Eleven slash.
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Ocean's Eleven
Among Thieves (On a Scam)
Rusty met Danny on a scam.
Of course, at the time, Rusty was scamming Danny, but Danny's never held that against him.
Rusty had just taken thirty-seven dollars and eighteen cents from Danny and two of his associates, and although Danny didn't seem very put out, his friends definitely didn't share his point of view.
If Danny hadn't intervened, who knows where Rusty would have ended up. Besides, at the time, Rusty was thirteen and Danny was sixteen, and Rusty was far too young to know any better. At least that's the defense the lawyer used when Rusty got caught swiping windshield wipers six months later. Rusty never said anything about wanting them for Danny's new car. He never said anything about Danny period, because that was how it worked between them.
Danny did for Rusty, and Rusty did for Danny, and no one ever said anything about it.
That's just the way it was.
~ 11 ~
For Rusty's eighteenth birthday, Danny bought him a motorcycle.
It was the best present he'd ever received.
To this day, Rusty still talks about it like he can't buy a fleet of his own.
~ 11 ~
Danny and Rusty used to knock over jewelry stores and do armored car heists. One day they robbed a guy named Benson Thoroughgood, who apparently had a lot of enemies. Very rich and happy enemies. That's how they met Ruben.
He flew them out to Vegas for a ‘consultation‘.
Rusty wore his maroon suit with the matching silk shirt. Danny wore a navy blue three-button suit off the rack. Ruben told them later that they had offended his sense of taste, and he had almost thrown them out on principle. Not that Ruben really had many principles, but apparently their 'connection' changed his mind.
Rusty remembers the way that Ruben looked at Danny, and the leers that he swears were there.
That night they all got seriously drunk, and Ruben told them they made a good pair.
They never bothered to contradict him.
Two days later they flew out to Belize.
Rusty still remembers how hungover he was. He remembers that Danny rubbed his back.
~ 11 ~
Rusty was born to scam.
When he was four he used to sweet talk his babysitter into letting him stay up an hour past his bed time. When he was in first grade, he landed himself a girlfriend who was two years older. When Rusty was in fifth grade he regularly convinced his Math teacher that his homework had been taken by the schoolyard bully, who, in fact, used to work as his ringer. Rusty never had time for stuff like homework anyway, he was always too busy in the streets, with his friends, doing anything and everything to avoid going home when his old man was there.
Rusty was never able to scam his old man.
Rusty scammed girls and guys. He taught Danny, and Danny taught him everything there was to know about anything worth knowing at all. They didn't need tests to measure their intelligence, they proved it with every job they did every hour of the day.
They made a living doing what they loved.
~ 11 ~
For Rusty's twenty-first birthday, he and Danny got drunk at a no-name Irish pub.
On the way home Danny kissed him.
Or maybe Rusty kissed Danny.
No one said anything about it the next morning though, so nothing changed.
~ 11 ~
The mess in Belize did more than just introduce them to Ruben, it introduced them to a whole new kind of life. Flash clothes and celebrities who were nothing more than shells of real people. Rusty was never impressed by a bunch of children who were coddled for being able to lie well. He knew that Danny felt the same.
When Rusty was twenty-five, he and Danny attended a party thrown by the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
For 4, 598 people it was just another swaree with free champagne. For he and Danny it was casing for a job.
At least it was for a while. But then Danny met Tess Hartland.
Rusty never even saw her coming.
~ 11 ~
Emma Miller was her name when Rusty was sixteen.
At nineteen the girl was Dana Marshall.
Rusty wasn't stupid. There were certain things that weren't always accepted among thieves, but it was all right if no one girl lasted very long.
No one was enough to come between he and Danny.
They were that strong.
~ 11 ~
Basher wasn't there for the job with the Incan ceremonial mask.
To this day, Rusty thinks that might have made all the difference.
If Basher was there, and if they hadn’t been forced to rely on the new guy then maybe things might have gone differently in the end. Rusty can't even remember the fence’s name, but that's quite possibly because he wound up paying out a lot of money to make sure that the guy was forgotten permanently. All the same, if the fence's balls had dropped before the deal and he hadn't backed out, or if Danny had just listened to Rusty and not tried to branch out. Pointless conjecturing does nothing now, but what the hell did a bunch of East Coast kids need with an ancient mask anyway?
