Opportunity and Motive

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A double-drabbled based on STARSKY VS HUTCH.

 

Notes:  All the usual thanks, and virtual chocolates and roses, go to Nik for her invaluable feedback.

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Starsky

I wish I could remember his expression, but at the time I was only seeing red.  It took me awhile to cool down and start wondering about motive.

At first I thought he wanted to hurt me.  Why else would he stroll out of her bedroom, tucking his shirt in?

Then I thought maybe he was trying to show me what kind of a person she was – this woman I hoped to marry.

But now I’ve got it figured out.  He just wanted me to know what he’d done.

It’s like that time he pretended to have amnesia.  Could’a had a miracle recovery.  Nothin’ forcing him to ‘fess up.

Nothing except his conscience, that is.

See, the man’s an asshole, but he’s got a conscience.  It didn’t stop him from fucking her, but it did kick him through that bedroom door and into my face.

What I want to know is, what did he think I was going to do?

Did he think I would leave him?  Was this some kind’a sick test?

He should know I’m not going to ditch him.  He’s my partner, and hey – I’ve already threatened to kick his ass at Ping-Pong.

I’m not going anywhere.