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Plaguing Perspectives by Paula Wilshe (G)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Gen
Author Website: Stories can be found here
Why this must be read: A Post-ep for The Plague told from Starsky's perspective, all I can say is read this because Paula Wilshe wrote it. And if that's not enough to make you read it, try this:
He slumped down on the couch and leaned his head back against the cushion. "I'm just so fucking tired," he said in a low voice. He ran a hand down his face. "I want to feel better than this," he added, gesturing with his hand. "I'm tired of being sick."
"I know," I said softly, "I know," and I stroked his forehead a little bit. It must have been the right thing to do, because he closed his eyes and sighed. "I understand, I really do." I made my voice as gentle as I could, there was so much emotion behind there, you know? But I had no idea if I could make Hutch hear that, feel that. "You'll do better every day," I said, "baby steps, but that's okay, 'cause we've got all the time in the world now."
The caring, the love, the friendship - it's all here, wrapped in a sweet bundle, with a healthy dollop of "me and thee" on top. It's the kind of story you savor, and sigh at the richness of the writing. And I'm not ashamed to say it made me all misty and stuff.
Plaguing Perspectives
Pairing: Gen
Author Website: Stories can be found here
Why this must be read: A Post-ep for The Plague told from Starsky's perspective, all I can say is read this because Paula Wilshe wrote it. And if that's not enough to make you read it, try this:
He slumped down on the couch and leaned his head back against the cushion. "I'm just so fucking tired," he said in a low voice. He ran a hand down his face. "I want to feel better than this," he added, gesturing with his hand. "I'm tired of being sick."
"I know," I said softly, "I know," and I stroked his forehead a little bit. It must have been the right thing to do, because he closed his eyes and sighed. "I understand, I really do." I made my voice as gentle as I could, there was so much emotion behind there, you know? But I had no idea if I could make Hutch hear that, feel that. "You'll do better every day," I said, "baby steps, but that's okay, 'cause we've got all the time in the world now."
The caring, the love, the friendship - it's all here, wrapped in a sweet bundle, with a healthy dollop of "me and thee" on top. It's the kind of story you savor, and sigh at the richness of the writing. And I'm not ashamed to say it made me all misty and stuff.
Plaguing Perspectives