I'm still thinking about that scene in Victoriocity S3E7 where Fleet runs back towards the Beast so as to lure it into the path of the train...
Clara's exclamation of 'Teamwork, Fleet!' after Fleet says he's got a plan reflects her conviction that any plan that Fleet has will be a shared plan, something they do together.
This conviction is a kind of trust, and that trust is part of the reason Clara takes a moment to realise Fleet has headed back towards the Beast. She trusts that he's following behind her. She keeps talking to him, her words full of optimism.
When she realises Fleet isn't there, she immediately realises what that must mean he's done, and her voice sounds more small and scared than I think we've ever heard it before.
Fleet's attempt at self-sacrifice is a kind of betrayal of Clara's trust, but when he echoes her celebration of their teamwork in a more somber tone, I think it suggests that he understands the weight of that betrayal.
If Fleet's plan is that Clara won't realise he's gone until it's already too late, then he thinks "Teamwork, Clara" will be the last words he'll ever speak to her. In what he imagines will be their final conversation, Fleet affirms Clara's understanding of them as a team who work well together, even as he is making a choice that rejects the possibility of their teamwork in this scenario. It's a recognition of what their dynamic has meant. It's a goodbye and an apology, even if Clara doesn't understand it as such at first.
I don't think Fleet sounds scared as he initially faces down the train. When he shouts "Yeah, this way, you stupid machine! Come on then!", he sounds defiant and grimly determined.
In fact, I don't think he sounds afraid until Clara appears, until she might be at risk of being in the path of the Beast or the train as well. It's when he shouts "Clara, stay back for God's sake!" and "Please, get back!" that there's real fear and desperation in his voice. He can confront the idea of giving his own life, but not the idea that doing so might put Clara in danger.
Another thing about these lines is that the move from 'stay back' to 'get back' suggests that Clara didn't obey his first instruction but got closer to him (and therefore to the path of the Beast and the train) between those two lines.
Then Fleet gives what might be another attempt at his last words: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry." A repeated apology before an attempted self-sacrifice is an implicit acknowledgement of how much losing him would hurt Clara. He regrets causing her pain.
Even so, he's accepted that he is about to die and that it'd be worth it to destroy the Beast. But Clara very much hasn't accepted either those things. She's still trying to yell over the noise of the train; she's pulling off her ring to throw at him.
I think it's a good illustration of how Clara's optimism is a kind of strength. She always believes that they can "make a new plan" and that it'll be one in which no one has to die. I think Archibald Fleet needs someone like that, someone who'll tell him to drop to the ground when his death advances from both sides, someone who - even in a dark tunnel with an murderous metal monster and a speeding train - won't stop shouting that there's hope.
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hello hi i have more diabolik au for you all, partially because of @quiquimora and @eya-trying-to-function who were enthusiastic enough about the last bit that i had to do more so. this is set before both of the previous parts, which should be under the 'diabolik au' tag. enjoy
[a prologue, of sorts] [you are here] [part two] [part three]
Yusuf al-Kaysani is the most beautiful man Nicky's ever seen.
Not that that matters, because Nicky needs to stay focused. He's here for a reason. Still, he can't stop noticing it.
Yusuf had left the party a few moments ago, insisting on walking home by himself. Nicky, who had been listening in to the whole thing from a safe distance, had almost laughed at that. This would be much easier than he had thought.
Once he’d left, Nicky had pulled on his mask, taking only a moment to make sure it was on properly before heading after him. Nicky's been following him ever since, waiting for the right moment. Now, as Yusuf turns the corner into a quieter street, he acts.
"Mr al-Kaysani?" he calls as he turns the same corner.
Yusuf whirls around immediately, startled. Nicky holds both hands up placatingly. He's even more beautiful up close, all dark eyes and soft-looking curls and calm confidence.
"Can I help you?" Yusuf asks.
"My name is Inspector Smith," Nicky lies, holding up his forged police badge. "I'd like to speak with you."
Yusuf doesn't immediately comply, just pulls his coat tighter around himself against the evening chill. "Police? Why?" He's hiding it well, but there's a hint of tension in the set of his shoulders.
"I believe you may be in danger," Nicky tells him, which isn't entirely a lie. "Please, come with me."
This time, Yusuf nods. "Of course.”
Easy, Nicky thinks to himself. “This way, please, Mr al-Kaysani.”
“Call me Joe,” Yusuf - Joe - says. “Please.”
“Joe,” Nicky says. “Follow me.”
