dialogs
Some dialogs... to be part of some future fic I guess ...
or maybe some full-dialog fic or whatever it is called.
To be posted on oceanfic someday.
Title: tonight
Summary: About old loves and spanish poets
Pairing: past Saul/Rusty, many other suggested (past & present)
Rating: PG
Note: to be finished!
Soft knocks on the door. Sitting on the bed, his back resting on the wall, Saul raised his eyes from the book he was reading and sighted knowingly.
“Yes.”
Rusty popped his head through the doorframe, a sad smile on.
“Hey.”
Saul stared for a few seconds then raised an eyebrow.
“Mind if I come in?”
Saul stared at him blankly a few more seconds, just for measure, and sighted. As he dropped his eyes back to his book, Rusty took a step in and closed the door behind him.
“What?” Saul asked, not even giving a look.
Rusty stayed immobile staring at the floor until Saul finally gave up and put his book aside.
“What?”
“Bored.” Rusty answered, a half shameful, half amused smile playing on his lips. Saul gave another sight.
“And say I hoped that having everybody back here would keep you entertained for a while. Can’t you just go and chat with them or play poker or whatever?”
Rusty looked up, a seductive smile on. “You were always special to me, Saul.”
“Drop the act.”
As an answer, Rusty laid down at his side, resting on his elbow.
“What are you reading?”
“The last you sent me.”
“Lorca?” it wasn’t really a question merely stating a fact. “Which poem?”
The older man gave him a look then quotes the book.
“El grito deja en el viento una sombra de ciprés.”
“Dejadme en este campo llorando,” Rusty finished, much to the old man astonishment. “I like this one. Todo se ha roto en el mundo. No queda más que el silencio. Dejadme en este campo llorando ”
Saul glanced back from Rusty to the book.
“El horizon sin luz está mordido de hogueras. Ya os he dicho que me dejéis en este campo llorando. I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”
“I knew you did.”
Knocks on the door. Rusty grabbed Saul arm before he had a chance to answer. “You are not here”, he whispered.
“Saul?” Danny voice called from behind the door.
“Just a second!” Saul answered, giving Rusty a quizzical look. Rusty rolled his eyes and fell on his back
“I am not here” he whispered, his eyes closed.
“Have you seen Russ’?” Danny voice kept questioning.
“hum… No. Why?” his eyes on the body lying on the bed “You are looking for him?”
“No… not really… ” the voice faded just a little “I was just wondering … well … something…” the voice fade totally.
“Care to explain?” Saul voice was sharp. Rusty opened an eye as if to check if his personal security was threatened, and by the look Saul gave him he deduced that it was indeed, at least if he didn’t came out with a very good explanation.
“Wanted to drag me into a tell or dare game.” He said tentatively.
Saul had to fight hard to keep a dead serious face. “And I guess it would have been quite embarrassing to tell how many of your partners in crime you have made out with?”
“You’ve got it!” he answered grinning wide, then suddenly offended “Hey! Not that many!”
“Do the kid knows?”
“What about?”
“In general.”
“Nope.”
“Gonna tell him?”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“I think he knows. The way he looks at you, glad and sad at the same time.”
“What do you think he knows?” Rusty asked doubtful.
“That you are cheating on him.”
“I am not. I never promised him to be true, anyway.”
“Do you love him?”
“I like him. I care for him.”
“Have you ever loved anybody, kid?” Rusty exhaled deeply and looked away.
“No … maybe … twice … don’t call me that.” he sighted deeply and closed his eyes, his head resting on his hands.
“Are you giving me the names or do I have to torture you?”
Rusty grinned sheepishly “Torture sounds good.” Saul nodded.
“Right, so why did it ended?”
“The first keeps pretending he is not interested. I ran away from the second”
“Why?”
“Scared. Didn’t want to see her face when she finds out who I really am.”
“Meaning you lied to her?”
“Not really lied. She knew I was a thief, I just didn’t go into details. And I happened not to mention I was involved in a case she was working on.”
“Working on?”
“A cop. Don’t ever mention it.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah.”
…
…
“So, what about the first one?”
