Teeny Numb3rs smutlet: Jealousy (Ch/D, R-ish) : comments.
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Also, on a side note, are you busy, or can I pimp a fandom to you? I've decided I can be a bit--er, brusque and overwhelming, so I'm gonna ask first.
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::Cackles::
No wait! Come back! I was frightened too!
'Cause I mean, really, the stock market? Stocks? Bonds? The only connections I make there are pervy and unprintable. Derivitives trading? Sorry, you've got the wrong number. But! I was sucked in, because you don't really need a glossary and a handy broker for each and every episode. They actually create a very nice balance of technical detail and layman storyline so that the watcher can get excited about the action on the trading floor (heh.).
The show centers around the senior partners and employees of the Canadian...um, I think it's a brokerage firm (or a trading company? Maybe they like pelts, I dunno, have I gotten to the pretty men yet? 'cause I will.) Anyway, the firm is called Gardner/Ross, begun by Cedric Ross and some other dude. Now, Cedric gets arrested for stealing mucho money (but it's Canadian, so who cares?! ...I kid.) and to keep his family in charge of the firm signs over all his stock to his daughter, Sally Ross, who needs a backbone and maybe a lozenge or something 'cause she sounds like she swallowed something and it stuck, but she's got really pretty hair so I kind of forgive her.
There are two other women, Suzhannah and Monica, who analyze things and kick ass.
And then there are the men. And when I say 'men' I mean JACK LARKIN AND DONALD D'ARBY WITH A SIDE ORDER OF GRANT JANSKY. Audra, the manly touching, OMG. It's through the roof. I could write entire papers on the rubbing and the hugging and the face touching and the way Jack is introduced by having a toe curling stare down across a crowded floor with Marty the trading floor boss and Marty is in no way a sexual character. But Jack? Creates the sex. He is the sex (and if he's not having it with Donald, then I'm going to cry.)
See, Jack is a shark, a tiger, an aggressive (physically, sexually, personally) man who carved himself a place in the world to get what he wants. He's got wide blue eyes and smooth skin and hair you want to put your fingers through (and when Anne gets to do that, my screen melted.). He's a former champion boxer, the kind of Irish that makes you think of bar fights and scarred knuckles and slow fucks in crummy apartments where the only really important thing is the bed Donald's bent over, with Jack moving inside him, holding him right there, hot and strong and focused. Except he looks really damn good in a suit. Jack's got father issues (actually everybody on the show does) and he hates/loves his dad and will do anything to keep him alive. He'll go to the wall and beyond for a person or a deal he believes in. He's sweet and dorky and hurt and angry and just...Jack!
Of course, there's Donald D'arby next. He's a resource specialist, a trust fund baby who was probably born in armani and christened in hugo boss. He's tall and lanky and pale, with a shock of thick dark hair flopping over his head. He should be Jack's biggest rival, but instead he's his closest ally. Because Donald? Is a dear, sweet man. Brilliant and incredibly dorky (he built a wine rack! Out of dowels and twine!) and shy, so hesitant to speak that every word is rushed from his mouth in a whisper because he knows--knows--they're going to tell him to shut up any second. He's lived in the shadow of his family, the D'arby's are big in the world of finance, all his life and Gardner/Ross is his way of getting out from under that.
::Cackles:: Part Deux
Another time, Donald's job is in danger so to protect it, Jack goes to a senior partner and tells him Donald's gay and will have grounds to sue if fired. Then, at the end of the episode, Donald meets Jack at the door of Jack's office to ask him about saving his job.
Donald: ::literally standing close enough to feel Jack's breath on his face:: "So what did you do? Lie?"
Jack: ::looking up at Donald with a secret smirk, eyes focused maybe on his eyes, maybe on his mouth:: "Yeah. I think I did."
AND THEY SAY WE MAKE THIS STUFF UP.
And there's drunken hugging and face touching and Jack treating D'arby like a younger brother ::snickers:: because he wants him to work on his own two feet and make a name for himself. And he totally saves this one girl because Donald looks all sad 'cause she might lose her hand for thieving.
Then, of course, there's Grant Jansky, a stock market legend (made six million on derivitives in one day and left to go live in a park and talk to squirrels for six years.) He's played by David Hewlett of SGA, and the characters couldn't be more different. It's really amazing how fine a character actor Hewlett is. Grant is a kid. I mean, mentally he acts like a naive kid, but not in the disabled way. He's just...off a little. He's sweet and endearing and funny and easily bruised and INSISTED THAT THE FIRM PAY HIM IN 50 LBS. OF CHOCOLATE (and a little money, because Jack insisted.) He hugs people all the time and doesn't like anyboy but Donald to stay in his office (it's a supply closet, actually.) with him and maybe Jack too. And there's a lot of touching going on here, but I don't think I'm far enough into Traders where I can see Grant as a sexual being (apparently he dates a hooker for awhile.)
And the rest of the cast is rounded out a la Sports Night (though not to that standard of quality) with a bunch of Traders snarking and working and snarking somemore and being brilliant and funny. I love them all, Chris and Benny and Anne and Cathy and Bland, nameless guy. And the quasi-bad guy is named Adam Cunningham, but since it's Canada he's got, like, layers or something. Depth. Go fig, huh?
And the show's about their lives and their work and how their work really is their lives. It's soap opera-y, but not too much, and chock full of people who've been in EVERYTHING and for whom the words, 'I know you! You were that guy! In that one show!' cut just a little deeper, every time.
It's funny, it's snarky, it's got pretty men who like to rub each others arms and other assorted body parts in a manly fashion.
The main hub of activity is
This is a baby fandom, and right now TOTALLY DOMINATED by the All David Hewlett, All the Time Brigade. Which is okay, but a little boring. Screencaps of the other guys are virtually non-existant. What fic there is, is on
I've got a short, Jack piece on my lj called Someone You Might Be here.