ext_21572 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
moondroplette.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2005-09-01 02:00 am
moondroplette.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-09-01 02:00 am
Entry tags:
Blood Test by Minnie K (PG-13)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (Gen/Pre-slash)
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: SH Gen Archive (Minnie K), The Pits Archive (Minnie K), SH Slash Archive (Sarah Problem), The Pits Archive (Sarah Problem)
Why this must be read:
I'd like to kick off this month by recommending a story (originally appearing in Venice Place Times 2) that holds the distinction of being in my top ten favorites list out of any fandom, ever. Seems Starsky's brother, Nick, is back in town, and Hutch ain't too happy about it. He and Starsk had plans for a quiet weekend at home to celebrate Starsky's birthday (who has been waylaid by a sprained ankle), but everything changes when Nick shows up and coincidentally, things start going very wrong, escalating to a deadly situation.
Rife with plot and excitement, Minnie's capture of the boys is spot on, managing not only to emphasize all the action and drama that made the show a hit across the board (and carrying one of the most nerve-wracking, heart-pounding sequences I've ever read), but also to focus on the warmth and caring between the characters. She draws on plot and guest character ties from the third and fourth seasons, including a twist that'll knock your socks off. I love Nick-centric stories, because they often show us the interesting juxtaposition of the family we're born into with the family we choose, and demonstrate with whom true alliance lies. The subtle vying for Starsky's attention and affection between Hutch and Nick is compelling to watch, and, ultimately, the sense of home that Starsky has with Hutch, and lacks with his own brother, is pure heaven to genners and slashers alike.
Excerpt:
---
Starsky found himself chuckling. He closed his eyes, just content to sit and relax in the shared moment.
It didn't last long, however, as a sudden snort echoed throughout the quiet apartment. He knew before opening his eyes that if he didn't get his partner straightened out soon, the snoring could go on all night.
Damn. Should've gotten him tucked in before he crashed. Guess I'd better hit the hay myself, before I get too fuzzy to move. He turned to say something to Nick, but was stopped short by the look on his brother's face. For a fraction of a second, disappearing before he could be sure, there seemed to be an angry stranger sitting in there. He closed his eyes again, not sure he wasn't seeing things.
He's probably beat, too. We all are. Better get everyone tucked in for the night.
"Well, I've got to hit the hay, little brother. You know where the sheets are for the couch, right?" He leaned over to grab Hutch's shoulder for a shake. "Hopefully, this big lummox can get to the bed under his own power, 'cause I can't get him there. Not with this ankle."
"What is this?" Nick asked, looking amused, arms outstretched in entreaty. "I'm your own flesh and blood, and you're sticking me on the couch?"
Starsky shook Hutch harder, trying not to grimace as his ankle throbbed at the movement. "Bet your bottom dollar, kiddo. You're there until I can borrow a roll-away from Huggy. You know the rule; guests get the couch in my house."
"Hutch is a guest, too," Nick said, making Starsky wince slightly at how whiny it sounded. "But he gets to share?"
"I've shared with him lots'a times, Nicky. Him I know I can sleep with, and tonight I gotta sleep." He watched as Hutch blinked bleary and bloodshot eyes in confusion. "C'mon, Blondie. Time to hit it."
Before steering the almost comatose Hutchinson toward the bedroom, and trying to get himself there without twisting anything, he had waved Nick into the bathroom ahead of them. He sat Hutch on the edge of the bed, then giving it up for lost, tossed armfuls of Nick's mess into the corner. They'd have to get things straightened out in the morning. Once the bed was uncovered, it only took a minimum of coaching to get the tall blond to strip to boxers and tuck himself in. Hutch was back to deep, even breathing almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Starsky sat on the edge of his usual side, preferring to be closest to the bathroom, and started pulling his jeans carefully down past his ankle. He found himself listening with half an ear to Nick's bathroom progress, while debating with himself over propping the ankle up with or without a bag of ice. He decided not to bother with the ice, but take some more aspirin instead.
Listening to the noises from the bathroom, he felt a little sorry for putting Nick on the couch. The truth was, even if Hutch hadn't been staying the night he'd have insisted on sleeping in the bed. He loved Nick, but it would have been too much like having a stranger next to him, and he wouldn't have been able to drift off. As it was, he and Hutch had given up on couch sleeping a while ago, and were no strangers to shared sleeping spaces at home or on the job. When it came to job related injuries, they had almost developed a sixth sense about not bumping each other's sore spots during the night.
He examined his bruised and swollen ankle, feeling all kinds of a fool. We're getting too old for this.
---
Though this story can and does stand alone as a gen adventure, it is the first installment of a slash series. Its sequel, "Blood Ties" (under the alt-pseudonym Sarah Problem), is available in Venice Place Chronicles 4, and isslated to debut online in Oct/Nov of this year now online. A third story ("Blood Shed") is currently in progress, publication date unreleased.
