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oz_magi fic

I’m finally posting it here and I still have to feedback many stories – maverick4oz deserves the best for making people write all those stories/create vids/do artwork which make our fandom a great one!!! violaswamp asked for a Ryan/Adebisi fic and I remembered once swear_jar made these icons


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They’re beautiful, aren’t they? Using them as inspiration I wrote my fic, which is



Pairing/Characters: Ryan, Adebisi
Keyword/Phrase: "You worry too much, pretty boy."
Canon/AU: Canon
Special Requests: none. Could be slash, or not.
A/N: set between "A word to the wise" and "A town without pity" (S4), when Querns still was Em City manager.
Many thanks to maverick4oz, my wonderful beta, and callmeri and visionofblue, who gave me useful tips about animal life (Rizzo) and Ryan’s night habits during S4 episodes (Sistersleep) *g*


Lions and Sharks



Simon Adebisi was once a 7-year old, big-eyed boy who liked to go to school. It would have been a surprise to the scumbags of Oz, but he used to be a good student, always curious and eager to learn more. And at school at least he didn’t have to deal with a drunken father, always ready to beat the shit out of him.

There were classes about wildlife and his teacher, Mrs. Titilayo, who was probably the only person who had ever said he was an intelligent kid, explained everything about elephants, monkeys and lions. Simon had been deeply impressed by lions, how noble they looked in photos, how much time they spent sleeping after consuming a meal because they needed to digest what they’d eaten. He found it interesting that lions were not particularly efficient hunters, especially during the day when their prey could see perfectly what they were going to do. But in the dark of night they were perfect. Many times they worked together as a team, the lionesses doing the hard job, their eyes able to locate their prey, silently circling it, finally trapping and killing it with a bite to the neck or throat.

He was also fascinated by the fact that young males expelled from their original prides by dominant older lions would sometimes form unlikely alliances. They would team up to face challenges together for the rest of their adult lives. The stories about man-eater lions gave him a nightmare or two, but he knew why they behaved like that. Survival drove them, and when your life was at stake you did what you had to do, no matter if you were a boy or a lion.

He searched for every single book about lions at the school library, and after reading them all, he asked his father to buy him more. His father answered with his fists. Later that night when young Simon washed the blood off his face, he decided to never share his interest in lions ever again.

But two months later, Mrs. Titilayo took her students to visit the zoo, and although he’d learned to keep his curiosity a secret, he couldn’t suppress his awe in front of lions’ cages. Sure, those lions were not free animals but he could see the power and beauty of them. He could close his eyes and imagine how those animals would behave in the wild. Simon loved the visit and that night he dreamt he was a lion, running free among his equals, roaring and hunting a zebra that strangely had his father’s face.

* * *

Ryan O’Reily was once a 7-year old skinny boy who liked to go to school. It would have been a surprise to the scumbags of Oz but he used to be a good student, always curious and eager to learn more. And at school at least, he didn’t have to deal with an abusive father, always ready to beat the shit out of him.

There were classes about wildlife and his teacher, Sister Rita, who was probably the only person who ever said he was an intelligent kid, explained everything about whales, dolphins and sharks. Ryan had been deeply impressed by sharks, about how big their jaws looked in photos, and about how fast they were known to swim. He found it interesting that sharks didn’t really sleep, that they just rested part of their brains while still swimming along, semi-aware of what was going on around them. He also noticed that not all sharks were lonely killers all the time, that many species would hunt together in order to be more efficient. The stories about man-eater sharks gave him a nightmare or two, but he could understand why they behaved like that. Survival propelled them, and when your life is at stake, you did what you had to do, no matter if you are a boy or a shark.

He searched for every single book about sharks in the school library, and after reading them he asked Aunt Brenda to buy him more, but his father yelled and smacked Cyril when he tried to defend his brother. So later that night, Ryan decided to never reveal his interests again.

