Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Oceans, no matter how much I like to dream.

One

The bullet hit's its target. Its target falls to the ground, writhing in agony as the pain courses through his body. The assassin watches with interest as the targets companion drops to his knees beside the injured man. Injured. The assassin thinks about the orders he was given, shoot to hurt, not to kill or maim. The two men are talking to one another; both faces twisted, one in concern, one in agony. The sound of sirens fills the air and the assassin knows he must leave soon. But he looks once more, and he wonders about the two men.

Two

Saul knows Rusty well. He's known him since Rusty was seventeen years old, young and impressionable. Over the years he's watched him grow. Saul introduced Rusty to Danny; it was the best thing that Saul has ever done. After that Rusty stopped telling him things. But Saul watched him; he saw the way Rusty felt more comfortable around Danny than anyone else, the way Rusty smiled when Danny was around. Saul didn't know exactly how to define Rusty and Danny. Some people thought they were brothers, others thought they were lovers. Sometimes Saul thinks its better that he doesn't know.

Three

The first thing Rusty notices about Danny is that he is constantly alert; his eyes move around the bar, taking in the people and the exits- just in case. The second thing Rusty notices is Danny's suit; way too expensive, stylish yet understated. The first thing Danny notices about Rusty is his bright green shirt – he makes a mental note to himself to get rid of it later. And then Rusty smiles and Danny is surprised to realise that he can't pick out the details anymore. Because all he sees is sunshine and happiness and everything suddenly fits into place.

Four

The whisky burns his throat. Reuben had told him that it would make him feel numb, but it doesn't. He can still feel the pain of separation, can still hear the verdict being read out, can still see the stony mask on Danny's face that had refused to disappear, even for a second. Four years is a long time, he isn't sure he can cope that long without Danny, doesn't want to have to find out. His gaze flickers to the picture above the mantelpiece, the first thing that he and Danny had ever stolen. The tears begin to fall.

Five

Prison is dull, grey and suffocating. He's only served a year, but it's felt like twenty. Danny knows that that's the point; it's supposed to be a punishment. It's not so much the captivity that's bad for Danny – although he's not particularly fond of it. It's the separation from Rusty that's the punishment. And everywhere Danny looks he is reminded of Rusty, because Rusty is everything that the prison and its occupants aren't. Rusty is bright and vibrant; he always makes Danny feel better and he always knows what Danny is thinking. Four years without Rusty is way too long.