matter what.
Time: Season 5
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me, this is all fiction, thank you very much.
Warning: This story is not for someone who doesn't like slash, or violence. In which this story has. This story has been stemmed from the show "Oz", which is rated TV-MA, mature audiences only, as most of the fiction about Oz. There is cussing, violence, relations between two men, murder, etc. The list really does go on. Now after reading this, do you still want to read the story? If so, go ahead, but remember ... I warned you.

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A Plan Of Action

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Slowly he traced his fingers along the steel bars of the solitary confined cell, he held a disinterested look in his eyes. He had just recently gotten back from his quite brief stay in Memorial Hospital, thanks to the bitch known as Claire Howell. It really did serve him right, he should pick a less violent CO to flirt with. Flirt. That word seemed to slap him in the face, yet he did nothing to stop the slap. He was a flirter. Seductive. Manilupative. That was him. That was him to a T, whatever the hell that meant. To a T.

It started off as flirting to get what he wanted, much like O'Reily did. Then it was just to pass the time. He hated being held back, he wanted to be in Em City, closer to Toby. Toby. That name, was always playing through his head. Like he told the Sister, when he was in Massachuetts, he dealt with being away from Toby better, but god now ... now knowing that he was in the same building as Toby, it was driving him insane. He needed to see Toby. He needed to hold Toby. And he would tear anything down that got in his way of getting to Toby. He was going insane. It was a powerful feeling. To know that the man you love was only a few walls away from you and that the only thing that was keeping you from him was concrete and bars, and his rap sheet. Hell, if he could rip up his rap sheet, if he could just make Byrce Tibbett's murder go away, he could be back in Em City with Toby. Maybe even in the same pod. The two of them getting back to what they're best at. Being together.

They fit. They swirled with each other in the perfect motion. Fingers intertwined. Lips brushing against each other in a breath-taking motion. Feelings, earth shattering feelings. Fingers dipping down to caress soft skin, learning every line, every dip in his face. Every whimper was catorgerized in Chris's head, he knew of every little whimper Toby did when he was having a nightmare. He knew when Toby was mad, when he was sad, when he was emotionally disturbed; Chris knew every little emotion Toby held inside of him. He knew how Toby exactly shaved, he knew how Toby liked to eat the corn before everything else. Toby was his favorite drug, he examined it carefully and learned everything about it, and then he wanted even more. He could close his eyes and picture things about Toby, he could easily picture the night where they first reunited. New Years Eve. The kiss. The embrace. His mind often skidded over to their goodbye. Toby hugging him desperately, the kiss they shared, the ultimate heartache on Toby's face. He could pin-point how Toby's eyes glazed over in a pained look. That was another thing he knew all about. He knew all about Toby's looks, he knew how they shimmered in his eyes, his eyes holding a shiny look, twinkling in front of him. He knew every little curve of Toby's body, he knew how it felt to have Toby's body against his. His arms, he had felt those, the crook of his neck, he had felt the warmth of that, his chest, he had so many times felt that chest and felt at home. There were so many body parts of Toby's body, and every single body part he had made sure he had felt, there was nothing that Chris hadn't felt of Toby. But despite all the wonderful body parts of Toby's body, it was Toby's heart that Chris loved the most. He loved the way Toby seemed to always have room for him in there.

Being in this damn cell gave him time to think. Think about how Howell, these bars, and Catherine were in his way in getting back with Toby. This was exactly why he hated being alone, it gave his mind too much free time. Free time to plot the demise of the things that stood in his way. Maybe if they got out of his way before he got out of PC, then everything would be fine. He would leave them alone, just as long as they left him and Toby alone. There was only one person Chris Keller had ever truly loved with all of his heart, and Chris knew Toby felt the same. It was just the distance they had between them, once he returned to Em City, everything would be fine. He would make sure of it. It's gonna be me, Chris mused flipping on his back on the hard bed, his eyes cold.

"Aww, is loverboy sad?" Howell barked out in her annoying voice, her night stick clinked against the steel bars. "Maybe you're thinking of your boy. Maybe thinking if he still thinks about you, if he still wants you to touch him, hold him. I doubt it. Plus you're never leaving here, and as long as you're here, you're mine. You're on my ground level, get it straight." Howell snapped.

Chris advanced his cold glance at Howell, but didn't say a word.

"Cat got your tongue?" Howell asked, still making the clinking sound with her night stick.

Chris continued to stare at Howell, but yet no words dared to leave his lips. His icy gaze locked with Howell's hard look, he looked into her eyes, catching all of her vulnerablities. With one glance he was getting everything he needed to know. "I knew this guy, who talked too much shit, right?" Chris finally started to speak. "Well one night, when he least expected it, these guys who he thought were his friends, cut it right out. It was a real ugly mess, blood everywhere, he was screaming the whole time. Heh, he doesn't really scream anymore. He just walks around, looking like he's normal, but his friends know he has no tongue."

