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A Heavy Fall by Callisto (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch
Length: 30k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
callistosh65
Author Website: Callizz
Why this must be read:
A post-Bloodbath fic, wherein a guilt-ridden White Knight is a gorgeous, gorgeous Hutch.
His rescued partner needs to rescue him right back in one of the best examples of how much these two men care about each other.
And the memory of a single pair of sunglasses hooks you into this loving, touching story.
"Hutch?" He took himself forward to his partner's right side and placed an enquiring hand on his back as he tried to read the tense profile. "Hey," he called softly, "you in there?"
In answer a hand came out and took hold of his right wrist, which he had rested on the counter next to Hutch's.
"Just give me a minute," Hutch's voice was strangled and Starsky's heart pitched sideways to hear it. Now it was his turn not to fully understand. He bit down as his wrist began to pulse under Hutch's grip, but there was a reason for this in that blond head, so he would shut up and stay where he was for however many minutes Hutch might need.
He kept his voice light and eased closer. "Whatever you say, buddy." He began to move his left hand up and down Hutch's back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.
It came to him then, in the quiet of his kitchen with the two of them locked in this strange tableau, that it was Hutch who had had the harder time, not him. He had been knocked out and tied up by a bunch of weirdos with a bear and an odd taste in fashion, but his obstacles had all been practical. Escape and survive, survive and escape. One foot in front of the other.
But the same could not be said of Hutch. From the little Dobey had told him near the ambulance, and the lot he already knew about Marcus, it seemed that Hutch had been cut adrift in a nightmare. Left without a map in a world where the rules of kidnapping and normal human behavior no longer applied. A world where all Hutch had to cling to were the mind games of a madman and, knowing his partner, the certainty that he would fail. Starsky began to understand. He began to understand the haunted look and why his wrist was being held.
A long breath shook its way out of the bowed head and he took his cue.
"Hey, I'm here. Not goin' anywhere."
A Heavy Fall
Pairing: Starsky & Hutch
Length: 30k
Author on LJ:
callistosh65Author Website: Callizz
Why this must be read:
A post-Bloodbath fic, wherein a guilt-ridden White Knight is a gorgeous, gorgeous Hutch.
His rescued partner needs to rescue him right back in one of the best examples of how much these two men care about each other.
And the memory of a single pair of sunglasses hooks you into this loving, touching story.
"Hutch?" He took himself forward to his partner's right side and placed an enquiring hand on his back as he tried to read the tense profile. "Hey," he called softly, "you in there?"
In answer a hand came out and took hold of his right wrist, which he had rested on the counter next to Hutch's.
"Just give me a minute," Hutch's voice was strangled and Starsky's heart pitched sideways to hear it. Now it was his turn not to fully understand. He bit down as his wrist began to pulse under Hutch's grip, but there was a reason for this in that blond head, so he would shut up and stay where he was for however many minutes Hutch might need.
He kept his voice light and eased closer. "Whatever you say, buddy." He began to move his left hand up and down Hutch's back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.
It came to him then, in the quiet of his kitchen with the two of them locked in this strange tableau, that it was Hutch who had had the harder time, not him. He had been knocked out and tied up by a bunch of weirdos with a bear and an odd taste in fashion, but his obstacles had all been practical. Escape and survive, survive and escape. One foot in front of the other.
But the same could not be said of Hutch. From the little Dobey had told him near the ambulance, and the lot he already knew about Marcus, it seemed that Hutch had been cut adrift in a nightmare. Left without a map in a world where the rules of kidnapping and normal human behavior no longer applied. A world where all Hutch had to cling to were the mind games of a madman and, knowing his partner, the certainty that he would fail. Starsky began to understand. He began to understand the haunted look and why his wrist was being held.
A long breath shook its way out of the bowed head and he took his cue.
"Hey, I'm here. Not goin' anywhere."
A Heavy Fall