It was all down to Tess, and Danny's desires to impress her even if she didn't know about them.
If she had known. If she hadn't known. If she hadn't existed at all. Rusty went through every possibly scenario while Danny was away, it was the same game he'd played every day since Danny married Tess.
When Danny went to jail, Rusty had to fend for himself for the first time in sixteen years. There was never a question of his ability to do it, only of his desire to go it alone. It always came back to Danny, and for a long time Rusty lacked incentive because it was locked up in Jersey, probably pining for some dumb ass woman who didn't want him.
But Rusty wanted, and so he waited.
That's more than could be said for anybody else.
~ 11 ~
Tess was never worthy of Danny, and Rusty always knew that.
He waited around because he knew that it wouldn't last. There was a bond between he and Danny that had survived almost 20 years, and nothing was stronger than Rusty‘s sense of loyalty and honor.
At least Rusty knew enough to appreciate Danny the way he was.
Rusty cooled his heels a long time, but it was an hour if it was day. Teaching B-list celebrities how to fleece their friends was good for a laugh, but it wasn't as though he needed their money. It wasn't as though Rusty did it for a living. It was just entertainment to kill time until Danny came back.
And then he did.
Danny's first night out he came to see Rusty, and for once things were the way they were always meant to be.
They didn't talk about Tess.
They didn't talk about Danny doing the time in Rusty's stead.
They didn't talk about Rusty waiting around because Danny was the only person he gave a damn about.
Instead they did what they did best together. They collaborated on a scam.
-finis-
Notes: This is the second written attempt and the fifteenth incarnation of this idea. MS Works must die. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearlessdiva for encouragement and pointing out the crawl before walking option. Thanks to ladyvyola for beautiful icons and having faith, and thanks to everybody else who thought that this was a good idea. If it sucks, y'all can blame yourselves ;)
Ocean's Eleven
Among Thieves (On a Scam)
Rusty met Danny on a scam.
Of course, at the time, Rusty was scamming Danny, but Danny's never held that against him.
Rusty had just taken thirty-seven dollars and eighteen cents from Danny and two of his associates, and although Danny didn't seem very put out, his friends definitely didn't share his point of view.
If Danny hadn't intervened, who knows where Rusty would have ended up. Besides, at the time, Rusty was thirteen and Danny was sixteen, and Rusty was far too young to know any better. At least that's the defense the lawyer used when Rusty got caught swiping windshield wipers six months later. Rusty never said anything about wanting them for Danny's new car. He never said anything about Danny period, because that was how it worked between them.
Danny did for Rusty, and Rusty did for Danny, and no one ever said anything about it.
That's just the way it was.
~ 11 ~
For Rusty's eighteenth birthday, Danny bought him a motorcycle.
It was the best present he'd ever received.
To this day, Rusty still talks about it like he can't buy a fleet of his own.
~ 11 ~
Danny and Rusty used to knock over jewelry stores and do armored car heists. One day they robbed a guy named Benson Thoroughgood, who apparently had a lot of enemies. Very rich and happy enemies. That's how they met Ruben.
He flew them out to Vegas for a ‘consultation‘.
Rusty wore his maroon suit with the matching silk shirt. Danny wore a navy blue three-button suit off the rack. Ruben told them later that they had offended his sense of taste, and he had almost thrown them out on principle. Not that Ruben really had many principles, but apparently their 'connection' changed his mind.
Rusty remembers the way that Ruben looked at Danny, and the leers that he swears were there.
That night they all got seriously drunk, and Ruben told them they made a good pair.
They never bothered to contradict him.
Two days later they flew out to Belize.
Rusty still remembers how hungover he was. He remembers that Danny rubbed his back.
~ 11 ~
Rusty was born to scam.
When he was four he used to sweet talk his babysitter into letting him stay up an hour past his bed time. When he was in first grade, he landed himself a girlfriend who was two years older. When Rusty was in fifth grade he regularly convinced his Math teacher that his homework had been taken by the schoolyard bully, who, in fact, used to work as his ringer. Rusty never had time for stuff like homework anyway, he was always too busy in the streets, with his friends, doing anything and everything to avoid going home when his old man was there.
