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Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Three

Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Three
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

"Goddess, I'm bored!" John cried.

Jack glanced at him; he was behind the wheel of his ancient Falcon flitter, driving them toward a small café that John claimed had halfway decent food. The lights of the city strobed around them as the vehicle moved, the wind from the open top ruffling their hair as they traveled through the late evening – or early morning, depending on your point of view - traffic.

"You look bored," he commented, lazing his arm out the side of the flitter.

"Did you get the cake I sent you?"

"Why do you think I came to see you first?" It wasn't exactly true, he'd actually seen Gwen before finding John, but it had been John that Jack had hoped to get in touch with before anyone else. "By the way, the guards loved the vibrator you baked into it."

"Couldn't have you going crazy from sexual frustration while in the clink, could I?"

"You're a real friend, John."

"Of course I am!" The leer on John's face was priceless.

The other man pulled the flitter into a parking lot, easily finding a spot. The diner they entered was also nearly empty; a lone waitress waved them to a table, before bringing menus and asking if they wanted coffee.

Jack declined, while John took her up on the offer, throwing in some innuendo while doing it. Jack had to hide his grin; the other man had been an old partner of his in the game, especially the long con, and when Jack had come up with his current plan there hadn't been any way he'd even consider it without John Hart in his crew.

"Since when have you not wanted coffee?" John commented.

Jack shrugged. He really didn't want to get into it.

Once the waitress had brought their drinks and had taken their orders, John pinned Jack with a knowing stare. "All right. Tell me."

Oh yes, John was sharp. "It's tricky. No one's ever done it before. It needs planning, and a large crew."

"Guns?" John sounded excited at the prospect.

"Not loaded ones. It has to be very precise. There's a lot of security, but the take…"

He could see John's ears practically perk up. "What's the target?"

"Eight figures each."

"Shit." John stared. "But…What's….The…Target?"

"When's the last time you were on New Vegas?"

John's mouth dropped open. "Goddess…you want to knock over a flipping casino?"

Jack set his cup of tea down, then raised three fingers.

He had the pleasure of seeing his friend speechless for one of the few times in John's life.


Jack managed to get them into the planning commission offices even though it was after hours. But then, flirting with the security guard was pretty simple for a conman of his caliber.

He and John found themselves at one of the large interactive tables, the plans Jack had wanted to look at glowing from the large screen. Luckily the computer networks all over the sector were linked, or else they would have had to go to New Vegas for this, and the more they could do away from there, the better for the operation.

"This," Jack motioned to the virtual blueprint, "is the vault at the Gallifrey."

"If I'm reading this right – " John began.

"And you are."

"Then this is the least accessible vault ever designed."


John frowned, and Jack suppressed the urge to tease him about getting wrinkles in his forehead from that particular expression. "You said three casinos…"

Jack pointed to two spots on the blueprint. "These areas feed in from the New Utopia and the Grand Valiant." He tapped the vault. "But every credit ends up here."

"The Gallifrey…the New Utopia…and the Grand Valiant…those are Harold Saxon's places."

"Why yes," Jack said, playing innocent. "I do believe they are. Think he'll mind?"

"More than a little, Jack." John sighed. "You're gonna to need at least a dozen guys, doing a combination of cons."

Jack was glad to see his friend's mind thinking along the same lines as his had. "Like what, you think?"

"Well…off the top of my head, I'd say you're looking at a Boesky, a Jim Brown, a Miss Daisy, two Jethros, and a Leon Spinks. Oh, and the biggest Ella Fitzgerald ever."

Jack nodded, recognizing the old Earth terms. The best cons were still known by their original names, even if the reason for those names had long been forgotten. "Sounds about right."

"Who you planning on getting to bankroll this?"

"As long as we're hitting these three casinos, we'll get the money. Saxon has quite the list of enemies."

"But does he have enemies with lots of loose credits…" John's face went sly. "Aha."

"Aha," Jack echoed, smirking.

Suddenly, a light flashed into their faces; Jack raised his arm to block the brightness. "Damn, Kathy…mind lowering that?"

The security guard Jack had flirted with did as he asked. "Sorry. You two about done up here?"

"Yeah, thanks. Just need to make a copy of these plans, then we're outta here."

"Whatever you need. But be sure to shut everything down when you leave, okay?"

"Not a problem."

Kathy moved off, leaving John and Jack alone once more. Jack took out a data transfer chip from his pocket, inserting it into the table and downloading the plans.

Once that was done, he and John headed toward the lift. As they waited, the other man turned to look at Jack. "I need a reason. And don't say it's about the money. Why do this?"

"Why not do it?"

"Enough bullshitting, Jack."

Jack sighed. "Fine. Because yesterday I walked out of the joint wearing my entire wardrobe and you're cold-decking rich brats who only want to piss off their folks." He looked John in the eye. "Because the house always wins. You play long enough, never changing stakes, the house takes you. Unless, when they special hand comes around, you bet big. And then you take the house."

John was silent for a second, then he smiled. "You've been practicing that speech, haven't you?"

"A little. Did I rush it? It felt like I rushed it."

"No, it was good. Really good, Sent shivers down my spine."

"You don't look like you're affected."

"Well…it passed."

Jack was about to answer, but the lift doors slid open.

New Vegas

"You're out of your minds!"

Jack just sat there, watching as John Smith worked himself into a tizzy. He wanted to glance over at John, and see how his partner was reacting to the near fit the former casino owner was building up to, but decided it wouldn't help him to keep a straight face.

They were at Smith's palatial home on New Vegas, sitting at a table at poolside. A nice lunch had been set out for them, and John had enjoyed it immensely. Jack had liked it, but truth be known he was a little apprehensive; their plan depended on their pitch to Smith. It had to be good.

