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Sick Hutch
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Hutch isn’t feeling well. Starsky gets worried when he doesn’t hear from him. Post The Plague. Hutch dragged himself out of bed. He was a little surprised to find it was so late in the day. Even though he’d been exhausted after a long week, it was usually hard for him to sleep in when the sun was shining… -
FictionGen Case FicGen FicGen FicletGen Hurt/ComfortStarsky catches a nasty cold but continues working with detrimental effects to those in contact with him. Author’s Note: This little ditty is based on some real life encounters of late that I have experienced at work. Boy am I sick of being sick. Oh, and I’m represented by Hutch in this story! It seemed to Hutch like Starsky had…
What Did I Tell You About That?
by Denise_Vby Denise_V 66 views -
Hutch takes an assignment knowing it’s going to be bad for him. Thursday Evening “What happened to you?” Starsky asked as he entered his partner’s apartment. “Flower show,” Hutch replied miserably. “Flower show? What were ya doin’ at a flower show?” Starsky couldn’t believe his ears. The last place his allergy-suffering partner should be is at a flower show. “Aaachoo!”… -
Hutch is making a good recovery from the plague. Then he isn’t. Thanks to HutchisGorgeous for the idea. Hutch was improving day by day. His partner kept a watchful eye, whilst trying to look as if he wasn’t. No-one was fooled, least of all Hutch. He endured the regime of gentle exercise and rest that Starsky supervised with surprising… -
FictionGen Episode-RelatedGen FicGen FicletGen Hurt/ComfortGen ZineficWhen one of the partners is struck down with a mysterious illness, the other finds that all he can do is wait. Originally published in The Bond #4. It’s the waiting that nearly kills you. The seemingly endless hours of doubt and uncertainty interspersed with tiny, almost insignificant moments of respite that only come if you’re lucky. One minute,…
Death by Waiting
by The Blintzby The Blintz 128 views -
FictionSlash FicSlash Hurt/ComfortSlash Post-SeriesSlash SeriesEvents in December. 15,583 Words The all-too familiar, unwanted smells permeated Hutch’s sinuses as he rose toward consciousness. He wondered if he was dreaming, for the various odors couldn’t possibly be his current reality. He refused to open his eyes. Instead, he listened to the noises in the background, confirming what he didn’t want to know. Dear God… not…
Adoration
by Charlotte Frost 227 views