J-E-Double Hockey Sticks-O (O11)
Fandom: Ocean's 11
Author: zeplum
Written for the Snackfood is Love Challenge, organized by the ever-lovely musesfool. I got Jell-O. Me and Jell-O have an uneasy truce - it only comes out when I have dental surgery. That uneasiness seems to have carried over to the challenge. It pretty much chased any Danny/Rusty away, but left me with a Linus I can love.
The last bit is purely a nod to Halloween, though I could see it happening. *g*
Danny, well, Danny's used to Rusty. He's comfortable, not in the old shoe sense, but in the sense that Rusty can finish his sentences with a well practiced silence and everything will be settled. Danny appreciates that.
He's used to Rusty quirks, particularly the food thing. It didn't take long for Danny to realize that Rusty had food in his hands almost every hour of the day, and after concluding that Rusty was not the victim of a tapeworm with a penchant for kung pao, Danny just learned to pass it off as another of Rusty's peculiarities.
Rusty sometimes falls into cycles with his foods; Danny has learned to hate the junk food cycle with a passion. Licking barbeque sauce off of Rusty's fingers is no hardship, but he can't stand the sickly sweet stick of cheap chocolate. But, despite it all, Danny's stood by Rusty through the O. Henry phase, and even the dreaded Zagnut phase, but this; this has gone to far...
"Jell-O cups, Rusty. In the bedside drawer."
"It's convenient."
"That's why people put the lube there."
Rusty shrugged. "They both make me smile."
*****
Linus has it all planned out. If he ever gets caught, lord forbid, and has to do time -- which might be a moot point, because Linus sincerely hopes that if he is caught, it's only for picking pockets and not for anything really criminal -- he'll have to see the prison shrink.
It's not a situation he's exactly looking forward to, but he has got a plan.
She will start by asking about his father and his mother. Freud all the way, and Linus has had stalked the University of Chicago coffee houses enough to know a thing or two about Psych 101. It shouldn't be any problem to waltz through those questions.
And one day she'll casually broach the subject: How did he develop his criminal impulses?
Oh, deep.
"Jell-O," he'll say.
"Jell-O?" she'll ask. Doctor Phyllis can't believe her ears.
He'll squirm in his seat -- wooden chairs, those corrections types are always thinking, old style punishment at its best -- to make it look good.
"Jell-O," Linus will confirm. And then he'll launch into his story. It's finely crafted; he's been working on it since high school. Linus will tell her all about how Jell-O sent him down the wrong path. It all started in grade school, he'll say. Friday was Jell-O day, and Linus, little Linus just loved his Jell-O.
Except for one thing.
"I always had to free the fruit."
"Excuse me?"
"The fruit, in the Jell-O? I always thought it was trapped, and I felt sorry for it, so I set it free."
"And this is from where your criminal tendencies emanate?"
He'll shrug. "Pretty much."
Fucking with their minds is almost as good as stealing their wallets.
*****
Rusty didn't feel all that bad when the giant Jell-O monster ate Tess.
She'd been teasing him halfway across the country. "Need to find you a girl, Rusty."
Maybe she knew that he and Danny were together, maybe she was just being annoying. Rusty didn't much care. It was one of the few times he wished he'd had a working radio.
Telling Danny would be problematic: For instance, "Sorry, Danny. New Jersey ate your ex-wife," didn't flow so smooth though it did have a certain ring to it.
He had a few more townships to cross before arriving at the prison; plenty of time to think of something.
Author: zeplum
Written for the Snackfood is Love Challenge, organized by the ever-lovely musesfool. I got Jell-O. Me and Jell-O have an uneasy truce - it only comes out when I have dental surgery. That uneasiness seems to have carried over to the challenge. It pretty much chased any Danny/Rusty away, but left me with a Linus I can love.
The last bit is purely a nod to Halloween, though I could see it happening. *g*
Danny, well, Danny's used to Rusty. He's comfortable, not in the old shoe sense, but in the sense that Rusty can finish his sentences with a well practiced silence and everything will be settled. Danny appreciates that.
He's used to Rusty quirks, particularly the food thing. It didn't take long for Danny to realize that Rusty had food in his hands almost every hour of the day, and after concluding that Rusty was not the victim of a tapeworm with a penchant for kung pao, Danny just learned to pass it off as another of Rusty's peculiarities.
Rusty sometimes falls into cycles with his foods; Danny has learned to hate the junk food cycle with a passion. Licking barbeque sauce off of Rusty's fingers is no hardship, but he can't stand the sickly sweet stick of cheap chocolate. But, despite it all, Danny's stood by Rusty through the O. Henry phase, and even the dreaded Zagnut phase, but this; this has gone to far...
"Jell-O cups, Rusty. In the bedside drawer."
"It's convenient."
"That's why people put the lube there."
Rusty shrugged. "They both make me smile."
*****
Linus has it all planned out. If he ever gets caught, lord forbid, and has to do time -- which might be a moot point, because Linus sincerely hopes that if he is caught, it's only for picking pockets and not for anything really criminal -- he'll have to see the prison shrink.
It's not a situation he's exactly looking forward to, but he has got a plan.
She will start by asking about his father and his mother. Freud all the way, and Linus has had stalked the University of Chicago coffee houses enough to know a thing or two about Psych 101. It shouldn't be any problem to waltz through those questions.
And one day she'll casually broach the subject: How did he develop his criminal impulses?
Oh, deep.
"Jell-O," he'll say.
"Jell-O?" she'll ask. Doctor Phyllis can't believe her ears.
He'll squirm in his seat -- wooden chairs, those corrections types are always thinking, old style punishment at its best -- to make it look good.
"Jell-O," Linus will confirm. And then he'll launch into his story. It's finely crafted; he's been working on it since high school. Linus will tell her all about how Jell-O sent him down the wrong path. It all started in grade school, he'll say. Friday was Jell-O day, and Linus, little Linus just loved his Jell-O.
Except for one thing.
"I always had to free the fruit."
"Excuse me?"
"The fruit, in the Jell-O? I always thought it was trapped, and I felt sorry for it, so I set it free."
"And this is from where your criminal tendencies emanate?"
He'll shrug. "Pretty much."
Fucking with their minds is almost as good as stealing their wallets.
*****
Rusty didn't feel all that bad when the giant Jell-O monster ate Tess.
She'd been teasing him halfway across the country. "Need to find you a girl, Rusty."
Maybe she knew that he and Danny were together, maybe she was just being annoying. Rusty didn't much care. It was one of the few times he wished he'd had a working radio.
Telling Danny would be problematic: For instance, "Sorry, Danny. New Jersey ate your ex-wife," didn't flow so smooth though it did have a certain ring to it.
He had a few more townships to cross before arriving at the prison; plenty of time to think of something.