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crack_van2005-09-21 01:13 am
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Fractured Discipline by Elizabeth (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Once again, we've got the boys returning to work post-SR, and Hutch isn't coping too well. His fear for Starsky is a near-tangible creature that he wrestles to control, over and over again, and though he devises a "system" to reign it in (there are flowcharts and everything!), you wonder if he ever truly gets the clampdown on it, despite his own thoughts on the matter. In the midst of all this agonizing, the Blintz has fallen in love with Starsk, but hides the fact behind his other secrets. Just as the two of them start down the path to exploring new aspects of their relationship, a tense work-related situation comes up that throws Starsky right back into danger, and Hutch back into the arms of his fear. Will they ever get a chance to figure things out?
A good, long fic that's got bits and pieces of many of the aspects that can make great S/H: caring, love, humor, action, drama, sex, plot, and some delicate pieces of writing, too. Though the author occasionally slips in a Brit-ism that might give the reader pause, this story shouldn't be dismissed for such temporary lapses. I'd recommend this piece solely for the exploration of Hutch and the intriguing insights into his development she gives us, but the rest ain't half bad, either ;)
Excerpt:
Months ago now, when Starsky survived without injury his first exposure to gunfire post-Gunther, Hutch had exposed a serious flaw in his system. Discipline could be wound only so tight. He realised that evening that there was a point at which it would explode catastrophically and he was perilously close to a stress fracture. Thinking quickly, he worked out that he needed to avoid this testing to destruction at all costs. Maybe if he eased the tension on the rope and let it out a few notches . . . .
He was desperate after that first firefight. As soon as Hutch shut the door of Starsky’s place behind him, he gave free rein to the terrible urge to be over-protective. He switched into full mother-hen mode, even though Starsky was completely uninjured. It worked. He could feel the fractures in his armor healing themselves, closing over. He no longer sensed that he was going to fly apart into destructive shards ready to slash through anything in their path.
And to his amazement, Starsky permitted him to mother him. He made no complaint, nor did he try and wrest control back from Hutch. Hutch guessed that his partner had figured out what was going on. But just as the fear had never been mentioned, Hutch’s safety valve was left in silence and shadows. He was grateful.
And he worked hard to ensure that he didn’t abuse the privilege. Never once did he slip up at work where their fellow-officers could see. Never once did he indulge himself unnecessarily when there was no imminent danger of a blow-out. And when he felt that he had to invoke his emergency procedure, he sensed Starsky’s wordless support enfolding him like a blanket.
He knew that without evenings like tonight, lying quietly on the sofa, resting his head against Starsky, no amount of discipline would enable him to return to work as if nothing had happened.
Fractured Discipline
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Once again, we've got the boys returning to work post-SR, and Hutch isn't coping too well. His fear for Starsky is a near-tangible creature that he wrestles to control, over and over again, and though he devises a "system" to reign it in (there are flowcharts and everything!), you wonder if he ever truly gets the clampdown on it, despite his own thoughts on the matter. In the midst of all this agonizing, the Blintz has fallen in love with Starsk, but hides the fact behind his other secrets. Just as the two of them start down the path to exploring new aspects of their relationship, a tense work-related situation comes up that throws Starsky right back into danger, and Hutch back into the arms of his fear. Will they ever get a chance to figure things out?
A good, long fic that's got bits and pieces of many of the aspects that can make great S/H: caring, love, humor, action, drama, sex, plot, and some delicate pieces of writing, too. Though the author occasionally slips in a Brit-ism that might give the reader pause, this story shouldn't be dismissed for such temporary lapses. I'd recommend this piece solely for the exploration of Hutch and the intriguing insights into his development she gives us, but the rest ain't half bad, either ;)
Excerpt:
Months ago now, when Starsky survived without injury his first exposure to gunfire post-Gunther, Hutch had exposed a serious flaw in his system. Discipline could be wound only so tight. He realised that evening that there was a point at which it would explode catastrophically and he was perilously close to a stress fracture. Thinking quickly, he worked out that he needed to avoid this testing to destruction at all costs. Maybe if he eased the tension on the rope and let it out a few notches . . . .
He was desperate after that first firefight. As soon as Hutch shut the door of Starsky’s place behind him, he gave free rein to the terrible urge to be over-protective. He switched into full mother-hen mode, even though Starsky was completely uninjured. It worked. He could feel the fractures in his armor healing themselves, closing over. He no longer sensed that he was going to fly apart into destructive shards ready to slash through anything in their path.
And to his amazement, Starsky permitted him to mother him. He made no complaint, nor did he try and wrest control back from Hutch. Hutch guessed that his partner had figured out what was going on. But just as the fear had never been mentioned, Hutch’s safety valve was left in silence and shadows. He was grateful.
And he worked hard to ensure that he didn’t abuse the privilege. Never once did he slip up at work where their fellow-officers could see. Never once did he indulge himself unnecessarily when there was no imminent danger of a blow-out. And when he felt that he had to invoke his emergency procedure, he sensed Starsky’s wordless support enfolding him like a blanket.
He knew that without evenings like tonight, lying quietly on the sofa, resting his head against Starsky, no amount of discipline would enable him to return to work as if nothing had happened.
Fractured Discipline
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fantastic
which reminds me: her Hutch in this story is so wonderfully analytical, just like the guy figuring out how long before they would run out of oxygen in the airtight room in Omaha Tiger. her Starsky is also dead on, and the tension and angst and beauty of this piece has made me return to it again and again.
Re: fantastic
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