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Merle sees Hutch after the shooting. Author’s Notes: This was originally written in answer to Prompt Fic week 14 on the LiveJournal Starsky and Hutch community. It was written in answer to prompt: Starsky and/or Hutch + Merle; kicking tires I noticed Hutch out in my lot just sittin’ there in that car of his. I woulda understood if… -
FictionGen ChallengeGen Episode-RelatedGen FicGen FicletHutch’s train of thought as he heads back to Simon Marcus. Author’s Notes: This was originally written in answer to Prompt Fic week 15 on the LiveJournal Starsky and Hutch community. It was written for prompt: Starsky+/Hutch; Hide and Seek Hutch left Dobey behind on the hillside and got in the Torino, slamming the door shut harder than necessary…
Hide and Seek
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Joe Collandra tries to cope. Originally posted for Prompt fic week 29 on the LJ Starsky and Hutch Community. Author’s Note: I really love Collandra. His character is fascinating. I’ve always wondered why, if he found Joanna, Hutch didn’t use him to find Starsky just a few weeks later. This is probably why…. Joe Collandra hadn’t had a full… -
It wasn’t easy for Dobey either. Originally written for a prompt challenge on LiveJournal. Dobey didn’t so much as hang up the phone as sort of let it drop into the cradle. He let out a long, exasperated sigh as he let his forehead drop into his hands. Under normal circumstances, information like this would roll off his back,… -
“Hug, you ever think Hutch and me, we ain’t normal? Ever think maybe we’re too close?” Originally written for a LiveJournal prompt challenge. Starsky sat by Hutch’s bedside, restless and afraid. Huggy and Dobey had both come and gone, dispensing their congratulations, thank God’s, and praise, not realizing that each well-meaning phrase contributed to the beast growing within, snaking… -
Hutch hadn’t realized he’d been followed until he turned to leave. Originally written for a LiveJournal prompt challenge. Hutch held out a shaking hand and touched the smooth, red paint. Slowly, gently, he ran his fingers along the surface, lingering momentarily each time their path was interrupted by the jagged metal of a bullet hole. But what held his…