Title: Lucky 13

Chapter title: Rock my world

Fandom: Ocean's eleven (Ocean's 13, technically)

Pairing: Virgil/Turk (slash)

Rating: PG

Chapter Summary: He already knows he was overreacting to the whole Sweetheart thing, and now they're about to be buried alive under the remnants of the tackiest hotel and casino in Vegas, and the last thing they'll have done before the ceiling falls in on them is fight.

Virgil's POV during the "earth quake".

A/N: This is the 6th chapter in Lucky 13 that takes place during the third movie (Ocean's thirteen) and is the 5th part of the Driving me crazy 'Verse (which includes all three movies)

"Hit 'em harder", Rusty's voice buzzes in their ears.

The brothers look at each other. A mirrored spark of excitement in both their eyes. They pull the levers. The wheel whines as it's pushed to its limit. The ground trembles under their feet.

Virgil steps up close to Turk and leans down to capture his lips in a quick kiss. The added vibration of the assimilated earth quake sends a tingle out into his toes and fingertips, but he keeps the kiss shallow and brief, not wanting to accidentally knock their teeth together or bite his brother's tongue off.

Turk's arms slide around his waist and with a wicked grin he pull Virgil closer until their lower bodies touch. Virgil half-laughs, half-moans as the tremors pass through both their bodies.

"Not a good idea", he groans against the side of Turk's neck.

Then a thought occurs to him and he chuckles. He trails his nose up Turks neck, then puts his lips against the shell of his ear.

"You rock my world", he whispers, and smiles when Turk tilts his head back and laughs.

I did that, he thinks proudly.

Reluctantly he leans away from his brother and checks his watch. It's time. He grabs Turk's hands from behind his back and squeezes them gently before letting them go.

Turk follows him to the row of levers and they switch them all offand wait for the tremours to stop, only they don't. Turk shrugs at him and walks over to the wheel to double-check. Virgil gives the meters a once-over, then follows him. The wheel is off.

"Alright guys, shut her down", Danny yells through the noise in their ear pieces. "Shut her down!"

"She is shut down", Turk calls back, there's a forced calmness to his voice, and Virgil knows he's worried.

"This is no time to joke, fellas!" Rusty yells.

"Do I sound like I'm laughing, Sweetheart", Turk shoots back.

Virgil frowns. He looks over at Turk.

Ever since they were kids Turk has always called him names, he called other people names too, he's always been cocky that way, but 'Sweetheart' was always reserved for Virgil, and always for when there was just the two of them. It was the special nickname.

He's being silly. He knows he's being silly.

"What?" Turk says.

Virgil just shakes his head and looks down. Turk walks by him over to the rows of levers again. Double-checking them all.

"Why are you checking those again for, the wheel's off", Virgil says as he joins him. "It's the building, it's probably coming down…"

Turk just looks at him.

Virgil can't explain it, it's not that he's jealous or anything. It's just Rusty and he doesn't get it. He really doesn't. Everyone seems to be so smitten by him, Turk is so smitten by him, so impressed, so star-struck, but he's charming in that obvious way, which gets really boring after a while, and really isn't that good looking, at least Virgil doesn't think so. Yet everyone seems to think he's perfect, even Turk.

Apparently Virgil's the only one who remembers what a mess he made of Amsterdam just because he had the hots for that detective. That was just embarrassing. The thing with the cell phone, completely amateurish.

"Okay, what's up with you now?" Turk insists.

Virgil grits his teeth.

"Nothing. Sweetheart."

Turk just blinks, then he huffs and puffs for a bit like he can't believe what he's hearing. Virgil rolls his eyes and turn his head away.

"Really? Are you serious?" Turk says.

"I don't want to talk about it now-"

"You can't be serious-!"

"The building's about to collapse on us, I don't want to fight-!"

"For fuck's sake!"

"-with you now! Please!"

Virgil fixes his brother with a hard look. Turk finally nods, and turns away.

Virgil thinks he might have made a mistake. He already knows he was overreacting to the whole Sweetheart thing, and now they're about to be buried alive under the remnants of the tackiest hotel and casino in Vegas, and the last thing they'll have done before the ceiling falls in on them is fight.

Then again, they've been fighting each other all their lives, so it's only fitting they go out that way too, he figures.

The tremours stop.

Turk turns around to face him again. Virgil looks up and meets his gaze. And for a moment he forgets about Rusty and everything else that's been happening, and he smiles.

I guess we survived this one too, he thinks.

"Alright", Turk says.

He tears open the front of Virgil's overalls and yanks off the top button of the shirt underneath, the button with the tiny microphone in it. He then yanks out his own, and tosses them both on the floor. Then he takes out his ear piece and does the same with that. Virgil watches him and says nothing. Slowly he takes out his own ear piece and lets it drop the the ground. He doesn't ask what Turk is up to, because he already knows, he knows they're going to have a talk, like proper grown-ups, and he knows he'll have to answer a bunch of questions he hasn't even answered for himself yet.

But Turk doesn't ask any question.

"Speak", is all he says, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Speak?" Virgil repeats.

"Yeah."

Virgil heaves a great sigh as leans back against the wall next to the levers, seemingly deflating. Turk's gaze is relentless on him. He stays where he is, legs strong, feet wide apart, arms stubbornly crossed in front of him.

Stubborn jackass, Virgil thinks.

"Not here", he says.

"This can't wait", Turk counters, and he almost looks apologetic for a moment.

"What do you want me to say", Virgil mutters.

Turk sighs then. Virgil can see him in his peripheral, how he uncrosses his arms and shifts his weight.

