Disclaimer: They aren't mine . . . but if Tommy wants to give them to me for my birthday, Christmas or just because today is a nice day, then I would disagree.

A/N: Thanks to everyone that is reviewing. This is my first fic, so I didn't know how well I was doing. Please R & R.

A Visit to Sister Pete

"Morning Tobias!"

"Good Morning Sister."

"You seem cherry this morning. I heard you got a new podmate yesterday, I thought that you would be a little withdrawn today."

"Nope, I'm fine. But you heard right. I did get a new podmate…" he faded off and began to think about Chris. He pictured those deep blue eyes, that finely chiseled six-pack and the protective strong arms that held him all night. He must have been beaming because Sister Pete gave him a weird look and interrupted his train of thought.

"Tobias?" she said questionably, "You zoned out, you must have something big on your mind. Do you want to share with a tired old nun?"

"What? No, really its fine. Just happy that's it. Just haven't been this happy since I got here. It feels really good."

"Okay. But now I'm curious. I want to know what has my favorite inmate so overjoyed."

"Well, its about my new podmate, Christopher Keller. He is different from everyone in this Godforsaken place. He is funny, caring, strong minded and strong physically, and not to mention one of the hottest men I have ever seen." A smile appeared on Toby's face, it was so bright that someone may have thought they were outside.

"Really? That is great. Do I sense a bond between the two of you? Did something happen already?" trying not to sound to troubled by the thought, she continued, "Anyway, he is coming by today. Since it is his first day in OZ, I scheduled a meeting to help him understand I am here from him if he ever needs me and to help him get to know what life here consists of."

Toby perked up even more at the thought of seeing Chris before work detail was over. Suddenly he was knocked out of his revere when there was a knock at the door.

"Are you Sister Peter Marie?"

"Yes, please have a seat."

"Chris?"

"Toby? What's up man?" he asked as a grin came across his face, "Whatcha doin' here? You seem sane enough for me, you don't need a psychiatrist, and you seem cool, so I don't think you need spiritual guidance. Have you been following me or something?"

"Nah, but that does sound like a good idea." He said with a smirk, "I work as Sister Pete's assistant slash errand boy. But thanks for evaluating my psyche in the 18 hours we have know each other."

"Sorry, just a habit."

"Tobias? Will you take this to Dr. Nathan and see if she needs any help from you for about an hour?"

"Sure, but don't talk about me too much. See ya later Chris." He walked out waving behind him.

"Bye ya Tobe." Chris watched him walk away until he was out of sight. "So, Sister, what can I do ya for?"

"Well, I try to talk to each new inmate and let them know who I am and what I can do to help you out while tou stay with us at OZ."

"You make it sound like a resort vacation or something."

"Its far from that, but we do try to help you out. Now first I was going to ask who your podmate was, but I think I already know. Next, how do you and Tobias get along?"

"Good. We are clicking and I think we are going to be really good friends." He stopped there before he had a chance to accidentally got to far.

"That's great. Now tell me what you think about Tobias."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I kind of pulled out of him what he thinks of you." Chris' eyebrow peaked, "So, I wanted to know what you thought of him."

"Really? You know what he thinks about me?"

"Yes, but you didn't answer my question."

"Well, I guess he is pretty cool."

"Come on, you have to give me more than that. I can tell there is more just by looking at you."

"Uh…um…well, I…uh." He hesitated

"Its okay, you can tell me. I've heard it all."

"Well, I guess I think he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen and …uh…I think he is way more handsome and cute than he gives himself credit for. All in all, I think he is perfect and I just hope he can see past all the things I have done and see who I really can be. The only this is I don't think of myself as a fag, but I can't help to think I may be falling…" he tapered off before he could actually admit these feelings.

"Wow, you know that after 18 hours?" she asked skeptically, "I do think that you should tell him, you might be surprised. But I warn you, people around here can be cruel, so watch out what you say and where you say it."

"Really? Thanks." He said looking up from the spot on the floor he had been staring at for the last 30 minutes. He was nervous; he never thought he could feel this way, so fast, for anyone, especially a man. But it made him happy to think that the feelings he had may be reciprocated.