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The bar Nicky guides them to is quiet enough that they can still hear each other clearly, but full enough that there’s an ever-present hum of background chatter, effectively masking their conversation from being overheard too clearly.
Joe settles into one of the booths. He waves to the waiter to ask for a glass of water, then sits back. “So, Inspector. You say you think I’m in danger?”
“Yes,” Nicky responds. “When did you arrive in Milan?”
“Yesterday,” Joe says.
“And your business is with Steven Merrick, no?” This is why Nicky’s here: no matter what he might think of Yusuf al-Kaysani, he is here to make a deal with Merrick, who is connected to a network of men with far too much money and who steal, bribe, and cut off any attempt to expose their corruption before it can get very far. Nicky has been working to try and bring them down for years. He cannot let anything get in the way of that.
“It is,” Joe confirms. “I’m here to deliver two paintings he bought. He insisted on someone delivering them personally, so.” Joe shrugs and smiles. “Here I am.” Despite his smile and apparent calm, Nicky notices the same tension that he’d carried when Nicky had first approached him. What are you hiding?
“You brought the paintings with you?”
“Inspector, I don’t see how this would put me in any danger,” Joe says.
Smart, Nicky thinks. He glances around, as if checking that nobody��s listening in, before leaning forward. “You have heard rumors of the thief?”
Joe raises an eyebrow. “That’s what you think I’m in danger from?” he asks disbelievingly. “I thought he didn’t operate in Milan. Di Genova, isn’t that what you call him?”
Joe’s right about that - Nicky doesn’t often operate in Milan. He’d arrived a week ago, just for this job. “Il ladro di Genova, yes.” He hadn’t chosen that name, either, but the papers had dubbed him that a few years ago when he first began to gain a reputation. “There was a bank heist two days ago that we believe he was responsible for, and we think he may have heard of your deal with Merrick.”
“How would he possibly know about the deal?” Joe asks.
“We believe he has a network of people who provide him with information,” Nicky says. He doesn’t, but it’s nice to build up the mystery a little. “He knows everything, always, no matter how classified the information.” That’s only partially true, and entirely down to a network of microphones Nicky’s installed in various places that he listens into every now and then. “Nobody knows his true face, either. He could be in this room.” That’s definitely true. “We have tried to investigate, but nobody ever seems to talk about it. Betraying him means death.” That’s not. Nicky doesn’t kill people unless necessary, and he doesn’t work with anyone - too risky.
Joe doesn’t seem impressed or frightened in the slightest as he takes a sip of his drink. “You make him seem all-powerful, Inspector. He is just a man, if he exists at all.”
“Just a man, yes, but with extraordinary abilities. You should not underestimate him.” Nicky isn’t particularly extraordinary, in truth, but he is very good at his job. “If Di Genova is planning to steal the paintings, your life may be in danger.”
“You seem to be playing right into his hands,” Joe remarks, “if you are all so frightened of him. I have been threatened before. I’m not scared of him.”
Nicky has never been met with that reaction before. “You should be. Where are you staying?”
“The Excelsior.”
“And the paintings?”
“They’ll be arriving in two days. Stored in a vault that only I know the location of.”
“Where?”
Joe smiles, then, and the effect is devastating. “If Di Genova could be listening in to anyone, Inspector, you’ll understand if I don’t want to tell you that.”
Internally, Nicky curses - this means he’ll have to find another way to find that out, which will probably have to involve more forceful methods, and he really doesn’t want to have to do that. Externally, he smiles. “Of course. And you’ll understand if I feel it is necessary to post plainclothes guards nearby. As a precaution, of course.”
“I’m bait, then,” Joe says.
Nicky smiles for real this time - he’s never met anyone like Joe before. “It is a necessary step. This is the closest we may ever come to catching him.” (Also not true: Nicky’s planned this too carefully to let anything ruin it. He hasn’t come close to capture in the five years he’s been doing this, and he doesn’t plan to change that any time soon.)
Joe finishes his drink and sets the glass down. “If you say so. It was nice to meet you, Inspector.”
“And you,” Nicky says.
Joe smiles one more time, gets up from the table, and leaves with only a single glance back at Nicky. Once he’s gone, Nicky gets the bill and waits a few more moments before leaving himself.
He walks until he’s a safe distance away from anyone who could see him before pulling off the mask and shaking out his hair. It’s useful, to be able to pose as anyone he needs to, but the masks are so incredibly uncomfortable sometimes he regrets using them at all.
He walks down the street, hands in his pockets, appearing like any man on a stroll at night, and wonders what the hell he’s going to do about Yusuf al-Kaysani.
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