A drabble written for the me and thee 100 comm on LJ. First time I’ve written anything in this fandom in a very long time. Post The Fix.
Thank you to the Me & Thee community for the encouragement they give.
There are times when Hutch can barely look at Starsky once he’s finally clean. Times when his memory brushes aside the drug-rendered curtain of his mind and he remembers. Things he’d said, things he’d done. Times like now. Hutch looks down at his feet, at the worn tile on the floor, at the overdosed kid in the hospital bed. Anywhere but at his partner.
“Hey, Hutch.”
He raises his eyes and meets Starsky’s sympathetic gaze. “Yeah?”
Starsky doesn’t speak, just gives him a nod and a pat on the arm and for the first time in months Hutch stands tall
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You pack a lot into a short space. Just lovely! Thank you for writing and sharing.