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Coda by Teri White (PG-13)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: SH Gen Archive
Why this must be read:
TAG: A short scene which comes after the climax and wraps up the teleplay.
CODA: Section added to the form proper of a composition as a conclusion.
DAVID SOUL: What the show really is, is a love story between two men who happen to be cops.
This is the MS fic to end all MS fics. Teri's Coda takes on the none-too-small task of establishing an additional 'tag' for every episode in the series (because Lord knows quite a few of them needed help). Missing scenes, extended scenes, and added scenes, written in a variety of styles, all factor into filling in the gaps within individual episodes, filling in the gaps between episodes and establishing two overriding arcs -- one that shows the development of our boys' relationship across four seasons, and one that traces the shift of Hutch's character from the bright, White Knight of early years to the tarnished, tired soul of latter days. Though the zine (originally published in 1985) is archived on the Gen site, it tracks the same wavy line the series did, sometimes shifting into slash territory, sometimes staying on safer ground. The characters aren't ever completely sure what they are to each other, what they could be, and neither are we. All any of us knows is that they love each other...and that's enough.
Excerpt:
"Starsky's Lady"
Dawn was funny. On the one hand, it could be filled with a pink-tinged promise of the new day. It could be a moment of breathless anticipation.
But there was another kind of dawn. The one that was a poignant reminder of what might have been. A moment of sharp grief.
Starsky was sitting at the window, waiting for this dawn and dreading it. The first full day of life without Terry. A very tall mountain to be gotten over.
He had been sitting at the same window all night, trying to work his way through the jungle of emotion. And now it was almost morning and he still didn't understand why.
A fact of life: the body doesn't know from sadness. Starsky had to piss. He went into the can. He did what had to be done, then washed his hands, splashed some cold water in his face, and gargled with a healthy dose of Listerine. He thought about shaving, but then dismissed the notion with a shrug.
He decided on some breakfast instead.
The figure on the couch came as something of a surprise. When the hell had Hutch arrived? And why just crash in here instead of letting somebody know that he was around?
Starsky detoured and perched on the back of the couch, gazing down at his sleeping partner. The rest of the fucking world could turn to dust in his hands and there would still be one person he could count on.
He let his fingertips touch soft blond hair. A thought struck him that was so...troubling in its implications that he tried to avoid facing the truth of it. Prudholm could just as easily have shot Hutch. He might be mourning his partner now. Starsky poked and probed his grief carefully. It hurt, God yes, hurt like hell and there would always be an empty space in his heart, a space where Terry had been. But this pain could be survived.
What if it had been Hutch? How would he be feeling now? Would Terry's love have been enough to sustain him?
The answer to that question was so terrifying that David Starsky couldn't accept it.
He pulled his fingers back from the gold softness where they had been resting. Breakfast. He'd whip up one of his famous Mexican omelets and surprise Hutch. Thinking only of that, he headed for the kitchen.
*****
Coda
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: SH Gen Archive
Why this must be read:
TAG: A short scene which comes after the climax and wraps up the teleplay.
CODA: Section added to the form proper of a composition as a conclusion.
DAVID SOUL: What the show really is, is a love story between two men who happen to be cops.
This is the MS fic to end all MS fics. Teri's Coda takes on the none-too-small task of establishing an additional 'tag' for every episode in the series (because Lord knows quite a few of them needed help). Missing scenes, extended scenes, and added scenes, written in a variety of styles, all factor into filling in the gaps within individual episodes, filling in the gaps between episodes and establishing two overriding arcs -- one that shows the development of our boys' relationship across four seasons, and one that traces the shift of Hutch's character from the bright, White Knight of early years to the tarnished, tired soul of latter days. Though the zine (originally published in 1985) is archived on the Gen site, it tracks the same wavy line the series did, sometimes shifting into slash territory, sometimes staying on safer ground. The characters aren't ever completely sure what they are to each other, what they could be, and neither are we. All any of us knows is that they love each other...and that's enough.
Excerpt:
Dawn was funny. On the one hand, it could be filled with a pink-tinged promise of the new day. It could be a moment of breathless anticipation.
But there was another kind of dawn. The one that was a poignant reminder of what might have been. A moment of sharp grief.
Starsky was sitting at the window, waiting for this dawn and dreading it. The first full day of life without Terry. A very tall mountain to be gotten over.
He had been sitting at the same window all night, trying to work his way through the jungle of emotion. And now it was almost morning and he still didn't understand why.
A fact of life: the body doesn't know from sadness. Starsky had to piss. He went into the can. He did what had to be done, then washed his hands, splashed some cold water in his face, and gargled with a healthy dose of Listerine. He thought about shaving, but then dismissed the notion with a shrug.
He decided on some breakfast instead.
The figure on the couch came as something of a surprise. When the hell had Hutch arrived? And why just crash in here instead of letting somebody know that he was around?
Starsky detoured and perched on the back of the couch, gazing down at his sleeping partner. The rest of the fucking world could turn to dust in his hands and there would still be one person he could count on.
He let his fingertips touch soft blond hair. A thought struck him that was so...troubling in its implications that he tried to avoid facing the truth of it. Prudholm could just as easily have shot Hutch. He might be mourning his partner now. Starsky poked and probed his grief carefully. It hurt, God yes, hurt like hell and there would always be an empty space in his heart, a space where Terry had been. But this pain could be survived.
What if it had been Hutch? How would he be feeling now? Would Terry's love have been enough to sustain him?
The answer to that question was so terrifying that David Starsky couldn't accept it.
He pulled his fingers back from the gold softness where they had been resting. Breakfast. He'd whip up one of his famous Mexican omelets and surprise Hutch. Thinking only of that, he headed for the kitchen.
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