“Some crazy old bastard. Been together some time but pretends I can’t possibly be interested in him.”
“Oh… ever told him?”
“In words?”
“It is what people usually do. Using words to say what they want other people to know”
“I don’t use words. But I told him.”
“Yes…I guess you did…”
“Mind if I stay?”
“Too tired to go back to your room?”
“I don’t like sleeping alone.”
“I doubt you will.”
“So?”
“Don’t take all the cover.”
Rusty chuckled, and opened his eyes just enough to give Saul a look.
“You have to introduce me to this lady of yours someday.”
“You don’t plan on stealing her bank money, do you?” Saul joked, lying at his side.
“Dunno. Remind me, am I a bastard?”
“Considering you have no father?”
“Fuck you.”
“Dream on.”
“Yep.”
…
…
“So...”
“I gonna go. I sleep restlessly anyway, always take all the cover.” Rusty said, moving to a sitting position.
“I know that.”
“Yes.” Rusty got up slowly and brushed his shirt absently. “Do you love her?”
“I care for her.”
“It’s more than many can say.”
“You’re back to your room?”
“Yes. It’s not that far after all.” Rusty gave a small smile then headed to the door.
“Right. So who are you sleeping with tonight? Linus or Danny?”
“Fuck you.”
“Yep.”
They exchanged a smile before Rusty made his way out of the room.
“Rusty!” Saul called out.
Rusty turned to face him.
“Be careful with the kid. He is still young and sensitive. Be kind with him.”
“I will.” He exited the room and closed the door behind.
Saul sat up and opened his book again.
“Los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre
bajo la tierra seca.
Andalucia tiene
Largos caminos rojos.
Cordoba, olivos verdes
Donde poner cien cruces,
que los recuerden.
Los cien enamorados
duermen para siempre.”
Title: as always
Summary: How can one be casual and relaxed when questionning Frank on such a sensible subject? One can't. Even when his name is Reuben
Pairing: past Isabel/Rusty
Rating: PG
Note: to be finished!
“Tell me about the kid.”
Frank shot him an astonished look.
“Linus?”
“hum… no I meant Rusty.” Reuben was embarrassed now. He had done everything to keep it casual, relaxed. He had fucked it. Now, Frank was in.
“What about him?” Frank raised an eyebrow at him.
“You have been with him in Europe, yeah?”
“For some time.”
“On a job?”
“Yes.”
“Oh… went out well?”
“Pretty well. Russ almost got caught but that’s only because he lingered there too long after we’re done.”
“Any reason to that?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
Frank gave him another look. The kind of look meaning ‘I am recording all this conversation and I will necessarily happen to know why you are so curious and then I’ll make sure to use it to ruin your life’.
“You know him. The guy likes risk.”
“Yes. I understand. You know, somehow, I thought he met somebody there. Some kind of lover.”
Frank only smiled. Still recording Reuben thought.
“You have known him for a long time, haven’t you?”
Frank just stared. It was common knowledge he had known Rusty barely out of diapers. It was true. For Rusty anyway.
“You must know him pretty well.”
“I know a lot about him. Doesn’t necessarily mean I know him well.”
“Oh… Good”
Reuben stayed silent for a moment. Frank drank from his cocktail glass then asked:
“What is it you’re worried about?”
Reuben hesitated for a second.
“Do you think he knows what he’s doing?”
“Doesn’t he always?”
“Yes.” Reuben sighted “He certainly does.”
“What about?”
The older man stared in astonishment before he could answer.
“The scam, in general,” and as Frank raised an eyebrow, “his trust in Danny,” but Frank just kept on staring, so he held his breath and simply asked: “He is not doing well those times, is he?”
Frank sighted deeply, his eye closed. When he opened them again Reuben was staring at him, determined to have his answer. He held his gaze.
“I thought I was the only one to have noticed.”
“What is it for?”
Frank drop his gaze.
“Some issues just can’t be solved.”
“No?” Reuben asked worried.
“I don’t know.”
“Whatever it is, he gonna put it aside for the time of the job?” It wasn’t really a question.
“Doesn’t he always?”