Rusty was never able to scam his old man.
Rusty scammed girls and guys. He taught Danny, and Danny taught him everything there was to know about anything worth knowing at all. They didn't need tests to measure their intelligence, they proved it with every job they did every hour of the day.
They made a living doing what they loved.
~ 11 ~
For Rusty's twenty-first birthday, he and Danny got drunk at a no-name Irish pub.
On the way home Danny kissed him.
Or maybe Rusty kissed Danny.
No one said anything about it the next morning though, so nothing changed.
~ 11 ~
The mess in Belize did more than just introduce them to Ruben, it introduced them to a whole new kind of life. Flash clothes and celebrities who were nothing more than shells of real people. Rusty was never impressed by a bunch of children who were coddled for being able to lie well. He knew that Danny felt the same.
When Rusty was twenty-five, he and Danny attended a party thrown by the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
For 4, 598 people it was just another swaree with free champagne. For he and Danny it was casing for a job.
At least it was for a while. But then Danny met Tess Hartland.
Rusty never even saw her coming.
~ 11 ~
Emma Miller was her name when Rusty was sixteen.
At nineteen the girl was Dana Marshall.
Rusty wasn't stupid. There were certain things that weren't always accepted among thieves, but it was all right if no one girl lasted very long.
No one was enough to come between he and Danny.
They were that strong.
~ 11 ~
Basher wasn't there for the job with the Incan ceremonial mask.
To this day, Rusty thinks that might have made all the difference.
If Basher was there, and if they hadn’t been forced to rely on the new guy then maybe things might have gone differently in the end. Rusty can't even remember the fence’s name, but that's quite possibly because he wound up paying out a lot of money to make sure that the guy was forgotten permanently. All the same, if the fence's balls had dropped before the deal and he hadn't backed out, or if Danny had just listened to Rusty and not tried to branch out. Pointless conjecturing does nothing now, but what the hell did a bunch of East Coast kids need with an ancient mask anyway?
It was all down to Tess, and Danny's desires to impress her even if she didn't know about them.
If she had known. If she hadn't known. If she hadn't existed at all. Rusty went through every possibly scenario while Danny was away, it was the same game he'd played every day since Danny married Tess.
When Danny went to jail, Rusty had to fend for himself for the first time in sixteen years. There was never a question of his ability to do it, only of his desire to go it alone. It always came back to Danny, and for a long time Rusty lacked incentive because it was locked up in Jersey, probably pining for some dumb ass woman who didn't want him.
But Rusty wanted, and so he waited.
That's more than could be said for anybody else.
~ 11 ~
Tess was never worthy of Danny, and Rusty always knew that.
He waited around because he knew that it wouldn't last. There was a bond between he and Danny that had survived almost 20 years, and nothing was stronger than Rusty‘s sense of loyalty and honor.
At least Rusty knew enough to appreciate Danny the way he was.
Rusty cooled his heels a long time, but it was an hour if it was day. Teaching B-list celebrities how to fleece their friends was good for a laugh, but it wasn't as though he needed their money. It wasn't as though Rusty did it for a living. It was just entertainment to kill time until Danny came back.
And then he did.
Danny's first night out he came to see Rusty, and for once things were the way they were always meant to be.
They didn't talk about Tess.
They didn't talk about Danny doing the time in Rusty's stead.
They didn't talk about Rusty waiting around because Danny was the only person he gave a damn about.
Instead they did what they did best together. They collaborated on a scam.
-finis-
Notes: This is the second written attempt and the fifteenth incarnation of this idea. MS Works must die. Thanks to
fearlessdiva for encouragement and pointing out the crawl before walking option. Thanks to ladyvyola for beautiful icons and having faith, and thanks to everybody else who thought that this was a good idea. If it sucks, y'all can blame yourselves ;)
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:21 am (UTC)(Apparently, my subconscious wants to *be* Rusty, because ever since I first saw the movie my wardrobe was suddenly filled with all these shiny, lustrous shirts with wide lapels and deep cuffs, with and without cufflinks.)
