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A quick stop at the bank turns into an unexpected nightmare. Chapter 1 “C’mon, Starsky,” Hutch complained impatiently. “Just tell Huggy no, and let’s get out of here.” Hutch glanced out the passenger side window of the red Torino, resting his right elbow on the open window frame. “We’ve got to get moving. Lunch is over and Dobey expects us… -
Sitting alone in a hospital waiting room can be a scary and lonely way to spend your evening. Originally published in Starsky & Hutch gen zine, The Bond #3: Protect and Serve, in 2005. Here I sit…again. Waiting. Waiting for you to come out of surgery. Waiting for the doctors to come tell me you’re okay. Waiting to be… -
A Poem. Originally published in The Bond #1. There’s noise in the ringing of the phone, buzzers angrily sounding an alarm, excited chatter passing in the hallway, equipment being moved from here to there, but it’s way too quiet. There’s noise in feet shuffling on a long and arduous journey, the clatter of trays announcing a moment’s diversion, a moan… -
It’s a long night of studying at the police academy. Originally published in Starsky & Hutch gen zine, The Bond #3: Protect and Serve, in 2005. Starsky laid down his textbook and leaned over to peek in the small aluminum pan heating on his hot plate. Picking up a spoon, he started to stir the bubbling soup. “Ouch!” He… -
Hutch has to make sure his partner is okay before he can rest easy. Exhausted. I don’t think there’s a word that really describes how exhausted I feel. It’s been twenty-four hours. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t stopped moving. All because some stupid, vindictive, angry father decided he needed vengeance and he decided to take that vengeance… -
Being there for each other is the only way the guys know how to operate. Starsky pulled the Torino up in front of Venice Place and impatiently honked the horn for his partner. They were late again. No. He was late again, and he knew how aggravated his partner was going to be with him. Glancing at his watch, Starsky…