Howell's eyes showed a tint of digust and shock in them. "You're sick Keller. One sick individual."

"Yo, what was that guy's name? The one that ate his family and later was executed?" Chris asked sitting up in the cell bed.

"Groves, Daniel Groves." Howell answered, staring at Chris, she was a bit disturbed by his stare.

"Yeah, that's it. I knew someone like that. Now that guy was sick. He killed his cousin, then cut him up and cooked him and then ate him like it was meatloaf or something. Even asked for ketchup. Just chowing down, like it's nothing. Pass the milk please, he would say, or even asked if I wanted some. Pretty sick, but it doesn't leave no evidence behind. Heh, I miss that guy."

Howell swallowed. "How did you know him?"

"He's my nephew." Chris said, barely touching Howell's hand, he watched her jump back a bit, he grinned. "What? Cat got your tongue Howell?" Chris asked, he looked up and saw McManus signing in, Chris grinned. "Well maybe you should have thought about that before you messed with me, huh?" Chris jumped up. "McManus did you know your damn guards are trying to molest me? She's been bringing me in food from the outside too, I would fucking watch her!" Chris screamed. " I fucking swear, I haven't even been convicted of murder yet and this is the sort of shit I have to deal with? It's not fucking right."

Howell seemed shocked at this, she turned around and stared at McManus. "He's a fucking liar."

Chris leaned his head against the bars and looked innocent, he brought up his left arm slowly and scratched behind his ear. "Jawbreakers, she brought that in like last week. And McManus, maybe you should look at the injury count on her watch. It's pathetic. I know us guys here in PC are pretty much lost causes, but come on Timmy boy." Chris said, grinning at Howell.

McManus walked over and stared at Chris, he rolled his eyes when Chris grinned widely at him. McManus shook his head and looked at Howell, and despite how much he didn't like Chris Keller, McManus had been pondering this. Especially ever since the trip to Memorial hospital that Chris had taken a week ago; the injury count was huge on Claire's watch, and McManus knew the minute he left, Claire would take it out on Chris. And for some reason he was deciding to be nice today. "Claire, we have a board meeting. We need you there, just let the other guards take care of Keller here." McManus snapped, looking at Chris.

"Yeah, I love ya fucks too." Chris said, flopping down on his bed, glad to get rid one of his pesty problems for the time being. Once Howell and McManus were out of sight, Chris folded his arms above his head, his elbows gently pushing against the concrete of the solitary cell. Chris bit down on the inside of his cheek as he envisioned his plan. He would definitely have to get rid of Howell, but this would be after Catherine got him back to Em City, then he would get rid of her too, if she stood in the way. And he would definitely have to hook up with O'Reily, those two were a team not to be messed with. Heh, maybe they could even start some trouble with the Aryans. This is if you get back to Em City, one of Chris voices said to himself. Of course I will you fuck. If Catherine is as good as she is, she'll get me off, and I'll be running off to Em City. Chris argued back. Well what if she just decides to let you fry? After all, you get to Em City, and you're going to steal her boyfriend in one glance, I wouldn't let you live, if you had that sort of control over Toby. The voice said harshly. And if she lets me fry, Toby'll never forgive her. Chris snapped. But you'll be dead, what's the difference? Maybe she's some cold-blooded bitch who isn't going to step back. The voice commented. She won't need to step back. Toby loves me. She's just some damn cookie cut perfect picture and he thinks he's supposed to love her, but the minute I step back in Em City, he's going to realize I'm the one he loves, plus I'll kill her. Chris mused. Then you'll definitely get the death penalty. The voice pointed out. Heh, not very fucking likely, you dumb ass. I got a plan and Ryan O'Reily. There ain't no way I'm getting caught. I'm too good for that. Me and O'Reily will get rid of the bitches, and bam, all is well. Chris stated.

He pushed his head out of his thoughts and grinned to himself. It really was the perfect plan. He would get rid of Howell and Catherine and nothing would stand in his way of getting Toby back, Toby was his to begin with. Sure their relationship had started off on betrayal, but Chris truly did love Toby, and if all the whole world doubted that, then fuck them. He loved Toby, that was all that mattered. Everyone else could rot in hell, all he needed was Toby, he had Toby and things were just fine, perfectly fine.

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Another day in Oz. As Tobias Beecher clicked away on the small computer in Sister Pete's office, updating some case file or writing some report for her, all he could think, was that it was another day in Oz. Another day, nothing really special. There used to be a time where he woke up and was glad that it was another day, but that was five years ago, now it was just another day in Oz. Nothing exciting. Another day. Toby shook his head and finished up whatever he was doing, frankly he couldn't even remember. There were those days where everything seemed to turn into a swirling mess, you just couldn't even remember a damn thing. Everyone in Oz felt that, it was nothing new. That was how things worked around here. They all had their days. Another day in Oz, Toby mused.

