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[serafina20]

There is a sad lack of Ocean's 11 fic out in the world. I know of three. There should be more.



Title: Could be
Rating: G
Pairing: none really to speak of
Summary: Rusty is. But Danny's not.
A/N: Not beta'd, written in about 10 minutes, and probably in need of work. Suggestions are welcomed.

"We need to get Rusty a girl," Tess said.

Said it as if Rusty would know what to do with a girl if he had one. If he wanted one. If he wasn't ....

But that would lead to questions and maybe some accusations, so neither said anything to correct her assumption. That could only lead to frustration, and Danny and Rusty had left behind frustration long ago.

Because Rusty was, and Danny wasn't. End of story. Rusty may have wanted, but he never asked because, well, Danny wasn't. Even though ...

No. Not really. Danny wasn't.

Except, well, it was *Rusty*. And Danny. And that was different. Ever since the moment Danny conned some bullies out of beating up Rusty in the fourth grade, it's been *different*. Rules weren't quite rules around them. They didn't apply, and norms ...

But Danny wasn't. He just ... *wasn't*, even though, at times, he wanted to be. For Rusty.

If Rusty had asked .... Danny might had said yes. To things. And, judging by the things he'd walked in on before, he might even like some of the things. And not have to pretend .... Hell, a mouth's a mouth, right?

But Rusty never asked, and Danny never said yes. Never offered. Because Rusty was but he knew that Danny wasn't so ...

"We need to get Rusty a girl."

"There's a women's prison down the road," Rusty answered easily. Water off a duck and all that, because he was used to it. Because he was pretty in the way girls liked and even though he *was*, he seemed to slip underneath the radar.

They ditched the sedan easily, came to a crossing. Stopped at a diner, and Tess had a car waiting for them, because Rusty's had been seen, but ...

"You going to be okay?" Danny asked.

Rusty slurped on his Tootsie Roll Pop and nodded. Didn't have to say anything because Danny knew. He always knew, without Rusty having to say.

"How long?"

One shoulder shrug as Rusty thought about how long and far vengeance would reach. Infinite, in Terry Benedict's case, and they had thirteen million each but Rusty was feeling itchy. His hands were restless, anxious to be doing something. Anything.

"Six months," he finally decided.

Danny nodded. "Monte Carlo."

"I'll wear white," Tess said. Because they had thirteen million dollars to remarry correctly.

"Don't get bored," he told Danny, but Danny wouldn't. He had what he wanted. Because he wasn't, and Tess was his was.

"You?" Danny asked. Rusty had, after all, proved he couldn't keep himself entertained without Danny. Three years, and he'd wound up playing with the kiddies for pocket change, numbing his mind with cheap whiskey.

Rusty just smiled and pulled the candy from his mouth. "Think I'll hit Chicago," he said. "Look up old friends."

"Linus?" Danny was surprised, but he would be.

"See you around." He sucked on the lollypop again as he strode away, content--no, happy for the first time in three years.

Because he was and Danny wasn't, but Linus .... Well. Linus just might be.

Fin

Comments

[sabershadowkat.livejournal.com]

I absolutely loved this. The last line made me smile hugely and stupidly. *worships you*

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! I"m always so sad that there isn't more Ocean's 11 fic and, usually, I can't think of anything to write. But I lucked out yesterday and caught a bunny. Glad to know it was appreciated! :)

[sam-gamgee.livejournal.com]

I loved that! There were so many good lines that if I tried to list them, I might as well just repost the whole story. That was great!

:-D

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Thank you!!