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Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Two

Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Two
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack Harkness is released from prison, and gathers together a crew to pull the job of his conman career.  Based on the movie "Ocean's Eleven"
Pairing(s): Past Jack/Ianto; past Jack/John; Harold Saxon/Ianto Jones
Warning: Language
Spoilers: None for Torchwood or Doctor Who, follows situations from the movie "Ocean's' Eleven"
Author's note:  I originally started writing this for Reel Torchwood, but the plot bunnies absconded before I could finish.  So I'm posting it in hopes that I can get my Mojo back...
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, or Ocean's Eleven


 
Langeles City, New Cali

"John! Hey, Johnny!"

Goddess, he hated it when people called him "Johnny"…

John Hart turned from his perusal of his Argolin nachos, absently crumpling the paper that held the last of his snack as the final of his "students" approached. He was tempted to just pitch the mess to the sidewalk, and just managed to refrain. The locals tended to punish litterers worse than they did murderers, and getting involved with yet one more rehab wasn't something he really wanted to do.

He barely managed to roll his eyes. The kid looked like some kind of puppy, all friendly and ready to please. John joined him as they headed into the club; it was one of the seedier places in town, but all the rich brats hung out there, mainly to piss their various parental units off. But teaching the idiots to play cards was a great source of income for him, it was easy money. Maybe too easy; John was getting bored with the whole thing.

He was seriously thinking it was time to move on.

"Hey, Johnny," the kid said, as John pulled the rear door, "I didn't know, but have you ever thought about becoming incorporated? Cause I was talking to my handler yesterday – "

"Bernie?"

"No, that's my personal trainer…oh wait, Bernie's my handler too…but anyway, he thinks since you're teaching me all this, then I can declare the lessons on my galactic taxes as student expenses…"

John raised a single eyebrow, thinking at the same time that his guy was either on drugs…or nuts. He was about to say so, but decided on seeing just how deep a hole the kid would dig himself.

"But the thing is…I'd need to pay you in on credit stick…"

Oh, snap

John just stopped and stared. This boy was giving idiots a bad name.

"Or…" the kid fidgeted slightly. "We can keep it cash."

John sent the opposite eyebrow up at that, then practically pushed his "student" into the back of the club.

The rest of his "class" was waiting for him. They were a pretty bunch, and while John would have tried anything on any of them usually, he never mixed business with pleasure…unless the pleasure was business. Besides, on the whole he wanted to keep himself out of their end of the gene pool, out of fear of losing some serious brain cells. He had enough problems as it was, without contaminating himself.

He was just glad they'd settled on learning old-fashioned Five-Card Draw; anything more difficult would have proved beyond them. Goddess forbid he should try to teach them Pyramid or Fizzbin…

John just knew he was in for another long night.

The game started simply enough, but not even one round of betting had gone by before one of the players managed to get his back up.

"A hundred to me…ah, what the hells. I'll call. It's only pocket change…call."

John stifled his sigh. "Look, why you bet a certain way is your business. But you have to make them think you're betting for a really good reason. Got it?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Got it."

The conman seriously doubted the kid actually got anything.

He had to push the Tellurian sitting next to him three times; he was showing his cards at pretty much every opportunity. The Argolin player kept staring at his hand as if he were trying to change the cards into something he understood, and that level of concentration was giving John a serious headache by proxy.

The kicker was, when the lone girl at the table proclaimed all her cards were red, and that meant she'd won the pot.

Argh…

John called a break about an hour into the game. He got up and headed into the club proper, to get a drink. Maybe if he got drunk enough he'd be able to handle the inanity…

He sat the bar and ordered a double. The bartender brought it over, and John simply pressed the cool glass to his temple, as if osmosis really worked with booze and the human brain. The music wasn't helping his headache; it was pounding itself into his bones, and while he would usually enjoy watching the strippers over the bar tonight they just didn't interest him.

Hm…maybe he needed to get laid or something…after all, it'd been almost two days since his last fuck…

"How's the game going?" the bartender asked, having to shout over the noise that everyone else was calling music.

"It's been the longest hour of my life," he answered truthfully. And he knew all about long hours…

The man looked confused. "What?" he practically screamed.

"I'm running away with your wife," John replied, using the same volume as before. Although that was an empty threat; he'd seen the guy's wife, and she was a real dog…in more ways than one. Now, if she'd been a poodle there'd have been some serious consideration on the conman's part…

The bartender flashed him a grin and a thumbs' up, apparently not having heard the second comment either. John barely managed to keep his eye rolling under control.

He stayed at the bar for about ten minutes, then bit the proverbial bullet – only because he didn't have a real one on him – and headed back to the stupid peoples' room…in other words, the card room. All his so-called students were there…plus one more.

It was all John could do not to grin like a maniac. After all, he didn't want to scare anyone off.

"Hey, Johnny…we got another player. That all right?"

At that point John didn't notice the hated nickname. He only had eyes for the new player in their midst.

Damn…Jack looked great, sitting at the table in his long gray coat and looking like sin on legs. He raised an eyebrow in John's direction, as if daring him to say something.

John pretended like there was some sort of bad smell in the room, instead of rushing over and settling himself firmly in Jack Harkness' lap and kissing him senseless. "What's this?" he asked, pitching his voice into a growl.

"The bouncer mentioned there was a game in progress," Jack answered lightly. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"No intrusion at all…"

John was surprised the kid knew what the word "intrusion" meant. "What was the bouncer's name?"

"I don't remember," Jack answered, shrugging.

"A card player with amnesia. This should be fun."

