In Oz Drabble Tree, No One Can Hear You Scream
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( The Rules )
( The Rules )
Lee walks onto the set early, blue eyes searching, taking it all in. He has
been waiting for this for 7 years. The sound and lighting crews mill about
checking wires, setting up for the day's shooting. He's seen this set before,
watched Stabler work this squad room all broody and buttoned down.
Nothing like his Chris Keller character. Where is Chris? He promised to
show Lee around the set before shooting.
"Hey Lee!"
He'd know that voice anywhere. He turns slowly around and sees Chris
strutting through the double doors of the squad room with an ear to ear
grin on his handsome face. Lee's stomach does a little somersault.
"Chris",Lee extends his hand while walking towards him.
"What is this? A handshake from my old prag? C'mere Lee" Cris opens his
arms wide and Lee steps forward a bit more, into the embrace.
They hold each other for a minute or two, feeling each other's hearts
beating against the other, smiling their asses off into the other one's
shoulder. Both remembering the last time they saw each other. It may
have been 7 years since they have worked together but it was only last
summer when they went camping together in their "nylong teepee of love".
Lee is the one who ends the embrace first.
"You going to show me around a bit before everyone gets here?" Lee
asks.
Chris is so busy staring at Lee's mouth he almost doesn't answer.
"Uh yeah, sure. This is the squadroom. Desks and stuff in here." Chris
puts an arm around Lee's shoulders and maneuvers him around and to the
left. Pointing with his chin he continues,"over there we have the
interrogation rooms".
Lee stares at the closed doors with their small, curtained windows. "I hear
we are supposed to get all hot and sweaty in there this week. At least that
is what the tabloids are saying." Lee grins wickedly.
"Maybe I should show you one now then". Chris raises his eyebrows and
shoots back his own lecherous grin,"We can go in there and practice our
scenes."
"Practice our scenes?" Lee grabs Chris's perfect, round ass playfully and
lowers his voice, "I figured you'd throw me against a wall and we'd ad
lib from there."
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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"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.”
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