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Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Six

Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Six
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.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, or Ocean's Eleven

New Vegas City, New Vegas

John Hart stood with his back against the railing, eating a plate of battered kano chunks and watching the crowd as they ebbed and flowed around him. He had to admit, the Gallifrey Casino was very tastefully decorated compared to some of the others that had been built on New Vegas: soft lighting, deep red carpet, understated furnishings…only the chiming and clinking from the gaming machines disturbed the quietness of the atmosphere, and even then the noises were almost discrete.

Once everyone started about their assigned tasks, things had progressed rapidly. Yes, there were a few rumbles – Andy being one of them, not liking that he'd been put onto following Saxon about like some sort of puppy – but despite the different personalities and opinions everything was running smoothly.

Which was when John just knew things would go to hell.

He sighed, popping another nugget into his mouth as he waited. It was his particular job as Jack's second to check and make sure all the others were doing what they needed to. He'd made the rounds, getting various signs from the others that it was all going according to plan.

Gwen was doing a fantastic job with reconnaissance, timing everything from the dealers' rotations to the security guards' rounds. She was also managing to flirt with most of her fellow employees, discovering personal details that might come in handy later.

The Cardiff brothers were busily shadowing various other employees, mostly those responsible for working behind the scenes, making certain they knew who went where and when. They were also making note of the security cameras around each "Employee Entrance" and learning their way around the actual casino floor…although there were times Banana proved useless at it, and Rhys had to correct him.

John had also seen Mickey take a manhole dive down the street, knowing that he was checking out power and alarm lines, in order to "throw the switch on Sin World", as Jack had put it. Mickey had laughed at that, knowing that he only had to take down a majority of the surrounding area, but John could tell the demolitions expert was already considering ways to darken the entire planet. Which John had to admit would be a hell of a lot of fun.

Toshiko had already been "backstage" and had infiltrated the security and surveillance suite. They'd managed to "liberate" a technician's pass for her – good thing John had known that stripper who had one of the workers as a regular visitor – and the woman had gotten all her sneaky gadgets hooked up into the systems. She'd be able to see into any part of the casino from their hotel room…which was also in the Gallifrey; after all, if you're gonna steal from someone the least you can do is give them a little business.

Once their eyes and ears were open, they could concentrate on construction. Part of the plan had them building an exact replica of the vault, for practice and…for other things. Luckily the Doctor managed to find them an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the Strip, and they were able to get everything they needed, whether by paying for it or by conning it out of their unsuspecting prey. John had to admit that part was going rather well, and the replica would be up and ready quickly.

The Cardiff brothers were also put in charge of getting transport, with some grifting help from Gwen. She'd even managed to get the salesman to lower the prices on several vans they'd need. John was finding that sort of efficiency damned sexy, and it was just too bad he didn't like mixing business with pleasure or he'd have some of that.

The only problem they seemed to be having was with Owen.

He just seemed…off. Sure, he'd been out of the game for a while, but the jitters the grifter was putting out was even making Jack nervous…and that was something that didn't happen that often. They'd had it out in the hotel room, and Owen had pretty much put Jack in his place over it…

But John was going to keep an eye on him.

Speaking of Owen…he was just walking by, immaculately dressed in a suit that would have cost any of the dealers in the casino an entire years' wages, flanked by the Cardiff brothers wearing black, with dark glasses and noticeable bulges under their jackets. They were carrying Owen's bags, and didn't even glance in John's direction. John allowed his gaze to linger on Rhys – Banana wasn't his type, which was saying something – then he went back to looking for the one of the crew he really wanted to talk to.

Andy joined him a few minutes later.

"So," John began, contentedly eating another piece of his kano, "tell me about Saxon."

The pickpocket leaned against the railing next to John, his quick eyes watching what went on around him. John was impressed. "The guy is like a machine," he answered. "He arrives here every day at 14:00. Same flitter, same driver. He remembers every valet on his way in. Not bad for a buy worth over three-quarters of a billion."

John nodded. He'd heard about Saxon's fascination with time.

"He works in his office upstairs, then hits the casino floor at 19:00 on the nose," Andy went on. "Spends three minutes on the floor with his casino manager."

"What do they talk about?"

"All business. Saxon likes to know what's going on in his casinos. There's rarely an incident that he doesn't know about or doesn't handle personally."

Control freak…nice.

"He spends a few minutes glad-handing the high rollers. He's out by 19:30, when an assistant hands him a black portfolio. Contents: the day's take and the new security codes. Then he heads to the restaurant."

John glanced at his chronometer: 19:29:50.

"Give him about another ten seconds…" Andy prophesied.

Even as he finished saying it, John saw Saxon coming around the corner, heading toward the entrance to the casino's restaurant. He had a portfolio tucked under his arm.

"As I said," Andy replied, after Saxon had gone by, "a machine."

"And that portfolio contains the codes to all the cage doors?"

"Two minutes after they've changed, he's got 'em." Then Andy sighed. "I'll tell you: you guys sure know how to pick 'em. He's as smart and ruthless as they come. The last guy got caught cheating here, Saxon not only sent him up for ten years, he got SecGov to seize his property and bankrupted – "

"Bankrupted his brother-in-law's used flitter business," John interrupted. "Yeah, I heard. He's a real sweetheart."

