Title: Times they are a-changing, Chapter 2 - Travelling by train

Fandom: Ocean's eleven (Ocean's 12, technically)

Pairing: Virgil/Turk (implied slashy feelings)

Rating: PG

Chapter Summary:

A/N: This is the second chapter in Times they are a-changing that takes place during the second movie (Ocean's twelve) and is part of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies)

CHAPTER TWO - TRAVELLING BY TRAIN

"It's ridiculous", Turk bitches. "It's a moral issue we're dealing with here! Not to mention we don't have a grease man anymore 'cause he's in a bag somewhere, we don't know!"

"We got a bag man", Virgil says.

And yeah the joke was stupid, but he's expecting a snort at least, maybe a chuckle at the how bad the joke was, but Turk just stares at him silently for second, then calls him an ape and makes a show of pointedly looking elsewhere, as though Virgil is just a waste of his time.

"An animal", he continues listlessly. "With no feelings, you are."

"I have feelings-"

"No, you don't."

"Look- Yeah, I do! I feel bad for the guy, he's a human being stuck in a piece of luggage. But he's got water, he's got air, I mean, what did you want them to do?"

"Oh my God. They should've gotten off the bus-!"

"Get off the bus-!"

"-get off the bus, pick up the bag-!"

"-they were trying to be inconspicuous-!"

"-that your friend is in!"

"-How many professional soccer teams do you know that are fielding fifty-year-old men?"

Turk just shakes his head at him the entire time, like he can't believe they're even having this discussion.

"Rusty's not fifty years old", Danny says and they both realise that he's been standing next to them for better part of their argument.

"Yeah, dude, we know Rusty's not fifty", Turk murmurs.

Virgil shoots him a look. He's still looking past Virgil's shoulder, only now he's puffing his chest out, and he's rolling his weight slightly over the balls of his feet and pursing his lips. Virgil has to stomp down the impulse to look over his shoulder, but he'd bet anything his brother is looking at Rusty. He's got that ridiculous, star-struck gleam in his eye.

"You think I'm fifty years old?" Danny asks, and Turk tears his gaze away from whatever it's stuck to, Rusty, and looks at him.

If Virgil didn't know better, he'd think his brother had a crush or something.

And if he was gay, Rusty is precisely the type he'd go for too, Virgil just knows it. At least judging by the type of girls he usually goes for. Stereotypical and on-the-surface good looks, but with no trace of a personality, besides in their outfits, that are always designed to feature their perfect form, and they're always dazzling you with their smiles so that you'll get distracted and not realise how boring and predictable they are.

"No, let me ask you something", Danny says and turns to Virgil instead, an amused twinkle in his eye and one of his cocksure smirks in place. "How old do you think I am?"

Danny too, he thinks, is someone Turk would go for. Not as Playgirl as Rusty, but with his dark eyes and voice, and that classic beauty… at least, Virgil guesses that's how one might describe him, not that he's ever thought of him that way… but again, predictable, surface, boring.

"Forty-eight", he answers him, and fights to keep a straight face when the smirk falters.

"You think I'm forty-eight years old?"

"Fifty-two?"

And then he leaves again.

"Maybe he should have asked me", Turk says.

"Nobody should ever ask you anything", Virgil shoots back.

"The guy's life isn't hard enough right now, you gotta-"

"You gonna defend him-?"

"Little bit, yeah."

"He put Yen in a hand bag!"

Turk jerks his head slightly to the side, almost yielding, always just almost, never completely. And only a minute ago he was kicking up a fuss about the whole thing, but of course since it's Danny and Rusty… Virgil turns away from Turk.

He can see Rusty standing approximately where Turk had been looking. He's talking to Linus, and by the looks of it he's being obnoxious, because he's got that playful little smile on his face and Linus looks confused.

Virgil imagines what it would be like if it had been him who'd lost the bag with Yen in it, and what his brother would say then. It'd be an imaginative variety of insults, most of them to do with his lack of intellect, for sure. And he wouldn't have worried about keeping his voice down either. On the contrary, he would've gladly let the entire train station know what an idiot he thinks Virgil is.

But since it was Danny and Rusty, he's fine with just whining quietly about it to his brother. Virgil doubts if he'd even call Rusty stupid to his face, ever.

"What's up with you now?" Turk asks him then.

"What?" Virgil mutters.

"Something's got your panties in a-"

"Shut up."

"-twist, I'm just curious."

"You're an idiot", Virgil counters, but he's heart's not really in it.

Rusty grabs a couple of their bags and boards the train. Virgil turns back to his brother again, and finds him watching him, and he does look curious.

"Seriously", he says. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Why were you glaring at Rusty?"

"I wasn't glaring at Rusty, I was glaring at you, I just didn't want to look at you", he snaps.

"Alright fellas, let's go!" Rusty yells from the open train door.

The others divide the luggage between them and start filing into the train. Rusty is still wearing his sunglasses inside, even though his seat is in the shade, and the compartment is rather dark.

It's not until his face breaks out in a grin that Virgil realises he's been staring at him. He shakes his head, to show that he was actually lost in thought, not deliberately staring, but Rusty just keeps grinning, and Virgil thinks maybe he didn't buy it.

Turk plops down in the seat next to him, shoulder bumping into his. Virgil sighs and shoves him back.

"What?" Turk says.

"Keep to your side."

"I am on my side, what're you talking-"

"-You're crowding me, do you have to-"

"-about, I'm sitting normally, I'm not even touching you-!"

"-do you have to sit there?"

Turk purses his lips, then quirks them in one of his not-so-amused smiles and nods slightly.

"No", he says and gets up again. "I don't have to sit here."

Virgil's not sure why he gets a sinking feeling in his belly when Turk walks away and goes to sit by himself a few rows down, but he thinks he might be feeling bad for over-reacting, also Turk had the same look in his eyes as he did just before Terry Benedict showed up at the family dinner, when Virgil hadn't mentioned his name. He'd felt bad then, too. But the bastard deserved it. Besides, he was thanking everyone who'd been supportive of the wedding and welcoming towards Sarah entering the family, and his brother had been neither, rather deliberately and stubbornly, so why should Virgil thank him, he had nothing to thank him for.

Virgil slouches down in his seat.

The sinking feeling is still there, it seems to hollow him out because he feels suddenly empty, and cold inside. He looks over at where Turk is sitting.

He gets out of his seat and walks over to him. He waves a hand in front of his face to get his attention, and his brother frowns but presses pause on his mp3-player, albeit reluctantly, then gives Virgil an expectant look. But Virgil just gestures for him to take his headphones off, as well.

"What?" Turk snaps as he's got them off.

"Do have my book?"

"Your what?"

"My book, I can't find it in my bag, I thought maybe it ended up in yours by mistake."

"Since when do you read?"

"Ha-ha, very funny-"

"Why would I have your book in my bag-?"

"I don't know, maybe you took it-"

"Why would I want to take your book-?"

"-by mistake, I can't find it in mine! Know what, never mind…"

Virgil starts to walk back to his seat again. The whole thing was stupid to begin with, he'd acted on pure impulse and clearly he didn't know what he was doing.

"Hang on!", Turk calls after him. "I'll look."

Virgil pauses, half-spins around to face him, and shakes his head. Then he sinks down in his own seat again. He glances at the bag by his feet. The book's in the outside pocket, he knows it is.

End.