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[#028] Sold My Soul to a Sweet Melody (The Italian Job)
Theme Prompt: #028 – Old Fashioned
Title: Sold My Soul to a Sweet Melody
Fandom: The Italian Job (2003)
Rating/Warnings: PG // Spoilers for the Movie?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 528 words
Summary: It isn’t a matter of disappointing her father, because John Bridger had never really been a vengeful man – it was a matter of disappointing herself.
The glass cracks under her hands, and there’s a moment where she can’t breathe.
All of the work, all of the effort, all of the investment, and she couldn’t let it end here. She couldn’t let it end because of her. It isn’t a matter of disappointing her father, because John Bridger had never really been a vengeful man – it was a matter of disappointing herself. Of not being able to take what her father taught her and make sure that the man who killed him lost the only thing that truly mattered to him.
She doesn’t even want the money, not really. She just wants Steve to lose. She wants Steve to be left wanting, and the only way she could do that, was to do this her father’s way. She conveys that to Charlie, and she sees the look on his face because this wasn’t part of the plan. He doesn’t explicitly say out loud that Stella is a little rusty when it comes to doing things by touch, but it’s written all over his face. In fact, the only reason why he doesn’t say it is because he knows that they have no other choice. Either Stella cracks the safe by hand, or they lose and Steve wins, and none of them want to see Steve win.
There’s barely a sound beyond the steady sound of her breathing and the thrumming of her heartbeat in her ears as she sheds all the high tech gear and sensitive equipment and just focuses on the feel of the dial in her hand. If she closes her eyes, she can almost hear her father’s voice in her ear, just like when she was a child and he was teaching her how to crack a safe behind her mother’s back.
Gently, gently, Stella. Let the safe do all the work for you.
It’s almost like a conversation, each click of the dial answering a silent question that no one is asking. Is it you? she asks, and the depth of the click makes clear whether the answer is yes or no, and every time she gets a yes, she marks it down on the side of the vault, and hoping that she doesn’t have to start all over again.
When she hears the final tumbler click into place, she almost is too hesitant to try and open it. Whether she doesn’t want to believe her success or can’t bear to think of what will happen if she’s wrong, she hesitates just for a moment, and closes her eyes, praying silently that she’s done this right.
The wheel shifts in her hands as she begins to push turning easily and the door slides open with it. She lets go as soon as it’s free, pulling back in the instinct to avoid the temptation that her father always seemed to succumb to. Except this time, she’s an actual thief, so when she’s asked if she wants to see what’s inside, she can’t help but turn and see just what kind of prize she’s won.
And she has to say, looking at it now – it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
Title: Sold My Soul to a Sweet Melody
Fandom: The Italian Job (2003)
Rating/Warnings: PG // Spoilers for the Movie?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 528 words
Summary: It isn’t a matter of disappointing her father, because John Bridger had never really been a vengeful man – it was a matter of disappointing herself.
The glass cracks under her hands, and there’s a moment where she can’t breathe.
All of the work, all of the effort, all of the investment, and she couldn’t let it end here. She couldn’t let it end because of her. It isn’t a matter of disappointing her father, because John Bridger had never really been a vengeful man – it was a matter of disappointing herself. Of not being able to take what her father taught her and make sure that the man who killed him lost the only thing that truly mattered to him.
She doesn’t even want the money, not really. She just wants Steve to lose. She wants Steve to be left wanting, and the only way she could do that, was to do this her father’s way. She conveys that to Charlie, and she sees the look on his face because this wasn’t part of the plan. He doesn’t explicitly say out loud that Stella is a little rusty when it comes to doing things by touch, but it’s written all over his face. In fact, the only reason why he doesn’t say it is because he knows that they have no other choice. Either Stella cracks the safe by hand, or they lose and Steve wins, and none of them want to see Steve win.
There’s barely a sound beyond the steady sound of her breathing and the thrumming of her heartbeat in her ears as she sheds all the high tech gear and sensitive equipment and just focuses on the feel of the dial in her hand. If she closes her eyes, she can almost hear her father’s voice in her ear, just like when she was a child and he was teaching her how to crack a safe behind her mother’s back.
Gently, gently, Stella. Let the safe do all the work for you.
It’s almost like a conversation, each click of the dial answering a silent question that no one is asking. Is it you? she asks, and the depth of the click makes clear whether the answer is yes or no, and every time she gets a yes, she marks it down on the side of the vault, and hoping that she doesn’t have to start all over again.
When she hears the final tumbler click into place, she almost is too hesitant to try and open it. Whether she doesn’t want to believe her success or can’t bear to think of what will happen if she’s wrong, she hesitates just for a moment, and closes her eyes, praying silently that she’s done this right.
The wheel shifts in her hands as she begins to push turning easily and the door slides open with it. She lets go as soon as it’s free, pulling back in the instinct to avoid the temptation that her father always seemed to succumb to. Except this time, she’s an actual thief, so when she’s asked if she wants to see what’s inside, she can’t help but turn and see just what kind of prize she’s won.
And she has to say, looking at it now – it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
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You stole my breath away with this!
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