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crack_van2006-06-03 01:48 pm
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Invictus by Terri Beckett (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.squidge.org/~flamingo/starskyhutchgen/index.htm
Why this must be read:
In keeping with my ambiguity theme, here is another Starsky and Hutch fic that could swing either way, as it were. It's a death fic, and kind of short, but again the quality of the writing and the pure love between the guys shines through in every word. Here's an example:
"If he reached out with his left hand, he could just touch Starsky's right shoulder. Hadn't much coordination, though - couldn't get a grip. Is this how it was for you, that morning in the parking lot? You couldn't speak to tell me but your eyes said it all. Your eyes aren't saying anything now, all the life is out of them. Open, and blue, and lifeless. Dead. There's blood in your hair. Yours or mine? It doesn't matter.
Wonder how long it takes? Wait up, huh? If you get too far ahead, I may not be able to find you in the dark. Wait. It won't be long, and I've waited for you often enough . . ."
Invictus
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.squidge.org/~flamingo/starskyhutchgen/index.htm
Why this must be read:
In keeping with my ambiguity theme, here is another Starsky and Hutch fic that could swing either way, as it were. It's a death fic, and kind of short, but again the quality of the writing and the pure love between the guys shines through in every word. Here's an example:
"If he reached out with his left hand, he could just touch Starsky's right shoulder. Hadn't much coordination, though - couldn't get a grip. Is this how it was for you, that morning in the parking lot? You couldn't speak to tell me but your eyes said it all. Your eyes aren't saying anything now, all the life is out of them. Open, and blue, and lifeless. Dead. There's blood in your hair. Yours or mine? It doesn't matter.
Wonder how long it takes? Wait up, huh? If you get too far ahead, I may not be able to find you in the dark. Wait. It won't be long, and I've waited for you often enough . . ."
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And I had to laugh - by the dates at the top of the story, this was written when I was fifteen and not long away from my initial PMG crush. *G*
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