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A Crack in the Ice by Susan (PG-13)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
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sjames_centre
Why this must be read: Another post-SR piece. This time life isn't measured in years or months. It's measured in days, hours, minutes. It's about surviving from one breath to the other. It's about measuring time from one pain shot to the next. When they can rest, when they can forget for just a little while.
“When I get my shot, Hutch, it’s like I’m floating on this huge piece of ice. Lots of room, two lawn chairs, couple beers, you and me just sitting there admiring the ocean go by. Then a piece falls off and floats away. But it’s okay, we still have lots of space. But I look down and the beers have disappeared and then the lawn chairs. I hear this huge noise, like a crack, and half of the ice falls into the ocean right in front of us. Then it’s not such a nice place anymore. After a couple hours it’s just you and me freezing our asses off on the ice. And pieces keep falling off around us. You try to stay on it with me, but in the end, it’s just me and the ice is gone and I’m drowning.”
And you talk and love and try to get your mind off the ticking of the clock. Two hours, one hour, thirty minutes, and ten. You try not to count down, but you always do. You're just waiting for the time to be up, for the release to come, for the ice to become whole again.
A Crack in the Ice
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
sjames_centreWhy this must be read: Another post-SR piece. This time life isn't measured in years or months. It's measured in days, hours, minutes. It's about surviving from one breath to the other. It's about measuring time from one pain shot to the next. When they can rest, when they can forget for just a little while.
“When I get my shot, Hutch, it’s like I’m floating on this huge piece of ice. Lots of room, two lawn chairs, couple beers, you and me just sitting there admiring the ocean go by. Then a piece falls off and floats away. But it’s okay, we still have lots of space. But I look down and the beers have disappeared and then the lawn chairs. I hear this huge noise, like a crack, and half of the ice falls into the ocean right in front of us. Then it’s not such a nice place anymore. After a couple hours it’s just you and me freezing our asses off on the ice. And pieces keep falling off around us. You try to stay on it with me, but in the end, it’s just me and the ice is gone and I’m drowning.”
And you talk and love and try to get your mind off the ticking of the clock. Two hours, one hour, thirty minutes, and ten. You try not to count down, but you always do. You're just waiting for the time to be up, for the release to come, for the ice to become whole again.
A Crack in the Ice