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crack_van2005-03-19 01:12 am
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Fragile by Reggie (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
A post-Sweet Revenge fic. Hutch is hurting while Starsky is recovering.
This story is another short fic that I find totally enchanting. It's sad, sweet, and funny all in one. Sweet Revenge seems to be the episode that spawned a thousand fics, and for a good reason, but this one is definately one of my favorites. The interaction between the partners is a perfect blend of sweet and angsty, with just enough humor thrown in to keep it light hearted.
"You gonna get something to eat on the way home?"
Hutch stared at him like he'd sprouted a third head. "I had dinner two hours ago. You might remember it; you were there."
"Two hours ago," Starsky said, patiently, "I ate dinner and watched you cut up a steak into small pieces, drown a perfectly harmless baked potato in sour cream, move them both around and around on your plate until the secretary of agriculture wouldn't've been able to tell one from the other, then throw it all out. What I wanna know is, are you going to eat something today?"
Hutch was somewhat uncomfortable being put in the recalcitrant-child mode, after all this time. "I ate."
"How many cups of coffee did you have today?"
Hutch shrugged. "Three."
"Translation: 'Six'. And what about solid food?"
Hutch thought, wondering why he couldn't just lie. 'Because he'd know,' came the little voice in his head, which sounded remarkably like Starsky's voice. He wondered if Starsky's little voice sounded like him. "I had a Zagnut from the machine over lunch."
"A candy bar?" Starsky shook his head like he was scolding an errand child. "You need looking after by a Jewish mother, you know that?"
'I've got one,' Hutch said to himself, and knew that he'd been heard. It was only right, after all, since the little voice sounded so much like the person doing the listening.
Fragile
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
A post-Sweet Revenge fic. Hutch is hurting while Starsky is recovering.
This story is another short fic that I find totally enchanting. It's sad, sweet, and funny all in one. Sweet Revenge seems to be the episode that spawned a thousand fics, and for a good reason, but this one is definately one of my favorites. The interaction between the partners is a perfect blend of sweet and angsty, with just enough humor thrown in to keep it light hearted.
"You gonna get something to eat on the way home?"
Hutch stared at him like he'd sprouted a third head. "I had dinner two hours ago. You might remember it; you were there."
"Two hours ago," Starsky said, patiently, "I ate dinner and watched you cut up a steak into small pieces, drown a perfectly harmless baked potato in sour cream, move them both around and around on your plate until the secretary of agriculture wouldn't've been able to tell one from the other, then throw it all out. What I wanna know is, are you going to eat something today?"
Hutch was somewhat uncomfortable being put in the recalcitrant-child mode, after all this time. "I ate."
"How many cups of coffee did you have today?"
Hutch shrugged. "Three."
"Translation: 'Six'. And what about solid food?"
Hutch thought, wondering why he couldn't just lie. 'Because he'd know,' came the little voice in his head, which sounded remarkably like Starsky's voice. He wondered if Starsky's little voice sounded like him. "I had a Zagnut from the machine over lunch."
"A candy bar?" Starsky shook his head like he was scolding an errand child. "You need looking after by a Jewish mother, you know that?"
'I've got one,' Hutch said to himself, and knew that he'd been heard. It was only right, after all, since the little voice sounded so much like the person doing the listening.
Fragile