Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Ocean's Eleven Trilogy. Go figure.
Kitai Shinsei: I'm sorry! Every time I start to reply to one of your reviews I get distracted (It doesn't help that exams start soon!) I'm glad that you actually like these oneshots, makes them worth writing. As for making you want to watch the sequels, Ocean's twelve is only worth watching so you have some background for Thirteen. It was the worst movie in the trilogy but it was okay. I'm doing fine, got over my pesky flu that was running rampant and my family is doing pretty good too. You take care of yourself, don't let those kids run you down!
General review replies:
Is Harry going to give into Rusty easily? Not a chance! Rusty'll have to work hard to win him back.
Are the chapters going to be long?: Someone missed the series of drabbles memo. This isn't some long multi-chaptered fic, it's short, maybe ten chapters depending on how ambitious I get, consisting mostly of drabbles.
Is this related to any of your other stories?: No. While I may borrow some things this is an entirely separate plot than my other stories.
Who is Harry presently involved with?: Not entirely sure yet. You can bet he has red hair though.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciated the feedback. Read and Review please!
"Who the hell are you?" Turk shouted as he jumped up from his seat.
"Apparently I'm the bloke that's going to save your ass," the man said as he stepped out into the light. "For those of you who don't know, the name's Harry Potter. Basher, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you and your crew."
"Wait. Wait. Now we're Basher's crew?" Turk asked disbelievingly. "This is unbelievable."
"No respect," his brother added. "We get no respect."
"Quirky group," Harry said contemplatively. "Must make the after job parties fun."
Basher got up and engulfed the green eyed man in a bear hug. "It's good to see you mate. What's up? I thought you were still in France."
"Bit of a problem actually. For both of us," he said looking around. "Really guys, an abandoned hat factory? How cheesy can you get?"
"Well Benedict's got eyes and ears in all the up class hotels in the country at the moment so we went for the next best thing. Danny Ocean, by the way."
"Nice to finally meet you, love what you did with the Benedict job by the way," Harry said with a smile as he sat on a nearby table. "So do you want the bad news first, the worst news, or the news that'll make you feel absolutely crappy?"
"Let's start with the bad news," Danny said with a grin, liking the man's style already.
"Well you guys are being toyed with."
"Who?" Rusty asked.
"LeMarc."
"Why?" Danny asked with a confused scowl.
"Isabel Lahiri, his daughter."
"Fuck," Rusty swore bitterly.
"How?" Danny asked as he shot his friend a stern questioning look.
"Toulour."
"Okay," Danny said calmly. "We can deal with that. The worst news?"
"LeMarc'll have my ass if I help you wiggle your way out of the job."
"And the news that'll make us feel like absolute crap?" Reuben asked around his cigar.
"Well if you don't play LeMarc's game, then he and his daughter will never reunite, Toulour will prance around all of Europe proclaiming he's the best thief ever, and trust me if you knew that ponce you'd understand why it's such a bad thing. Then Benedict will kill you all," Harry sighed. "I don't like this anymore than you guys do, mostly because LeMarc is trying to tell me what to do. I'm not one of his, never have been, never will be. I was taught by greater men and thieves than that old man will ever be. So it's your choice really. I just thought you'd all like to make an informed one before you got in too deep."
The room fell silent while Danny and Rusty thought furiously. "You gonna tell me?" Danny asked Rusty suddenly.
Rusty winced. "There was a thing, with a girl, back when you were-"
"I see. Was it serious?"
The blond grimaced this time as he shot a look at Harry. "At the time."
Danny cocked an eyebrow. "So she was the bint?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly.
"So where does that leave us?"
"Up shit creek sans the paddles?" Harry interrupted. "Listen, you guys have gotta decide fast what you're going to do. If you don't go along with this, LeMarc is going to make your lives hell."
"Not like we have much of a choice then," Frank said suddenly. "I don't like the thought of playing some old guys game though."
"Me neither," Livingston added as he wrung his hands nervously.
"None of us do," Danny said. "LeMarc's not a bad guy though and I wouldn't mind helping him out."
"At the cost of a hundred million dollars?" Frank asked pointedly.
Danny shrugged sheepishly. "We'll ask for compensation."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah because the old man has that much money laying around."
"Well then," Rusty asked leaning forward, "what do you suggest we do?"
The green eyed man thought for a moment. "Well you guys won't be able to handle multiple jobs, Toulour would see through all of you in an instant. Likewise I can't help you pull whatever LeMarc is sending your way-"
"Why not?" Rusty asked.
"Toulour will have you under surveillance the minute the game begins. LeMarc would have expected you to go see him before meeting Toulour."
"And we would have," Danny said thoughtfully. "How did you find all this out anyways?"
Harry sneered. "The man keeps trying to recruit me. I'm not interested, but between him and Toulour they manage to make my life hell. Maybe he meant for me to figure it all out and to inform you. Maybe I am playing into his plans, but I didn't want one of my friends getting involved in his little game if I could help it."
"Aww, thanks Harry-" Rusty began.
"I wasn't talking about you Ryan," Harry snapped. "I meant Basher."
"Gee," Rusty muttered. "You sure know how to make a guy feel loved."
"I try," he said smugly as he slid off the table. "Give me a call when you guys have finished playing LeMarc's game, I'll set up some jobs for you. Ta."
Rusty watched him go in silence.
"So," Danny started.
"Don't say it."
"I wasn't going to-"
"Bullshit," the blond deadpanned before turning to face him. "Help me fix it?"
Danny considered it for a moment. "We'll need a lot of flowers and balloons. Maybe some lotion too."
Basher stiffened. "What the hell do you need the lotion for?"
Rusty looked at him incredulously. "For the baby shower con. How else am I going to get the start up money to buy Harry a 'I'm sorry gift'."
They all looked at him in disbelief while Basher inwardly sighed in relief.
"Wait, what'd you think I was going to use it for?" Rusty groaned as he saw the looks they sent him. "Get your minds out of the gutter!" He snapped. "I'd need lube for that!"
A/N: For some reason this one didn't satisfy me. I may have to change things around one day.