Black Wingedbird
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After the guys help clean up after a messy accident, they must find out who caused it. Meanwhile, Hutch drowns his emotions in alcohol. Big thanks to Robbin and Tigger, who pushed me into writing this. ‘Heartache’ took six months to complete, mainly because it was emotionally draining and I wanted this to be perfect. The story itself was… -
A tribute to the Torino and the chase scenes that made Starsky and Hutch so special. Starsky watched as Hutch jogged, head down to avoid the drizzling rain, towards the Torino with a large bag of Mexican carry-out. Hutch pulled open the passenger door and slid inside quickly, leather squeaking against leather as he pulled the heavy door shut after… -
A simple assignment turns bad. “Well, you’re gonna have to help me push.” Starsky narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “How ironic is this? Your car breaks down one block from Merle’s, where my car just got fixed. Do you think it’s a sign?” “I think it’s a cruel coincidence,” Hutch grumbled, dropping the hood of… -
Getting a straight report from Starsky and Hutch is really hard… Hutch shifted his weight nervously as he stood under Captain Dobey’s hard gaze. “Tell me what happened.” Hutch looked away, towards the potted plant that had been his sad excuse for an anniversary present, while Starsky remained solid by his side. Dobey was not going to like this story… -
The boys get goofy!drunk… Response to a ‘Darkness’ challenge, and my own want to see the boys goofy!drunk. Starsky handed his partner another bottle of beer before sinking into the couch. After a long day of fruitless interrogations and miles of aimless driving, the two detectives sat side by side on the worn couch in Starsky’s apartment, each with… -
Hutch goes undercover in a new way. Hutch watched in morbid fascination as Starsky brought the overstuffed burrito to his mouth and bit off nearly a quarter of the dripping mess. Hutch’s eyes moved downward, following the steady drip of orange grease and the occasional plop of a black bean. “You are so disgusting.” “Fanks,” Starsky mumbled around his mouthful of cheap…