But two months later Sister Rita took her students to a visit at city’s aquarium, and although Ryan had learned to keep his curiosity a secret, he couldn’t suppress his awe in front of sharks’ tank. Sure, those sharks were not free animals but he could see the power and beauty of them. He could close his eyes and imagine how those animals would prowl the ocean. Ryan loved the visit and that night he dreamt he was a shark, swimming free among his equals, hunting seals that strangely had his father’s face.

* * *

Simon Adebisi was resting in his pod. It was past midnight, he’d just finished fucking his prag, who was now muffling his tears in his pillow. The little shit was smart enough to know not to disturb him with a ridiculous display of weakness. Kenny had been a better prag, he never bothered him with something so silly as tears, and in the end he had been useful for a bigger purpose. Sometimes Adebisi missed his tight ass, but tonight wasn’t one of those occasions.

He wasn’t sleepy, in fact he hadn’t slept a lot recently, busy as he’d been plotting his continued rise to power. The entire situation had been exciting and beautiful in its simplicity. He never grew tired of thinking about it again and again, figuring out all the angles of the situation in order to set things up in the morning. Since he was a child, he always did his best thinking at night. The darkness seemed to favour his concentration, and helped him mapout a path to follow. Lying on his bunk, he was thinking about what he’d be doing soon. Having Querns as unit manager was the best thing that could have happened. The guy didn’t give a fuck about drugs as long as the violence was kept at bay. And now he could do that with Pancamo’s and Morales’ help, but very soon he wouldn’t need them. Adebisi smiled, lazily scratching his chest, thinking about the changes that would happen at Em City. Some had already started to take place, but the major ones were yet to come. Soon, he would control who stayed in Em City and who didn’t. Then he’d be like a king with an iron fist, controlling the tits, having everything he ever wanted, with no one daring to say a word...

Although, Said would dare to say a word. Not only one, but many. Said would always challenge him. Said, who once made a Muslim hit him hard just to challenge Keane. He didn’t know what to think about it then, and he still didn’t know. Said was someone he didn’t want to have as an enemy, in fact he wanted to team up, to join forces to rule Em City. But the Muslim would never join him, he would never listen to Adebisi’s plans.

Did Said really think he was better than any other fuck at Oz? Couldn’t he see that all of them were bad men, including himself? Crime was the common denominator between them all. It was what bound them all together. Said didn’t see it, though, he always thought he could do great things for their people, all the black prisoners in Oz. Truth to be told, he thought about all the prisoners, no matter their races, but why? They were all still in prison and that wouldn’t change for a long time for most of them. Said needed to understand that. Once he did, that would make him realize it was useless to challenge Adebisi – and it would be wise to join him, to make an alliance that would benefit both of them. He wanted to raise Said as his equal, they could withstand any challenge, dominating life at Em City, it would be their shangri-la.

Together there would be nothing they couldn’t do.

Adebisi breathed deeply. Things were happening exactly as he’d planned. He needed to arrange his deal with Said but he knew he could make it happen. The Sicilians and Spics would be out of Em City soon, he was sure of that. All of his wishes were being fulfilled. There was nothing to worry about. For now he could sleep.

* * *

Ryan O’Reily never rested. He’d have enough time for that after death, but not now. There was business he needed to take care of, schemes he needed to plot, and deaths he needed to arrange. If he had been born on the right side of town, he’d have been one of those workaholic guys, those bastards who never shut their minds down, who were always ready to make the next million and to fuck everybody who dared to get in their way. He wasn’t one of those lucky fucks though. However, his ability of figuring out all the angles of a situation and using them to favour his own interests had ensured his survival. Gotta thank Seamus O’Reily for keeping his sons on their toes all the time. It made him and Cyril grow up strong and clever.

Cyril... once his little brother had been like him. Cyril had walked by his side, scheming with him, protecting and teasing him. He still was strong, lethal even – that Muslim guy could attest to that, but it was all muscle. Cyril’s mind was gone. So Ryan would have to be smart and vicious for both of them. He’d do whatever had to be done to keep them both alive. Most of the time it wasn’t easy, though. Cyril’s latest OD was proof enough of that. It had happened in front of him and he didn’t see it. If it wasn’t for Adebisi’s comment about how calm his brother looked, Cyril could have died.

