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crack_van2005-05-31 05:43 pm
reaperfox.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-05-31 05:43 pm
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Testing by Paula Wilshe (PG)
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Pairing: N/A (gen)
Rating: PG
Author on LJ: No.
Author website: Her stories can be found here: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=24
Why this must be read:
Simply put, this is one of the most poignant, profound pieces of Starsky & Hutch pieces I have ever read. It takes place during the last episode; Sweet Revenge, just before the scene in which Starsky wakes up. Absolutely haunting, I can not recommend this piece enough. Honest to God, if you only read one Starsky and Hutch fic from my late-and-spammy recomendations, read this one.
I ache everywhere. My heart aches. You know how people always say that? I always thought it was just an expression. It isn't.
I sit down again, and I pick up the microphone. I flick it on. I flick it off. All I can think about right this minute are all the times over the years that I've been a real shit to him. I've yelled at him, made fun of him, been grouchy at him when he hasn't even done anything wrong. To be truthful, he's done the same things to me, but when somebody's lying in front of you, and they might die, well, you can't really be thinking about things like that.
Besides, when he does that to me, it's because he can. I'm the one person who understands, the one on whom he can take out his frustrations without the fear that I'm going to stop being his friend, stop loving him, overreact, or take it personally.
Oh.
I'm glad I didn't record that, what I just said. If Starsky heard me say that he'd sit up and yell and me and tell me to stop being a dumb blond.
I wish he'd sit up and tell me that.
Testing.
Pairing: N/A (gen)
Rating: PG
Author on LJ: No.
Author website: Her stories can be found here: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=24
Why this must be read:
Simply put, this is one of the most poignant, profound pieces of Starsky & Hutch pieces I have ever read. It takes place during the last episode; Sweet Revenge, just before the scene in which Starsky wakes up. Absolutely haunting, I can not recommend this piece enough. Honest to God, if you only read one Starsky and Hutch fic from my late-and-spammy recomendations, read this one.
I ache everywhere. My heart aches. You know how people always say that? I always thought it was just an expression. It isn't.
I sit down again, and I pick up the microphone. I flick it on. I flick it off. All I can think about right this minute are all the times over the years that I've been a real shit to him. I've yelled at him, made fun of him, been grouchy at him when he hasn't even done anything wrong. To be truthful, he's done the same things to me, but when somebody's lying in front of you, and they might die, well, you can't really be thinking about things like that.
Besides, when he does that to me, it's because he can. I'm the one person who understands, the one on whom he can take out his frustrations without the fear that I'm going to stop being his friend, stop loving him, overreact, or take it personally.
Oh.
I'm glad I didn't record that, what I just said. If Starsky heard me say that he'd sit up and yell and me and tell me to stop being a dumb blond.
I wish he'd sit up and tell me that.
Testing.
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And I thought you were getting the jump on your June recs! *grin*
I haven't read this one, so thanks for the rec.