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The Trap
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A follow-up story to the tag of THE TRAP. Starsky felt the support of the cane disappear and snatched at Dobey’s suitcoat to avoid the pain that flared in his leg at the sudden burden of weight and loss of balance. The captain reacted quickly, supporting the upper half Starsky’s body, and giving him an upward pull that helped him… -
ArtFictionGen ArtSlash Case FicSlash Episode-RelatedSlash FicSlash Hurt/ComfortSlash RomanceSlash ZineficStarsky and Hutch both try to deal with unexpected feelings while investigating two cases that strike too close to home to be coincidence. Art by Lorraine Brevig. Originally published in Venice Place Chronicles Volume VIII in 2008. “We have to take you to the hospital now, Ken.” “No,” Hutch refused the paramedic’s suggestion, shrugging the man’s hand from his…
Out of the Ashes
by Dana Austin Marsh 767 views -
FictionGen Episode-RelatedGen FicGen Hurt/ComfortStarsky is upset because Hutch seems to be avoiding him. But when Hutch doesn’t come home from work one night, Starsky discovers the truth about his partner’s apparent neglect. Author’s Note: This story is set sometime after “The Trap.” Something was going on with Hutch, and it was driving me crazy. It had been nearly three weeks since that…
The Seventh Sense
by The Blintzby The Blintz 247 views -
Starsky and Hutch head to the hospital for treatment of Starsky’s gunshot wound. Starsky leaned heavily against the wall, his breathing labored from the exertion of snagging and tying up one of the thugs that had trapped them in the now-flaming barn, while favoring the leg with the bullet still inside. He held his thigh tightly, trying to relieve the… -
Post The Trap. Hutch feels guilty about Starsky’s watch. Brotherhood. First published 2023. It had been over a month and Starsky was still going on about his watch. Not the watch he was currently wearing but the watch he had bought at great cost from the jewellery store where they had first met Joey. What was it about watches that… -
Author’s Note: This is written in honor of Paul Michael Glaser’s birthday. This story is not betaed; so all mistakes are my own. I wasn’t surprised to get the invitation. I’d known Starsky for a long time, but I hadn’t seen him for about 21 years. I’d moved to Louisiana when I finished school in 1985. I hadn’t been back…