"Working hard?"

Toby looked up when a soft female voice came behind him, it wasn't Sister's because she was out and plus he would know this voice from anywhere; Toby turned around in his chair and grinned when he saw her. Catherine McClain. Toby pushed himself up and greeted her with a kiss, followed by a hug. It still felt weird doing that. He would never confess it to anyone, because maybe he was afraid to confess it to anyone else, but he felt like he was betraying Chris by having a girlfriend. But of course Chris knew all of Catherine, it still didn't change the fact how Toby felt. Chris. Just that name, brought many thoughts up. How was Chris? Was Chris thinking of him? Did Chris still love him? Don't think about this, you have Catherine, Toby commented to himself, trying to shake his head from these thoughts. But he just couldn't stop. That was his problem. Somehow Chris Keller had branded his way into Toby's thoughts all the time. Before it was easier, because Chris was all in the way in Masachuetts, but now Chris was in the same building. Toby could feel it, he could feel the aching he thought he lost for Chris, come back up, but only 10 times worse.

"Toby?" Came Catherine's concerned voice, she waved her hand in front of Toby's face.

"Huh?" Toby asked, pushing himself out of his thoughts.

"You look a little distracted." She commented, smiling softly for him.

"No, not really. Just thinking, you do a lot of that here." Toby said, smiling back, he sat back in his chair by the computer, but his mind was still half-way on Chris. Did Catherine make him feel the same way as Chris used to? Still does. Catherine touched him yes, but never like Chris used to touch him. Chris used to touch him like it was a habit, and in a way it was. Chris knew all of his little snorts or sighs or even whimpers during nightmares, and Catherine wasn't even allowed here during night.

"I decided to take Chris Keller's case." Catherine said, taking a seat.

That seemed to perk up Toby, because his eyes did that 'interested' sparking up thing they did, but of course only one or two people would know of this look, and one of them was not Catherine McClain, but that was really besides the point. "You're taking Keller's case?" Toby asked, forcing himself not to say the name 'Chris', it seemed he always got thoughtful when he said that name.

"Yes, I am." Catherine said, taking off her coat. "That's not going to be a problem for you is it?" Catherine asked, quirking an eyebrow up as she stared at Toby. Lately he seemed so ... moody. She knew it had something to do with Chris Keller. She heard a lot of stories fluttering around in Oz, plus she knew from what Tim McManus told her. And Toby had never denied that he had been with Chris, but he swore she was the one he loved, but she couldn't help but think ... think deep down, it was Chris Toby loved with all of his heart. Maybe that was why she was taking this case, if Chris died, Toby would be beyond depressed. But Chris's words echoed in her head, she wanted Toby happy, she really did, but in winning this case for Chris, she would be reuiniting Chris and Toby. And it didn't matter what Toby said, the minute they saw each other again, all that angst and aching and yearning would come back, she knew it. She knew the minute Chris Keller walked back into Em City, Tobias Beecher would fall all over again. She had seen deep inside the eyes of Chris Keller that day she talked to him, and she could see a part of Toby in there, did she even have the right to call him Toby? Is that what Chris called him? She knew all about them, recently she had made it a habit to find everything about them. They had found love in the most unexpected of places, believe it or not. Love in prison.

"No," Toby said, trying to act casual. "What made you want to take his case up?"

"He's personal to you." Catherine pointed out.

"Catherine ... " Toby said, in a low, soft tone.

"What? He is. Toby, I have to take the case. If he dies, even if you won't admit it, you'll be crushed. There has to be a part of you, that is still in love with him! Love. You say you love me, but can you deny that you don't love him?" Catherine asked.

"Finding love in a place like this is impossible Catherine. Maybe I thought at one time or another I could find such a pure thing as love in a darkening place like this, but it's impossible. I love you. But Chris ... " Toby felt something inside of him choke up at the mentioning of his name. The name 'Keller' made it sound so impersonal, but 'Chris', made him go back to moments alone in their pod together, when no one else mattered in the world but them. 'Chris' and 'Toby', Oh God, Toby said, his eyes in an alerted stare.

"I'm doing this because he's personal to you, but don't lie to me Toby." Catherine said.

"I love you." Toby said, his eyes bouncing back and forth, as he tried to keep his mind off of Chris. Alone in that cell, shut in. Chris had told him once, that he hated being alone, it scared him to death. That was one of the rare moments where Chris had opened up to him, showing him the whole esscence ... the good, the bad, the everything ... of Chris Keller, and thinking back on that ... Toby knew he indeed loved Chris. It was an emotion that had actually dawned upon him very quickly and had stayed in his body throughout the pain, the betrayal, the part in his life where he was Oz's "slut", through the painful goodbye, through the presence of Catherine in his life. Toby loved Chris, he couldn't say that he didn't love him outloud. God help me.

