Wake Up

Starsky would never let Hutch drown in misery.

Written in response to Duluthgirl’s Go to Sleep

How could I forget? I gripped the door knob tightly. He hadn’t called me today like he did when he found Vanessa’s body in his living room. There he was, a rag doll tossed around; broken, destroyed, damaged. I slithered my arm around his shoulder, just what he could handle. I wouldn’t shatter him and lose him forever. The brandy was just a temporary solution. He didn’t really need it. Not then, not today. Not anymore. With Hutch, my oath’s to protect, love, trust, and serve, until my last breath. It’s a brand new day, Hutch; it’s not okay anymore.