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Date: 2003-02-10 11:59 am (UTC)I never would have seriously considered this were it not for your to-die-for icons. ::gazes appreciatively at slashy boys:: Thank you so much for all your help and support.
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Date: 2003-02-10 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 09:26 am (UTC)Also, Emma Watson? *g*
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:37 am (UTC)::dies:: races back to change subconscious blip.
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:29 am (UTC)scy
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:30 am (UTC)There is no suckage here.
Mmm hon, you got the rights of it. Good Girl! *g*
X
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 04:29 pm (UTC)What? This little ol' thing? Heh!
Also, this is my proof that I paid attention the movie, at some point
Honey, I know you were awake some of the time, coz I was too... If I recall correctly, it was during a discussion of the haircuts that the idea for slashing the buggers came up at all. Or maybe I dreamt that.... I was a little one over the eight myself.
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:43 am (UTC)So, so good. And so cute. Rusty still talking about the motorcycle . . . Ah, he's got it bad. So cute. God bless Rusty and all who sail in him.
And, of course, this puts a rather interesting spin on the end of the movie, doesn't it? Makes you wonder what Rusty is thinking when Tess starts talking about getting him a girl, and whether Tess isn't trying to get him safely paired up with someone else.
I really like the subtlety of the slash in this. I mean, I'm all in favor of the porn, but there's something so sweet and sneaky about this story; it fits perfectly into all the gaps in canon without distorting anything.
It's beautemous. Anytime you're wanting to write O11 slash, I'll be eager to read it. Hopefully my brain will resume residence at some point today and I can be smarter about it.
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:21 pm (UTC)It's beautemous. Anytime you're wanting to write O11 slash, I'll be eager to read it. Hopefully my brain will resume residence at some point today and I can be smarter about it.
My brain kept trying to kick in the porn, but Danny is so goddamn smooth that it just drove me nuts. Goddamn Clooney straightness fucking with my slash. I'm so glad you liked this though, I sat down last night and kicked out some Fight Club, which promptly once again got lost(what I posted is a half-hearted second string). I was fucking crushed. With this, I saved every 15 seconds.
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Date: 2003-02-10 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 12:18 pm (UTC)I saw the movie with some friends, who also happen to be slashers, and when I mentioned the idea they actually gave it credibility. Prior to that I thought it was just my slash goggles acting up again.
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Date: 2003-02-10 11:30 am (UTC)You know I JUST RENTED THIS MOVIE YESTERDAY! I failed to note the slashy undertones the first time I saw it, but yesterday I was all about the Danny/Rusty slash. *grins* You've made my day.
Now I feel like racing off to write a Harry/Draco Ocean's Eleven type AU....
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 11:42 am (UTC)this is what i've been waiting for. i didn't go looking, afraid of what i might find. i knew if i waited long enough some wonderful writer on my friends list would discover this chemistry that needed a back story.
i love the style, sparse, saying just what's needed. the kiss, and the reason behind the masks, and ruben and the suits are all so perfect.
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:27 pm (UTC)this is what i've been waiting for. i didn't go looking, afraid of what i might find. i knew if i waited long enough some wonderful writer on my friends list would discover this chemistry that needed a back story.
i love the style, sparse, saying just what's needed. the kiss, and the reason behind the masks, and ruben and the suits are all so perfect.
There was a first version of this that was much more invoved and detailed. And then my computer threw a hissy fit and ate it ::has painful flashback:: So I decided that it obviously was not meant to be and wrote what made me happy. I'm glad you like it, Jess.
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:09 pm (UTC)I, like Jess, never ever went looking for Ocean's Eleven slash. I was afraid it would be like looking for Faculty slash, and I found one fic that was good and several which scarred me for life.
But this was just great. I love how you blended in the canon material (I'm such a sucker for people who do that) and even though we don't have all that much to go on from the film, Rusty's voice felt very true and solid.
Also? I am officially in love with these boys. Dammit Z! First HP, now this! Curse you for being so talented.
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:31 pm (UTC)Also? I am officially in love with these boys. Dammit Z! First HP, now this! Curse you for being so talented.
