In Oz Drabble Tree, No One Can Hear You Scream

[ozsaur]

It's time for another Oz Drabble Tree! This is our 6th drabble tree! If you're new to this, check out: The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree, The Return of Oz Drabble Tree, The Little Oz Drabble Tree That Could, Are You There God? It's Oz Drabble Tree and Oz Drabble Tree Knows Best

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I figured you'd throw me against the wall and we'd adlib from there" RPS

[roxymeloni]

Figured you'd throw me against a wall and we'd ad lib from there

Where is Chris?

[roguemarch]

Is almost time for count in Em City.

Where is Chris? Toby finds himself asking the same question time and time again. Not that he would ever accept it; not to the open that is.

With Keller hating him an all, Beecher knows he should not care where the motherfucker is. He tells himself is because an innate instinct of self preservation that obliges him to know where the danger lies. Yet, as Toby worries his lower lip, he asks himself ‘Where is Chris’.

He cold be in danger, he could be hurt. They may not be talking to each other but…

When that familiar strutting man walks through the gates of Em City, Beecher lets go the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Their eyes meet for a second; time freezes.

No, Beecher doesn’t care where Chris is. Not at all.

He'd know that voice anywhere, 100

[cmk418]

He’d know that voice anywhere. From the streets, from his dreams, from hushed whispers late at night in dark alleyways. He’d heard the rumors, knew that O’Reily was coming to Oz, hell, he was staring at the man ever since he entered the cafeteria. But it wasn’t real, none of it, until he heard Ryan’s voice, urging him to get up. Nino held him in place, hand on his shoulder, telling him to calm down. And he needed to. Because, as Dino Ortolani knew from experience, hearing Ryan O’Reily’s voice was one thing, but touching him was something entirely different.

"hushed whispers late at night", 100 words

[severina2001]

Keller shifts on the bunk below him, and Beecher reaches instinctively for the cane, clutches his fingers fiercely around it until he’s sure Keller is just sliding onto his side.

He’s still staring wide-eyed at the ceiling when Keller’s breathing deepens, and he curses the bastard for being able to sleep without pain, without fucking remorse, even while he misses his companionship, hushed whispers late at night and laughter and simple touch.

Beecher grits his teeth. Lies, all lies.

It doesn’t matter. Soon he’ll have little Andy sharing his pod. Soon he’ll be rid of Keller once and for all.

"waiting for this for seven years", 100 words, AU

[severina2001]

Toby paces back and forth in front of the car.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the pavement,” Holly says.

She sounds so much like her mother that Toby stops, blinks at her before smiling sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting for this for seven years.”

“I know,” Holly says. She takes his hand. “I’m sorry Harry doesn’t… understand.”

Toby squeezes gently. “Harry will learn to adapt.”

He spins at the sound of the door.

Chris steps outside, squinting into the unfamiliar sunlight.

“Breathe, Dad,” Holly says.

He returns her grin before releasing her hand, and falls into Chris’s open arms.

"Harry doesn’t… understand.", 100 AU

[sinewa]

"Harry doesn’t… understand."

"None of you do," Chris says.

It stings, and Holly knows it's the truth. “It hasn’t been easy, you know. You don’t know what it was like after Mom died. And then Gary and Grandpa…” Her chest tightens in remembered grief and she has to close her eyes to focus again.

“I just want to see him.”

Chris crosses his arms and that striking tattoo jumps out at her again. “Why?”

There are so many things she could say, but only one that matters.

“He’s my Dad.”

She sees his eyes soften. “Just remember, he’s human too.”