Adebisi... something was going on there. In the past they’d worked together, they were a good team, but somehow their paths have parted along Oz’s yellow brick road. Once they had been peeling potatoes in the kitchen, and he had said something about how they needed to find new ways of bringing tits to Oz. Adebisi had shut him up by saying “You worry too much, pretty boy”, clearly meaning it was none of O’Reily business. Since then, he’d made his own connections, being an independent operator in the heroin prison trade. Of course he kept a low profile to stay off of Adebisi and his partners’ radar, but the profits outweighed the risks.

O’Reily remembered Adebisi’s words as he scanned Em City late at night. He was standing naked against his pod door, surveying the dangerous waters he swam in. The cold Plexiglass sent shivers across his skin but it helped him to think more clearly. And he needed to think about the racial shit that was going on in Em City and how he was going to keep himself and his little brother alive and well this time.

He knew what Adebisi was doing, the deal he’d made with Querns. It wouldn’t be long before Adebisi controlled everything in this hole. With Querns blessing, Adebisi could do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as there was no violence. But Ryan knew Adebisi wasn’t somebody to be trusted and violence was inevitable. There would be blood in the water soon, Ryan was sure of it.

What O’Reily really needed now was to find somebody who could chum the waters with him, someone who could help neutralize Adebisi and Querns. He needed someone who was as efficient as him in plotting deaths. Violence was the key to bring it all tumbling down.

There was movement in a pod in front of him and O’Reily realized it was Keller, looking down. He followed the prisoner’s gaze and realized he was looking into Beecher’s pod. He couldn’t see what was going on there but by the look on Keller’s face, Beecher was getting intimate with his new podmate, one of Adebisi’s guys. There was a mix of emotion all over Keller’s face: betrayal and pain were evident but fury was also there. So much fury in fact that Ryan knew he’d found just the ally he needed.

O’Reily breathed deeply. He would plan things perfectly. He needed to arrange his deal with Keller but he was sure it was going to happen. There was plenty to worry about but it could work – it *would* work. With his plan taking form, now he could rest.


end

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
debaser28
Feb. 10th, 2006 05:58 pm (UTC)
Adriana, did you make your icons? Because I have Photoshop now but I really need some basic tips.
adrianabr
Feb. 11th, 2006 02:13 pm (UTC)
See, I've Photoshop in my computer for a long time but until now I didn't mastered the damned thing. I can only do simple things like this icon...
debaser28
Feb. 12th, 2006 01:01 am (UTC)
Aw, my baby keller is sad.

See, I've Photoshop in my computer for a long time but until now I didn't mastered the damned thing. I can only do simple things like this icon

It's cool, Adriana. I'll try to find info about how to use it on the net when I have the time. I don't have space on my LJ for a bunch of icons, anyway.*g*
adrianabr
Feb. 11th, 2006 02:14 pm (UTC)
... or this one. Most part of time I use icons other people make, I've many LJ icons communities bookmarked.
debaser28
Feb. 12th, 2006 12:57 am (UTC)
Ew, kissing Vern should be illegal .;)
soitg0es
Feb. 14th, 2006 03:00 pm (UTC)
This was SO great, Adriana. Very original approach to the 'subject', as always. I just LOVE the oh-not-so subtle difference in their 'modus operandi' - they're so alike, and yet SO different. O'Reily was destined to be the ultimate survivor! LOVE it.
adrianabr
Feb. 15th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC)
No wonder Ryan was still very much alive and kicking at S6, I think his survival skills let him understand perfectly how prison works and how he should behave to remain breathing, lol
soitg0es
Feb. 15th, 2006 10:02 am (UTC)
I just LOOOOVE your icon!
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