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Exactly the Contents of One by Dorian (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 32K
Author on LJ: DNA (I don't believe.)
Author Website: Starsky & Hutch Slash Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead? - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
This is a tricky fic to describe. It doesn't have a standard plot, it's slash--yet that desire is never voiced or acted upon, and you don't really get a sense of resolution. Still, the story is so rich and evocative it sucks you right in to its world and keeps you there. Dorian's images and use of language are gorgeous, but the piece never feels overwritten.
The story is from Hutch's POV. It begins not long after Starsky and Hutch have become paired as detectives and continues through to Starsky's shooting. We're given glimpses of their lives as detectives. We get to share the adrenaline rush of a successful bust, the mind-numbing tedium of paperwork, and the despair of knowing no matter how many villains are taken off the street, others will be lined up, waiting for their opportunity. Through it all, Hutch's world is largely defined by his partner. It's clear Starsky means everything to him, yet we see no confession of these feelings and Starsky's own thoughts and emotions are a bit of mystery. Yet the connection between these two men is palpable. As a reader, you feel as if at any moment something of great importance could occur. But it doesn't, not during this story. There's a reason why the very last word in the fic is "Waiting."
Exactly the Contents of One
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 32K
Author on LJ: DNA (I don't believe.)
Author Website: Starsky & Hutch Slash Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead? - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
This is a tricky fic to describe. It doesn't have a standard plot, it's slash--yet that desire is never voiced or acted upon, and you don't really get a sense of resolution. Still, the story is so rich and evocative it sucks you right in to its world and keeps you there. Dorian's images and use of language are gorgeous, but the piece never feels overwritten.
The story is from Hutch's POV. It begins not long after Starsky and Hutch have become paired as detectives and continues through to Starsky's shooting. We're given glimpses of their lives as detectives. We get to share the adrenaline rush of a successful bust, the mind-numbing tedium of paperwork, and the despair of knowing no matter how many villains are taken off the street, others will be lined up, waiting for their opportunity. Through it all, Hutch's world is largely defined by his partner. It's clear Starsky means everything to him, yet we see no confession of these feelings and Starsky's own thoughts and emotions are a bit of mystery. Yet the connection between these two men is palpable. As a reader, you feel as if at any moment something of great importance could occur. But it doesn't, not during this story. There's a reason why the very last word in the fic is "Waiting."
An excerpt from Exactly the Contents of One...
"Hand me your mug, Starsk."
"Nah, just bring the whole thing. We're gonna need it." Starsky glowers at the files like he's going to remember each one and God help them if they ever cross his path again. It's an expression that works pretty well on low-life punks and is wasted on manila folders and mug sheets.
The coffee's taking forever to percolate, and if that light above their desk starts flickering again, Hutch won't be held responsible for his actions. Starsky tosses his file at the table and searches around for his stack of dimes. "Wanna candy bar or something?"
"Did I the last half-dozen times you asked?"
Starsky looks back over his shoulder and smiles faintly, mostly around his eyes. "No, but I keep hoping." He slides off his seat almost into Hutch, and they both go left, then right. Stop.
Starsky's mouth quirks. "If you wanted to dance, babe, all you had to do was ask."
Hutch draws himself out of his faint habitual slouch, coffee pot in hand. "Nobody dips me twice."
*******
"Hand me your mug, Starsk."
"Nah, just bring the whole thing. We're gonna need it." Starsky glowers at the files like he's going to remember each one and God help them if they ever cross his path again. It's an expression that works pretty well on low-life punks and is wasted on manila folders and mug sheets.
The coffee's taking forever to percolate, and if that light above their desk starts flickering again, Hutch won't be held responsible for his actions. Starsky tosses his file at the table and searches around for his stack of dimes. "Wanna candy bar or something?"
"Did I the last half-dozen times you asked?"
Starsky looks back over his shoulder and smiles faintly, mostly around his eyes. "No, but I keep hoping." He slides off his seat almost into Hutch, and they both go left, then right. Stop.
Starsky's mouth quirks. "If you wanted to dance, babe, all you had to do was ask."
Hutch draws himself out of his faint habitual slouch, coffee pot in hand. "Nobody dips me twice."
*******
Exactly the Contents of One