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Gentle Hands on the Reins by Kath Moonshine (PG-13)
Fandom: Starsky/Hutch
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: This one is from the SHarecon 2002 zine and it's very sweet. Hutch is getting audited by the IRS and to say he's a little nervous is an understatement. And no one is giving him a definite answer of how to handle it.
"I just want to make the right impression . . ." Hutch opined, some of the stress visibly draining from his face. "I asked my accountant for advice."
"Yeah? What'd he say?"
"He said wear my shabbiest clothing. Let them think I'm a pauper." Starsky heard shades of Jack Mitchell in his partner's rich voice. Uh-huh, this is not the time for a trip down memory lane.
"The reason the accountant gave you any advice at all was because he thought you were gonna shoot him," Starsky said, giving Hutch a wicked grin. "I was there. You grilled him like some lowlife perp too wet to step on and too low to kick. He had to tell you something just to get you out of his office. He said your tax returns are fine."
"Well, what about what the lawyer said when I asked him the same question?" Hutch demanded. "I got conflicting advice, buddy. He said not to let them intimidate me—said I should wear my most elegant suit and tie."
Hutch has got the bit in his teeth. "That guy acted like you were gonna shoot him, too. Hutch, the lawyer told you this was just a routine audit and that everything was gonna be okay. He said that stuff about the suit to calm you down, since it was obvious you didn't like the advice your accountant gave you."
But Starsky knows just how to make it all better. A sweet, domestic story of love through the everyday problems of life. They'll make it through...together.
Gentle Hands on the Reins
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Why this must be read: This one is from the SHarecon 2002 zine and it's very sweet. Hutch is getting audited by the IRS and to say he's a little nervous is an understatement. And no one is giving him a definite answer of how to handle it.
"I just want to make the right impression . . ." Hutch opined, some of the stress visibly draining from his face. "I asked my accountant for advice."
"Yeah? What'd he say?"
"He said wear my shabbiest clothing. Let them think I'm a pauper." Starsky heard shades of Jack Mitchell in his partner's rich voice. Uh-huh, this is not the time for a trip down memory lane.
"The reason the accountant gave you any advice at all was because he thought you were gonna shoot him," Starsky said, giving Hutch a wicked grin. "I was there. You grilled him like some lowlife perp too wet to step on and too low to kick. He had to tell you something just to get you out of his office. He said your tax returns are fine."
"Well, what about what the lawyer said when I asked him the same question?" Hutch demanded. "I got conflicting advice, buddy. He said not to let them intimidate me—said I should wear my most elegant suit and tie."
Hutch has got the bit in his teeth. "That guy acted like you were gonna shoot him, too. Hutch, the lawyer told you this was just a routine audit and that everything was gonna be okay. He said that stuff about the suit to calm you down, since it was obvious you didn't like the advice your accountant gave you."
But Starsky knows just how to make it all better. A sweet, domestic story of love through the everyday problems of life. They'll make it through...together.
Gentle Hands on the Reins
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