Fic: A New Purpose - Part 1
Title: A New Purpose
Pairing: Miguel Alvarez/Ryan O'Reily
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Oz characters are the property of Levinson / Fontana Company and HBO. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Ryan arrives in Sing Sing, he finds a new purpose in life, namely Miguel Alvarez
Notes:1. Prequel to Over Our Head.
2. Written for prompts at
hardtime100
3. If you're new to the Oz fandom, insults based on race, religion and sexual orientation are part of their vocabulary and included in the story. If this bothers you, please don't read.
Ryan hated Sing Sing from the moment he walked in. It was a big building, split in the middle, with each side mirroring the other: Cellblock A and B, maximum security. Each cellblock had four floors of cells facing windows, one person per cell. In a way, it was safer than Oz, because you were in your little cell and no one could get to you. It was also lonely and it hindered business.
He was on the fourth floor on the east side. He liked being on top where he could see everything as he made his way down.
***
Miguel loved Sing Sing. You could stay in your cell most of the day. You got to see the sky from the big windows. You also got to leave the building. Mandatory yard time meant two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon. Sure, it was a bitch in the snow, but better than being locked inside.
The food was as terrible as in Oz, but he was too high to care. It had taken ten minutes before some Puerto Rican dude had hooked him up. Latinos stick together, hermano! Miguel agreed, even if it wasn't El Norte.
***
They didn't get jobs, not in maximum security. The men in medium and minimum did, but Ryan would never get there since those areas were reserved for people about to be released. Besides the yard time, which Ryan used for business reasons as much as for exercise, there was a school.
He was put in the GED classes, which meant that technically he wasn't required to go, but school was one of the two places were you could interact with people from medium and minimum security and those people could bring shit in. The other place good for business was church.
In less than two weeks, Ryan was set up. He didn't get ambitious. He kept a strange peace with all the different gangs and slept peacefully in his one-person cell. Things should have stayed that way, but Ryan was never good at staying out of trouble.
"Leave him alone." The words were out of his mouth without even thinking.
"What's it to you, man?" a man whose tattoos identified as Nazi scum.
"He's friends with the new priest we have. You hurt him, lots of guards get upset, it becomes all of our problems."
The Aryan kicked Miguel who was currently on the floor of the yard while the guards were warm inside some building before leaving.
Ryan crouched him down and helped Miguel up. "This isn't Em City. There's no McManus to watch your back."
"I'm gonna die here," Alvarez said with a dumb smile on his face.
"No way," Ryan said with conviction. "We're staying alive until we go home."
Miguel laughed. "And how do you know? Did the fairy tell you?"
"Because I'll make sure that you survive." And just like that, Ryan had a new mission. He would manage to survive and keep Miguel alive.
Pairing: Miguel Alvarez/Ryan O'Reily
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Oz characters are the property of Levinson / Fontana Company and HBO. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Ryan arrives in Sing Sing, he finds a new purpose in life, namely Miguel Alvarez
Notes:1. Prequel to Over Our Head.
2. Written for prompts at
hardtime100
3. If you're new to the Oz fandom, insults based on race, religion and sexual orientation are part of their vocabulary and included in the story. If this bothers you, please don't read.
Ryan hated Sing Sing from the moment he walked in. It was a big building, split in the middle, with each side mirroring the other: Cellblock A and B, maximum security. Each cellblock had four floors of cells facing windows, one person per cell. In a way, it was safer than Oz, because you were in your little cell and no one could get to you. It was also lonely and it hindered business.
He was on the fourth floor on the east side. He liked being on top where he could see everything as he made his way down.
***
Miguel loved Sing Sing. You could stay in your cell most of the day. You got to see the sky from the big windows. You also got to leave the building. Mandatory yard time meant two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon. Sure, it was a bitch in the snow, but better than being locked inside.
The food was as terrible as in Oz, but he was too high to care. It had taken ten minutes before some Puerto Rican dude had hooked him up. Latinos stick together, hermano! Miguel agreed, even if it wasn't El Norte.
***
They didn't get jobs, not in maximum security. The men in medium and minimum did, but Ryan would never get there since those areas were reserved for people about to be released. Besides the yard time, which Ryan used for business reasons as much as for exercise, there was a school.
He was put in the GED classes, which meant that technically he wasn't required to go, but school was one of the two places were you could interact with people from medium and minimum security and those people could bring shit in. The other place good for business was church.
In less than two weeks, Ryan was set up. He didn't get ambitious. He kept a strange peace with all the different gangs and slept peacefully in his one-person cell. Things should have stayed that way, but Ryan was never good at staying out of trouble.
"Leave him alone." The words were out of his mouth without even thinking.
"What's it to you, man?" a man whose tattoos identified as Nazi scum.
"He's friends with the new priest we have. You hurt him, lots of guards get upset, it becomes all of our problems."
The Aryan kicked Miguel who was currently on the floor of the yard while the guards were warm inside some building before leaving.
Ryan crouched him down and helped Miguel up. "This isn't Em City. There's no McManus to watch your back."
"I'm gonna die here," Alvarez said with a dumb smile on his face.
"No way," Ryan said with conviction. "We're staying alive until we go home."
Miguel laughed. "And how do you know? Did the fairy tell you?"
"Because I'll make sure that you survive." And just like that, Ryan had a new mission. He would manage to survive and keep Miguel alive.