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crack_van2006-10-03 12:07 pm
Circling the Wagons by Callisto (PG)
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author: Callisto
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Why this MUST be read:
Callisto has a deceptively easy breezy style that knocks you out. And there aren't enough stories about Nicky. And she weaves in a little Butch and Sundance. What else do you need?
As he stepped forward Hutch had his first clear look of what looked like a cut and the beginnings of a nasty bruise just below Starsky's left eye.
Covering the remaining distance in a couple of strides, Hutch got to the door just as the entire Starsky-built edifice was about to crumble. Reaching around his partner's left side, he instantly hauled most of the weight off Nick and clamped his left hand onto Starsky's, wrapping it across his neck and shoulders.
"Hey, I'm not a sack-a potatoes!"
"You wanna enlighten me here, Nick?" Hutch's tone was even and betrayed nothing as he ignored his partner, all the while propelling him towards an armchair. "Easy, easy." This last was directed to Starsky, who he had felt draw in a breath. Consciously slowing their trajectory into the chair as much as his back would allow, Hutch eased him down and took another look.
"You okay?"
Starsky's fingers caught his shirt front and kept him from rising. "'S just a bar-fight, Hutch." He attempted a smile. "Lucky punch is all."
"Yeah? Is this the part where I'm supposed to ask how the other guy looks?"
"Guys," interrupted Nick, who then wished he hadn't at the look both men sent him. "-plural," he finished weakly.
Hutch turned back to his partner, and this time a little vehemence crept in.
"Guys?"
"Losers, man." Nick snickered behind him. It was unwise and sore as he was, Starsky read his partner's body language effortlessly. He knew Hutch was seconds away from treating his brother like a perp in a crime.
"Hey, I'm bleedin' here. Think I could get some ice?" He tugged Hutch's shirt front again, and looked up with what he knew was his best wounded puppy dog look. "Hmm?"
Well aware of the deflection, Hutch nevertheless decided to allow it. He'd fix his partner up first, then learn just how idiotic the pair of them had been. As he ordered Nick to the kitchen area to fetch the first aid kit and wrap up some ice, Hutch couldn't help but notice that he didn't seem to have a mark on him. He shook his head.
Figured. Starsky would take on the hounds of hell before he'd let his baby brother swing a punch to protect himself.
the rest:
http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/display.php?storyid=805
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