"Alright", he says finally, and for a minute Virgil thinks he's relented, but then the questions come after all. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Virgil looks up at him. Turk stares back, no trace of emotion in his face, just calm eyes and expectant eyebrows. Virgil shakes his head.

"Alright. Good", his brother breathes, the relief not visable in his face or body language, but audible in his voice. "Then, have I done something?"

"Like what?"

"Something to upset you, I don't know."

"Turk…"

"Yeah?"

Virgil looks down again. This whole time, he's known he's being silly, but he just can't seem to shake the feeling that he's making a big mistake. But how is he supposed to tell his brother that. How is he supposed to explain something that he doesn't really understand himself, something that's more a feeling than a thought anyway, something that doesn't even make sense.

Because this thing they have going now, it feels great in all the right ways. And they're getting along for the first time in their lives, and also for the first time in their lives, Virgil feels like his brother actually likes having him around, that he actually likes him, as a person, and that feels better than anything has ever felt before. It doesn't make sense for him to be scared that he's losing something, when what he had was worse than what he has now.

He shakes his head again. Because he can't explain it. He'll probably never be able to, not even to himself.

"Tell me", Turk insists.

"It's nothing, I'm just being silly", Virgil mumbles.

Turk snorts, "What else is new."

Virgil welcomes the familiarity and smiles. Then Turk is standing just there, on the edge of his personal space, peering into his face. One of his hands is a comforting weight on Virgil's shoulder, and oddly enough he feels a little lighter. He dips his weight forward enough to touch his forehead to Turk's, and he closes his eyes.

"You can though", Turk mumbles. "Tell me, if there's something to tell."

"I'm just waiting for the second shoe to drop", Virgil admits quietly.

The hand on his shoulder squeezes him gently. Then it pulls him forward until he's resting completely against his brother's broad chest, strong arms encircling him and holding him. They don't say anything else. Virgil puts his head on Turk's shoulder and rests his hands on his hips, allowing himself to just be held for a moment.

They never hugged, even as kids, and it should be scary like everything else, only this isn't. This feels familiar even though it shouldn't. It feels safe, and right.

Virgil turns his head on top of Turk's shoulder so that his nose is nuzzled against his neck. And he inhales that special Turk smell, and he just refrains from sighing.

"So who do you think's figured it out?" Turk says.

"Of the guys? I don't know. I'm pretty sure Basher hasn't. Danny might have… and Reuben."

"Reuben? Really?"

"I think maybe yeah…"

"What about Rusty?"

"I don't know."

Turk's hands travel up to his neck, then cups his face and nudges it up and away from his shoulder, so that he can look Virgil in the eye.

"Are you really jealous of Rusty? I mean, really", he says.

Virgil blushes. He wets his lips and leans in for a kiss. Turk kisses back briefly, but then he pushes him away from him again and fixes him with one of his serious looks, and his mouth is set in a determined line, Virgil knows this face, knows that this is his brother when he's had enough bullshit. He gives him a half-smile.

"I guess, no", he says.

"You guess?"

"I mean, he's not that great, as everyone seems to think all the time-"

"Everyone."

"And sometimes I don't get what it is about him that impresses you so much, and yeah it gets a little annoying, but I'm not jealous or anything."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, yeah, and you called him Sweetheart", Virgil mumbles.

Turk pulls on his earlobe to make him look at him, he pulls hard, and it really hurts. Virgil glares at him. But Turk only twitches his eyebrows at him, the stubborn jackass.

Virgil shoves him lightly, but he doesn't as much as sway, and Virgil's hand just keeps resting there, in the middle of his chest and he should either shove him harder or let his hand fall to the side again, but he does neither.

He can feel his brother's heart underneath him, hammering a steady rhythm.

The chest presses against his palm a little more, and he glances up.

"Are you going to tell me", Turk insists softly.

"I just never heard you say that before", Virgil says.

"Say what, 'Sweetheart'?"

"Yeah, not to anyone else, not even when we were kids, that was just… me. I told you it was stupid."

"No. No, it's not… I just, I guess I didn't think about it."

Virgil lets his hands fall away from Turk's chest. He nods.

"Tonight, I mean", Turk says then. "When I was talking to Rusty, I wasn't thinking about what I was saying, I couldn't tell you why I called him that, I barely even remember saying it, and you're right, that's… you know… yours."

"…Yeah?"

"Yeah", Turk says, then he glances over his shoulder. "Look we probably don't have long…"

He fixes Virgil with another one of his looks, the searching one, and Virgil remembers the first time his brother looked at him like that. It was in the school yard, third grade, and Turk had just broken their buddy Mike's nose. That's what it is, Virgil thinks, it's his big brother look.

Age, he realizes then, and the fact that they happen to be the same one just because they couldn't even agree on who should come first, is just a technicality, or a number as the saying goes. And when it comes down to it, when it really matters, Virgil knows he has a big brother in Turk. And he doubts that anything, not this new aspect to their relationship, not Rusty, not anything he can think of, could ever change that.

Turk eyes him suspiciously.

Virgil just shakes his head. He tries to thin out his smile, but it keeps stretching across his face, he can't help it. Leaning forward he bumps Turk's forehead with his own again before he straightens up and brushes past him. He starts gathering up their things, feelings his brother's wary eyes on him the entire time.

"Gents, seriously!" Basher roars at them when he shows up again a moment later. "What is the matter with you two! That's the second time tonight that you haven't responded when we were trying to reach you!"

"Sorry", Virgil says. "What's going on?"

"Fireworks. And Danny wants everyone to have drink together before we split up. On him. So let's go!"

The End.