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Love Confessions
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Starsky always knew he would die for Hutch. It was an unspoken truth, woven into the fabric of their partnership. But to die with him… like this… through a slow descent into oblivion… was tragic. No bullets, no bad guys, just the inexorable pull of gravity and the haunting certainty that they were running out of time. Starsky walked down… -
Starsky knew he could seize the opportunity to blame the argument on the job. Hutch wouldn’t question it; he’d agree without hesitation. It would be that easy. Yet, nothing worthwhile is ever easy. Starsky stormed into Venice Place right behind Hutch, slamming the door and flinging his jacket onto the sofa in frustration. This was going to take a while. … -
The guys don’t need dates. They have each other. Written for a twenty-minute fic challenge. Prompt words: trunk and chest. Hutch leaned against his kitchen counter, fixated on the steady drip of the faucet. The water collected into a puddle, circling but not reaching the drain, as if it were void of any clear direction. He thought about his… -
Companion story to “The Feel of his Voice”, retold from Hutch’s POV. Hutch falls into a fantasy and makes up his mind. Author’s Notes: Inspired by the second piece of artwork, “Ghosting Part Two” by Nicoltyler. The brain is connected to the rest of the body in ways that humans do not completely comprehend. Medical books, of course, provide…