"But you love him as well." Catherine pointed out, accusingly.

And fuck, if that wasn't a conversation killer, Toby had no idea what was.

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Do I love you because you're beautiful
Or are you beautiful because I love you
Am I making believe I see in you
A man too perfect to be really true
Do I want you because you're wonderful
Or are you wonderful because I want you
Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream
Or are you really as wonderful as you seem

Where in the fuck had that come from? Chris thought to himself as he laid in his bed, he tried to pin-point where he exactly heard that song, especially since he wasn't a lyrical person. Which was another thing he hated about PC, the damn silence made you think and ponder of things that just didn't make no god damn sense at all, and Chris Keller being lyrical, did NOT make sense. Chris banned the thought from his head and stretched his arms above his head, making the black-ish wife beater he was wearing inch up; his arms made a cracking noise as all the tired bones in his arms were stretched to their limits. God, being in this place was tiring. Especially when all he could think of was Toby, and of how everything seemed to be surreal when he was with Toby. Where had he turned into a damn sap? Fuck. He used to be a cold-hearted bastard, and then out of the blue something happened. A fucking debt. That was all it was supposed to be, some half-brained debt he owed Vern Shillenger, that was all it was supposed to amount to. Which of course amounted to something that still shocked him to this day. He fell in love. He knew the consequences and yet he still fell in love, fell deep for Tobias Beecher, and it fucked up everything that he had control of. He used to know what he wanted, knew where he was going, knew what he was supposed to do ... he had damn direction, and no one could screw that up, until Toby. Did he care anymore? Fuck no. Control was no longer what Chris cared about, and that was probably the most screwed up thing about all of this. Control was nothing. He would give the control to Toby, if Toby wanted it. Control was no longer a question in the matter. A debt. Hah. The plan had been great, up until right after the conclusion, he had fallen in love without knowing it. And in the process he had fucked over the one man that looked at him like he was worth something ... fuuckkk, Chris groaned. Old thoughts. He hated when he got like this, all contemplative and shit, he hated being deep without Toby here to listen to him. This was damn near painful, he could actually feel himself yearning for Toby, yearning for anything Toby would throw at him. Give me something, he felt like screaming. Screaming. Hah, that didn't seem like a bad idea. Would Toby hear him? Would he care?

"Chris."

Chris popped his head out of his thoughts and blinked once or twice, until his vision was clear, (unknowingly to him, he had somewhere along the lines of his thoughts, closed his eyes) he grinned to himself when he saw Catherine McClain. Well if this ain't what I needed, Chris thought to himself as he pushed himself up and made his way to the bars. "Hey-a Catherine." Chris said, flashing her a smile, a lingering, seductive smile. This was what he was good at, seducing people ... too bad the heart isn't in it, I could really create some damage here, god I hate you Toby, Chris mused, as he ran his fingers over the coldness of the cell bars. Chris stared at Catherine and tried to imagine what Toby really saw in her. Kind of attractive, ain't no Betty though, Chris thought to himself. 'Betty', heh, where had that nickname stemmed from? Chris smirked when he remembered a particular conversation with Toby and Hill, how they said there were hardly any 'Betty('s)' in Oz ... long story, inside joke. "What can I do for you?"

"It's more what I can do for you." Catherine said quickly, adjusting her cream colored coat.

"I can think of a few things, but explain yourself." Chris said, leaning closer to the bars, staring into her eyes. They're were nothing special, there wasn't anything in her eyes that shouted 'individuality' or 'special' about them, actually they seemed quite boring.

"I'm taking up your case." Catherine replied.

Chris grinned. "Told ya."

"Huh?" Catherine asked, honestly confused by Chris.

"I told you," Chris started, running his fingers over Catherine's, he smiled when he felt her tense underneath his touch. "That you wouldn't let me fry. You know what I know, you know that helping me back in Em City will make Toby happy. He loves me. He can deny it to you all he wants, he's just saying what he thinks will make you feel better, but at the end of the night, he thinks of me. Like I think of him all the time in this cell, back in Cedar Junction, everytime I saw him in Em City, how I'm thinking of him right now. You touch him, trying to guess what his deepest desire is, what his deepest fear is, what he cries over at night, how he whimpers in his sleep ... I know all of that. So let's cut to the shit huh? Be the righteous person, whatever, just get me back to Em City."

Catherine pulled her hand away. "That's not exactly the perfect way to get me on your side."

Chris shrugged. "I only have the best intentions, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die." Chris said, in a detached voice.

Catherine stared into the cold urbs of Chris's eyes and felt a fear like nothing else enter her body. "I'll do my best."

"You better." Chris yelled after her, as she walked out of solitary.