I have taken a break from the HP to indulge myself in things I will swear I'm not writing at all. Fight Club? Everwood? Ocean's Eleven? I'm hoping by giving into temptation that I can then go back to the stuff I really love, like Lex. I want to write lots of Lex again. The burnout is gone. ::feels the love::
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:31 pm (UTC)And I'm so glad you've taken the initiative and given *very* well-written credence to my first knee-jerk assessment. Julia, who?
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Date: 2003-02-10 02:10 pm (UTC)And I'm so glad you've taken the initiative and given *very* well-written credence to my first knee-jerk assessment. Julia, who?
I didn't see the slash the first time I watched the movie, or even the second time. It was probably around the fifth, and I was probably chemically inhanced, but I distinctly remember turning to my mate and saying 'Jesus, how gay is this?'
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Date: 2003-02-10 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 12:57 pm (UTC)I know you're planning more. I know you.
I love it.
This is very right and the correct order of the universe.
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Date: 2003-02-10 02:14 pm (UTC)I know you're planning more. I know you.
I love it.
This is very right and the correct order of the universe.
Dude, the Em in your icon looks like somebody bitch-slapped the mess out of him. Damn. I am not planning more. I am in denial. Go away.
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Date: 2004-06-04 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 02:47 pm (UTC)I think anyone who can find this sort of loyalty is tremendously lucky. I just write about it, I don't necessarily have experience with it.
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Date: 2003-02-10 07:42 pm (UTC)::claps::
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Date: 2003-02-11 09:12 am (UTC)::claps::
::shrieks with glee:: SARA!! Ah hem, yes, I'm so glad that you enjoyed this, sweetie *vbg*
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Date: 2003-02-11 08:23 am (UTC)On the way home Danny kissed him.
Now there's an image that I'd like to see expanded upon. Mmm, pretty.
Z, you never cease to amaze. ;)
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Date: 2003-02-11 09:16 am (UTC)My mother used to say the same thing, of course this was right before I got in trouble, but you know, hey. Nice sentiment all the same. I read your Everwood you know, when are you writing more?
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Date: 2003-06-05 12:52 am (UTC)and i love it. of course i do.
Can I give you a hell yeah?
Date: 2004-06-04 08:49 pm (UTC)Rusty still remembers how hungover he was. He remembers that Danny rubbed his back.
Do you remember when we were in Monte Carlo and I drank way too much champagne and I told you to hold and you said "Fuck, bitch, you're drunk, shut up!" and Danny had on the opal cufflinks that he bought in Amsterdam? How Rusty was eating pickled sardines and we were repulsed?
When Rusty was in fifth grade he regularly convinced his Math teacher that his homework had been taken by the schoolyard bully, who, in fact, used to work as his ringer.
Don't play me. This is tight. This is our boy. Remember him. Make him do other shit.
At least it was for a while. But then Danny met Tess Hartland.
Rusty never even saw her coming.
That night we met Lucian Freud. He wore a purple tutu and roller skates. He told you that you were a reborn Eris, and I spilled my drink on a Greek sculpture. Rusty was eating popcorn and drinking out of both of our glasses. I had to get to class the next day, and you picked up the red-headed guy who said he worked for the UK embassy.
But Rusty wanted, and so he waited.
That's more than could be said for anybody else.
I remember Rusty sloppy drunk in Boca telling us how Danny was an idiot. You were scoping out the boy with the freckles and I was ordering oysters. Rusty passed out at the bar, and you were more interested in picking up and I was more interested in my tan-lines. He ended up sleeping it out in the car as we drove up home to my grandparent's house in the panhandle. You didn't get your guy, and my tan-lines were brutal, but Rusty split the diff.
Teaching B-list celebrities how to fleece their friends was good for a laugh, but it wasn't as though he needed their money. It wasn't as though Rusty did it for a living. It was just entertainment to kill time until Danny came back.
I felt bad about that, but I could only stand so much time in L.A. You were there, and I thought you would look out for my man, but you were too busy looking for underaged red-headed with British accents and drinking too much tequila. I was back east trying to pretend that Rusty wasn't the love of my life and getting out of the game.
Instead they did what they did best together. They collaborated on a scam. It's always about the scam, except when it's about the people we love, but we don't talk about that.
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Date: 2004-12-04 03:17 pm (UTC)