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Return of the Magi by Susan (PG-13)
For my final April recs, I'm doing three stories by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sjames_centre
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:sjames_centre
Why this must be read: Gunther's hit is a not-so-distant memory and Starsky's slowly getting better. Hutch is right beside him all the way, encouraging every baby step he takes. But Hutch is living through his own private pain. If Starsky just got better, he promised himself he'd never ask his partner for more than that. Just keep on living. It seemed like such a simple request, but living brings pain of its own.
“No, I don’t need the fuckin’ nurse! Look at my back, Hutch. Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? You shoulda told me.” His voice was shaky, his eyes damp. “You shoulda told me,” he repeated.
Hutch stared at him. His heart was pounding as he tried to erase the image in his head of Starsky dying there on the bathroom floor while he watched. His relief that Starsky was fine was quickly replaced by anger.
“Fuck you, Starsky.”
Starsky wasn’t sure what he had expected Hutch to say, but it wasn’t that.
“Maybe I forgot to mention it because I was too busy making deals with God to keep you alive. Every time I walk into the hospital, I hold my breath until I get to your room and see with my own eyes you’re still alive. It’s been two months and every night I lie in bed expecting the phone to ring and to hear some doctor tell me they did everything they could but you died anyway. So yeah, it slipped my mind. And don’t you dare ask me to apologize, because I won’t. I thought you’d agree with me that a few scars were a fair trade for getting your life back.”
But time does heal and the pain does fade, like scars. And you can find happiness if you allow yourself. A quiet act of living, of breathing in and breathing out each day. There is love, right beside you, and if you're willing to let yourself live it can be a whole lot of fun. And we sacrifice ourselves for that love. We give everything we have, everything we are, for that love. It makes us whole.
Return of the Magi
sjames_centreFandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
sjames_centreWhy this must be read: Gunther's hit is a not-so-distant memory and Starsky's slowly getting better. Hutch is right beside him all the way, encouraging every baby step he takes. But Hutch is living through his own private pain. If Starsky just got better, he promised himself he'd never ask his partner for more than that. Just keep on living. It seemed like such a simple request, but living brings pain of its own.
“No, I don’t need the fuckin’ nurse! Look at my back, Hutch. Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? You shoulda told me.” His voice was shaky, his eyes damp. “You shoulda told me,” he repeated.
Hutch stared at him. His heart was pounding as he tried to erase the image in his head of Starsky dying there on the bathroom floor while he watched. His relief that Starsky was fine was quickly replaced by anger.
“Fuck you, Starsky.”
Starsky wasn’t sure what he had expected Hutch to say, but it wasn’t that.
“Maybe I forgot to mention it because I was too busy making deals with God to keep you alive. Every time I walk into the hospital, I hold my breath until I get to your room and see with my own eyes you’re still alive. It’s been two months and every night I lie in bed expecting the phone to ring and to hear some doctor tell me they did everything they could but you died anyway. So yeah, it slipped my mind. And don’t you dare ask me to apologize, because I won’t. I thought you’d agree with me that a few scars were a fair trade for getting your life back.”
But time does heal and the pain does fade, like scars. And you can find happiness if you allow yourself. A quiet act of living, of breathing in and breathing out each day. There is love, right beside you, and if you're willing to let yourself live it can be a whole lot of fun. And we sacrifice ourselves for that love. We give everything we have, everything we are, for that love. It makes us whole.
Return of the Magi
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Well done, thanks for sharing!
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