John took a seat, and began to deal. He put on his poker face, but on the inside he was really glad to see that Jack was out of prison. Jack was keeping an equally bland expression, although something told John that his friend wasn't there for a social call. He'd just have to play things out and let Jack make the first move.

"What do you do for a living, Mr. Harkness?" the kid asked. "If you don't me asking."

"Why should I mind?" Jack questioned. He slid his discards across the table toward John. "Two, please." He picked up the newly dealt cards, then answered, "Actually, I just got out of prison."

"Really?" the Tellurian squeaked, glancing at his fellow players.

"You're showing again," John told him, in an effort to divert the line of questioning.

"Sorry," the alien answered, pulling his hand up toward closer to his chest. "Um…why were you in prison?"

Okay, so much for that…

"I stole things," Jack admitted.

"Like what? Diamonds? Credits?"

"Castrovalvan ceremonial head masks," John put in, sending a look in Jack's direction.

Everyone at the table glanced at each other. Of course they wouldn't have a clue.

"Is there a lot of money in…um…?"

"Castrovalvan ceremonial head masks," Jack volunteered. "Yes, there's some."

"Don't let him fool you," John put in, beginning to enjoy himself with the banter. "There's loads of it. If you can move the things…"

"My fence seemed confident enough."

"If you're dealing with cash, you don't need a fence."

"Some people just lack vision."

Oh, like Jack would ever have that problem…"Probably everyone in cell block E," he snarked back, barely hiding the grin.

They were beginning to get looks. Damn, John had to get his head back in the game.

"That's all behind us now," Jack said, his tone saying it was the final word on the subject. "I raise five hundred."

Now, that cut through the heavy atmosphere.

"Okay, kids," John drawled, leaning back in his seat, "day one: what's the first rule of poker?"

There were a few "hm's" and mutters circling the table, until John got the answer he was looking for. "Leave emotion at the door?" It was tentative, but correct.

"Exactly." John was surprised someone actually remembered that. "Today's lesson: how to draw out a bluff. This early in the game, that much money…I'm thinking he's holding nothing better than a pair of face cards."

That caused another round of looks around the table. Jack was looking very inscrutable…and very luscious. John had to remind himself harshly that the other man didn't belong to him, and to keep his mind on what was going on with his "students".

"I…uh, I fold," the Argolin seated next to Jack said, chickening out.

The kid was next, and he stepped up with both feet. "Okay…uh, your five hundred and…another two?" He pushed the chips into the center of the table.

John was actually a bit impressed by that. "Anyone else?"

The Tellurian was next. "Seven to me…oh, what the hells…plus three." He added his chips to the pot.

"Be careful though," John cautioned. "You don't want to push him too high, too fast. You wanna keep him on the leash. I'll call."

Which he did. Goddess, he was enjoying this. It was like watching a master at work…but then, that was exactly what Jack was. It was really hot…John wriggled a bit in his seat, and the tiny motion wasn't lost on Jack at all, judging from the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Damned tease.

The girl also pooped out of the game, making it Jack's turn to bet again. "I call…and two thousand more." He had to reach into his wallet for that, and it made quite a nice wad of credits mixed in with the colorful chips.

Apparently Jack had been busy since he'd be released, because John seriously doubted he'd had that much stash with him before getting sent up.

Every face at the table went their various shades of pale.

John threw up his hands. "Kids, you're free to do what you want. It's a lot of money. But I'm staying in. He's trying to buy his way out of the bluff."

Jack was staring John down. It was almost like two alpha males butting antlers over the pot. John got a shiver, realizing just how much he'd missed being in Jack's orbit.

Of course he was getting horny as hell, and he knew damned well Jack wouldn't do a thing about it.

No one looked overly eager to call, but eventually they all did. Either they were really brave…or really stupid. But then, John called as well, so that didn't say much about his mental acuity either.

But this was Jack Harkness. Sane men had a tendency to act crazy around him.

"Looks like we call," John said.

And Jack laid his cards down.

"Well, I don't know if four nines are good, but the ace is pretty high," the man drawled, the smirk finally appearing on his handsome features.

John's jaw dropped. "Shit…I thought you were bluffing…."

Jack didn't say a thing. He simply gathered his winnings.


Chapter Three...



 

Comments

I can't really remember the movie, but I sooo hope you get the muses and bunnies to cooperate, this is great :)
Thanks! I've actually started another chapter, and it's going very well. I'm having a lot of fun with it again, so I'm hoping that's good news.
*grins* wonderful
Glad you liked it!
absolutely wonderful =D I'm totally hooked on this - I can't wait to see who the whole gang is, especially who plays Linus' role =DD
I hope you like who Linus is. He was pretty easy to cast...it was the Chinese acrobat who gave me fits.

The entire crew will make their appearances in Chapter Four.
I love this movie and I've been hoping someone would do it for reel_tw! Even when the muses didn't cooperate in time for the deadline, I'm so glad you're still working on it! This is great!
I did really want to get it done for reel_torchwood, but it was just impossible, even with the amnesty period. Then I was going to wait for the next round, but I have another idea for that...

I'm glad you're really liking it! Thanks!
I am so loving this :)
Thanks!
I've never read this but I thought I should give it a go, even though it scares me to think of Saxon/Ianto and past Jack/Ianto! I haven't seen the film but I like this so far. Seems a very fitting role for Jack.
You should really see the film, it's awesome. I'm just glad my adaptation can do it a bit of justice.

And yeah...Ianto/Saxon. I know exactly what you mean.