Smith – also known as the Doctor, for reasons only his cronies knew – was Vegas old-school, and quickly becoming a dinosaur. Jack knew for a fact that he'd lost his last casino, the Tardis, not all that long ago and really didn't have a way to fit in with the new owners and their cutthroat ways. But he had money…lots of money. And it was that money Jack was very much interested in.

"Are you two listening to me?" the Doctor ranted on. "You are both nuts. I know more about casino security than any man alive. I invented it, and it can't be beaten! After all, I'm brilliant! And you know I put every bit of knowledge into it that I have. There are cameras, and watchers, and they have timers and vaults. There's enough armed personnel to occupy the Boeshane Peninsula!" He glanced at Jack; Jack hoped he managed to hide the flinch. "Okay, bad example…"

"It's never been tried," Jack answered, toying with the lettuce on his plate.

"Oh, it's been tried," the Doctor put in. "A few guys even came close. You know the three most successful robberies in New Vegas history?"

Jack did glance at John then; the other man met his gaze, and they both knew they were about to get a history lesson. Big surprise…

"Number three." the Doctor began ticking them off on his fingers. "Some idiot grabs a lockbox from a guard at the Sandstone. He got two steps closer to freedom than anyone else before. Guards tackled him and managed to put him in the hospital for a month."

He took a drink from his wineglass, although Jack was pretty sure the man wasn't drinking anything alcoholic.

"The second most successful robbery was at the Pterodactyl. The guy actually smelled fresh oxygen before they stopped him…of course, he needed a trachea transplant afterward…"

John actually put his fork down at that. Jack didn't blame him; that just sounded painful.

"And the closest anyone has gotten to robbing a New Vegas casino…it was at the Pharaoh, and he got outside with his loot…he came, he grabbed…they conquered."

The Doctor looked at both of them closely. "But what am I saying? You guys are pros, the best. I'm sure you can make it out of the actual casino. Of course, lest we forget…once you're out, you're still in the middle of the Vegas Galaxies! Security can grab you anytime they want!"

Jack managed to look suitably chastened, and knew John was doing the same.

"You're right," John said, turned to Jack. "He's right."

"Doctor, you're right," Jack agreed. "Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs."

"That's exactly right. Pure ego." John wiped his fingers on his napkin as he admitted it.

"Exactly," the Doctor said, beaming.

"Thank you for setting us straight," Jack said as he and John both rose. "Sorry we bothered you."

"No problem," the Doctor said. "Look we go way back, and I still owe you from that thing…with that guy, in that…place…and I'll never forget it."

Apparently, he had, but Jack wasn't going to remind him. He just reached across the table to shake the man's hand. "It was our pleasure."

"Give Rose your addresses, I got some clothes I want to send you. Just cleaned out my wardrobe…"

Jack turned away from the table, John walking by his side. He could tell that the Doctor was really interested, but also knew that this was make or break time. If the Doctor didn't call them back…

"Just out of curiosity," came the inevitable shout, "which casinos did you two geniuses pick to rob?"


The pair turned back to look at the Doctor, still seated at the table.

"Oh…just the Gallifrey," Jack answered.

"The New Utopia," John added.

"And the Grand Valiant," Jack finished.

There was a pause. "Those are Harold Saxon's casinos." The Doctor sounded almost accusatory.

John looked at Jack, his eyebrows raised. "You know, he's right."

"What have you got against Saxon?"

"The real question is," Jack responded, "is what do you have against Harold Saxon?"

"Took my casino, muscled me out…and now he's going to blow it up to make room for yet another eyesore. And I so hate explosions, they're so…loud." His eyes narrowed. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing."

"What are we doing, Doctor?" John asked, not even trying to sound innocent.

"If you're going to take on Harold Saxon, you'd better know. At the end of this, he better not know you're involved. Not know your names, or even if you're still alive. Because he'll kill you, and then he'll go to work on you."

"That's why we have to be very careful," Jack replied. "We have to be precise. We have to be well-funded."

"Well, you have to be nuts as well." The Doctor blew out his cheeks. "And you're going to need a crew as nuts as you are." He paused. "Who do you have in mind?"

Jack resisted the grin. This was going just the way he'd planned.

Chapter Four...



awesome, awesome, awesome!! I really like the way you've blended the script to the futuristic setting, it works so well!! Really, really looking forward to meeting the team =D
I'm glad it's working. I think the first thing I did (even before fleshing out the team) was to transfer the setting to the future. It just made more sense with this cast than to keep it in contemporary Vegas.

Next chapter up in a couple of days, and then you'll meet the rest of the crew.
Fabulous, absolutely so!
I am glad you like it! It's a hoot to write!
love the casino names :D

great chapter
well, after three chapters: I'm addicted!
I suppose that Ianto replaces Julia Roberts: wonderful

but Hart replaces Pitt .... it was a bold! I confess that I prefer Brad ;-)
Well, I know about the whole Brad thing, and you're right...but I changed it enough so that it's vintage Hart in the role. And yes...I made Ianto the girl character. I need not to do that anymore..! :)
Ahaha, I love the vibrator bit! That's so John. I confess, I have a weakness for unrequited John/Jack. John's just so cute when he's all besotted with Jack, and Jack's all about Ianto.

I think I know what Jack has against Saxon, and it probably has something to do with why he won't drink coffee. :-D
Oh yes. I've loved writing John in this. He's easily one of my favorite characters in this. He'd perfect for the part.

And yes, Jack does have a beef with our Mr. Saxon, and you could be right...!