"He doesn't just go after your knees…he goes after your livelihood…and everyone you'd ever met's livelihood."

"You scared?" John put the last of his snack into his mouth.

"You suicidal?" Andy shot back.

The conman chuckled. "Only in the morning after a night of celibacy." He set the plate on the nearest flat surface. "Now what?"

"Now the guy comes…if he comes after Saxon does, that means they're in a snit."

Guy? John hadn't heard that Saxon was into anyone at the moment. "Where's he come from?"

"The coffee shop upstairs. I think he's in charge of it or something. Wait…here he comes. I bet you like this…"

John glanced toward the ornate staircase…and froze.

The man was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Dark hair, blue eyes, gorgeous body wrapped up in a designer suit complete with waistcoat and silver watch chain, a deep red shirt contrasting against pale skin…

And John felt the breath leave his body, even as he was turning away from the approaching man, hoping that he hadn't been noticed…

Damn you, Jack!

"I don't know if we can use him yet," Andy was saying, as John's eyes followed that delectable arse into the restaurant. "I haven't even caught his name yet."


"What?" Andy sounded puzzled.

"His name is Ianto."


John stalked his way into the warehouse, the noise of construction not making a dent in his anger and disappointment. He barely noticed how much was done on the mock-up of the Gallifrey's vault, or the new vans parked away from the construction area.

He did see Jack though; he was standing beside a replica of one of the rolling carts. There was a stopwatch in his hand – and John knew just how much of a kink a stopwatch had been to both Jack and Ianto in their time together – and as he approached the false top of the cart flew open, revealing Jenny grinning around a rebreather held in her mouth.

"Twenty-nine minutes, forty-seven seconds," Jack said. "Everything okay?"

"No problem," she said, shimmying herself out of the enclosed space. "A little cramped, but nothing I can't handle."

"Jack," John interrupted, "I need to talk to you."

"Can't it wait?" Jack frowned.

"Nope, it's can't." To punctuate just how serious it was, John grabbed his partner by the arm and practically dragged him away, ignoring the looks he was getting.

They were nearly to the exit when John finally spoke. "Tell me this isn't about him," he snapped angrily. "Or else I'll walk off the job right now."

Jack pulled his arm out of John's grasp. "What are you talking about?" he asked, confusedly.

"Ianto." John practically spat the name. "He's with Harold Saxon. Tell me this isn't about screwing the guy who's screwing your husband."

"Ex-husband." Jack's voice was perfectly calm, and even though John had known him for years he couldn't see any cracks in that calmness.

"Tell me."

"It's not," Jack denied. Then he paused. "Well, not entirely." He met John's eyes squarely. "When we started in this business we told each other that we'd play the game like we had nothing to lose. But I lost something. Someone. That's why I'm here."

John felt the anger leave him. He'd known how much Jack had loved Ianto; he'd seen it. He'd even tried to tell the other conman that it would only end in tears. But Jack hadn't listened, and now it had come to this.

"Here's the problem, Jack. We're stealing two things now. And when push comes to shove, if you can't have both, which are you gonna choose? And remember: Ianto doesn't divide eleven ways."

Jack just looked at him, and John was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable under those eyes. "If things go to plan," he answered, "I won't have to make that choice."

Of course Jack had a plan. If it was thing John could count on in life, was that Jack Harkness always had a plan.

Well, he'd go along with it for now. But if there was any danger to the job...

"How'd he look, by the way?" Jack asked, sounding and looking hopeful.

"He looked good," John answered. But I've seen him happier, was the unspoken thought.

Chapter Seven...


Love the description of Ianto. Yummy!
Thanks! He really is quite beautiful, IMO...
I was waiting for this part. Its smooth sailing from here on out for me.
The next chapter is a little bit of a departure because I wanted more Ianto, so what you'll see wasn't really in the movie...
I need more, more i tell you!
Working on the next chapter now!
i was hoping for more ianto.
Don't worry...we get more in the next chapter...
oh, the plot thickens (and I actually love that I'm not 'spoiled', so to speak, by knowing the film)

great update
You haven't seen it? You should, it's quite a good film.

But you can wait til after this is done though... :-)
Apparently I own the DVD, so yeah, that may be a plan and I think I will wait indeed
I have several DVD's that I've never seen...heck, I bought a new shelf for them and found several I didn't even know I had when I went to move them!
et maintenant le sexy Ianto !
très agréable
J'aime la transposition à l'exception de ...
mais j'ai dû le mettre quelque part et il va comme un gant ce rôle !
I wish I spoke French...but I bet this is a good thing!

french !! yep ,I'm

oops: sorry: I was a mistake - well, my English is not great so I use google, which may explain some odd turns of phrase.
That's what I wanted to tell you:
and now the sexy Ianto!
I like the transposition with the exception of ... but in fact it fits like a glove that role! You've chosen: Hart is a good Pitt

Re: french !! yep ,I'm

Your English is just fine! I can understand you very well.

I'm glad you think I chose well with John Hart. It was the whole buddy thing that Clooney and Pitt had, that told me I had to cast him as Jack's partner.

Thank you!