Despite the page link, any and all feedback should now be sent to 62books@verizon.net
Blood Test
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (Gen/Pre-slash)
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: SH Gen Archive (Minnie K), The Pits Archive (Minnie K), SH Slash Archive (Sarah Problem), The Pits Archive (Sarah Problem)
Why this must be read:
I'd like to kick off this month by recommending a story (originally appearing in Venice Place Times 2) that holds the distinction of being in my top ten favorites list out of any fandom, ever. Seems Starsky's brother, Nick, is back in town, and Hutch ain't too happy about it. He and Starsk had plans for a quiet weekend at home to celebrate Starsky's birthday (who has been waylaid by a sprained ankle), but everything changes when Nick shows up and coincidentally, things start going very wrong, escalating to a deadly situation.
Rife with plot and excitement, Minnie's capture of the boys is spot on, managing not only to emphasize all the action and drama that made the show a hit across the board (and carrying one of the most nerve-wracking, heart-pounding sequences I've ever read), but also to focus on the warmth and caring between the characters. She draws on plot and guest character ties from the third and fourth seasons, including a twist that'll knock your socks off. I love Nick-centric stories, because they often show us the interesting juxtaposition of the family we're born into with the family we choose, and demonstrate with whom true alliance lies. The subtle vying for Starsky's attention and affection between Hutch and Nick is compelling to watch, and, ultimately, the sense of home that Starsky has with Hutch, and lacks with his own brother, is pure heaven to genners and slashers alike.
Excerpt:
---
Starsky found himself chuckling. He closed his eyes, just content to sit and relax in the shared moment.
It didn't last long, however, as a sudden snort echoed throughout the quiet apartment. He knew before opening his eyes that if he didn't get his partner straightened out soon, the snoring could go on all night.
Damn. Should've gotten him tucked in before he crashed. Guess I'd better hit the hay myself, before I get too fuzzy to move. He turned to say something to Nick, but was stopped short by the look on his brother's face. For a fraction of a second, disappearing before he could be sure, there seemed to be an angry stranger sitting in there. He closed his eyes again, not sure he wasn't seeing things.
He's probably beat, too. We all are. Better get everyone tucked in for the night.
"Well, I've got to hit the hay, little brother. You know where the sheets are for the couch, right?" He leaned over to grab Hutch's shoulder for a shake. "Hopefully, this big lummox can get to the bed under his own power, 'cause I can't get him there. Not with this ankle."
"What is this?" Nick asked, looking amused, arms outstretched in entreaty. "I'm your own flesh and blood, and you're sticking me on the couch?"
Starsky shook Hutch harder, trying not to grimace as his ankle throbbed at the movement. "Bet your bottom dollar, kiddo. You're there until I can borrow a roll-away from Huggy. You know the rule; guests get the couch in my house."
"Hutch is a guest, too," Nick said, making Starsky wince slightly at how whiny it sounded. "But he gets to share?"
"I've shared with him lots'a times, Nicky. Him I know I can sleep with, and tonight I gotta sleep." He watched as Hutch blinked bleary and bloodshot eyes in confusion. "C'mon, Blondie. Time to hit it."
Before steering the almost comatose Hutchinson toward the bedroom, and trying to get himself there without twisting anything, he had waved Nick into the bathroom ahead of them. He sat Hutch on the edge of the bed, then giving it up for lost, tossed armfuls of Nick's mess into the corner. They'd have to get things straightened out in the morning. Once the bed was uncovered, it only took a minimum of coaching to get the tall blond to strip to boxers and tuck himself in. Hutch was back to deep, even breathing almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Starsky sat on the edge of his usual side, preferring to be closest to the bathroom, and started pulling his jeans carefully down past his ankle. He found himself listening with half an ear to Nick's bathroom progress, while debating with himself over propping the ankle up with or without a bag of ice. He decided not to bother with the ice, but take some more aspirin instead.
Listening to the noises from the bathroom, he felt a little sorry for putting Nick on the couch. The truth was, even if Hutch hadn't been staying the night he'd have insisted on sleeping in the bed. He loved Nick, but it would have been too much like having a stranger next to him, and he wouldn't have been able to drift off. As it was, he and Hutch had given up on couch sleeping a while ago, and were no strangers to shared sleeping spaces at home or on the job. When it came to job related injuries, they had almost developed a sixth sense about not bumping each other's sore spots during the night.
He examined his bruised and swollen ankle, feeling all kinds of a fool. We're getting too old for this.
---
Though this story can and does stand alone as a gen adventure, it is the first installment of a slash series. Its sequel, "Blood Ties" (under the alt-pseudonym Sarah Problem), is available in Venice Place Chronicles 4, and is
Despite the page link, any and all feedback should now be sent to 62books@verizon.net
Blood Test