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Don’t look in Hutch’s glove compartment. It’s scary in there. It was Charlie the Mook that started the whole thing, Starsky reflected a few days later. Starsky needed something that was in that little book with all the stuff in it about every whippo, scumbag and piece of crap they’d ever busted. Starsky was looking for whats-his-name, that guy that… -
“What if we hadn’t been born the same year?” and other interesting questions. A person ought to develop immunity after such long and repeated exposure, Hutch thought, rubbing his forehead. But, apparently, there was no known defense against Starsky-logic. “Hutch, what if you and I hadn’t been born the same year?” Starsky had posited this question during lunch at a… -
Nekkid Starsky in a sleeping bag and other goodies. “This is why civilized people stay in houses. With roofs and central heat and air conditioning and toilets that flush and water that comes out of taps when you turn them on.” Starsky glared at his partner, who was humming under his breath as he hung up the pile of wet… -
Temptation takes many forms. Sometimes, it’s a jelly doughnut. Originally written for the “What’s Your Filling?” multi fandom challenge on LiveJournal. This is mostly humor, but it’s got just a touch of romantic angst to it. Just enough to keep you from getting sick from all that sugar. How appropriate that it was wrapped in plain brown paper, thought… -
A Starsky ramble at 3 A.M. Bad things always happen at 3 a.m. It has something to do with biorhythms, according to Hutch. It’s the time when old people give it up, gasping out their last rattling breaths, and when if you’re in pain, the pills quit working, or our darkest desires lead us down paths we’d never consider otherwise.… -
Set after “Vendetta.” One of those long, boring evening stakeouts. “What time is it?” Ken Hutchinson pushed a pair of blue Adidas-covered feet off the top of the car’s front seat with his elbow, rousing their wearer. “Hey! I was almost asleep, asshole! What?” Starsky grumped, rubbing his face and yanking a handful of unruly hair in a gesture of…