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The Only Thing I Can Be Sure Of by Silver Chipmunk (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 39k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silver_chipmunk
Author Website: Silver Chipmunk's Corner of the Forest
Why this must be read:
On this day of remembrance, I am reminded of this sweet story, fictional characters embodying the fear and worries we all suffered on this day seven years ago. Written as a way to work out her own feelings, Silver Chipmunk gives us permission to work through ours, and can lean on her story to feel as if we are not alone. Written sweetly and with respect.
Starsky turned sad eyes to him. “You know, Hutch, I thought the Twin Towers were ugly when they were first built.”
“Nothing wrong with thinking that, Babe. A lot of people did.”
“They didn’t start growing on me until... remember that time we went to visit and we took Ma to eat at the restaurant there? What was it called?”
“Windows on the World.”
“Windows on the World, yeah. Remember that view? That’s when I started thinking, OK, they’re kinda’ ugly, but they’re not so bad. And now I just keep thinking, they’re my towers... and they’re gone.” His voice broke on the last word. "And it hurts, Hutch. Oh God, it hurts."
"I know, Babe. But I'm here..." It was a replay of a scene over twenty years in the past, when Starsky had collapsed from the poison Bellemy had dosed him with. The overwhelming fear and helplessness that had washed over Hutch as he held the trembling form to him were akin to the fear and despair he felt now, but at least then there had been something he could do. Find the poisoner. Get the antidote. Now there was nothing he could do, and the only bad guys to catch were even farther out of his reach than Gunther had ever been. Hutch pulled Starsky close and held him tightly. He seemed to be doing that a lot today, but what else could he do for his broken-hearted partner?
He knew that even after all these years in California, somewhere deep down in his soul, Starsky still thought of himself as a New Yorker. It was part of him. Even aside from the fear for his nephew, Hutch knew Starsky felt this attack on his city as a wound in his own heart. Hutch couldn’t imagine himself feeling that way about Duluth... or could he? If it were some important place in Duluth that was on the screen, in flames and smoking, how would he feel? He prayed that he would never know. This was bad enough.
The Only Thing I Can Be Sure Of
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 39k
Author on LJ:
silver_chipmunkAuthor Website: Silver Chipmunk's Corner of the Forest
Why this must be read:
On this day of remembrance, I am reminded of this sweet story, fictional characters embodying the fear and worries we all suffered on this day seven years ago. Written as a way to work out her own feelings, Silver Chipmunk gives us permission to work through ours, and can lean on her story to feel as if we are not alone. Written sweetly and with respect.
Starsky turned sad eyes to him. “You know, Hutch, I thought the Twin Towers were ugly when they were first built.”
“Nothing wrong with thinking that, Babe. A lot of people did.”
“They didn’t start growing on me until... remember that time we went to visit and we took Ma to eat at the restaurant there? What was it called?”
“Windows on the World.”
“Windows on the World, yeah. Remember that view? That’s when I started thinking, OK, they’re kinda’ ugly, but they’re not so bad. And now I just keep thinking, they’re my towers... and they’re gone.” His voice broke on the last word. "And it hurts, Hutch. Oh God, it hurts."
"I know, Babe. But I'm here..." It was a replay of a scene over twenty years in the past, when Starsky had collapsed from the poison Bellemy had dosed him with. The overwhelming fear and helplessness that had washed over Hutch as he held the trembling form to him were akin to the fear and despair he felt now, but at least then there had been something he could do. Find the poisoner. Get the antidote. Now there was nothing he could do, and the only bad guys to catch were even farther out of his reach than Gunther had ever been. Hutch pulled Starsky close and held him tightly. He seemed to be doing that a lot today, but what else could he do for his broken-hearted partner?
He knew that even after all these years in California, somewhere deep down in his soul, Starsky still thought of himself as a New Yorker. It was part of him. Even aside from the fear for his nephew, Hutch knew Starsky felt this attack on his city as a wound in his own heart. Hutch couldn’t imagine himself feeling that way about Duluth... or could he? If it were some important place in Duluth that was on the screen, in flames and smoking, how would he feel? He prayed that he would never know. This was bad enough.
The Only Thing I Can Be Sure Of