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The Alice Arc by Daydreamer (PG to NC-17, six stories total, Gen to Slash)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (Gen and Slash)
Length: @200k for all six total
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Daydreamer's Den
Why this must be read:
(So the last one was Gen, how about a series that runs from Gen to Slash?)
Sweet Alice is a character in the series that I have a personal, real affection for. She loves our Hutch so very much, and swears that one of these days, "I'm gonna go straight, and when I do, I'm gonna getcha." He says he just might let her.
The affection between them is strong, and they care for one another, but Hutch is a cop, and Alice is a hooker.
This arc begins at the time just after Gillian is killed in the series -- another hooker, only Hutch didn't know it, and fell in love with her. His pain and his need to understand is where we start. The Hutch-angst is strong in this one.
I'm already in the building, have already knocked on the door when it occurs to me: what if she has a client in there? Can I handle that? I scrub at my face with both hands. This isn't Gillian; I'm here for answers, not to judge. I can do this, even if some asshole dick comes to the door. I'll be pleasant, wait my turn. Hell, I'll even pay if I have to, but I don't think it'll come to that.
I can hear someone at the door, and then it opens slightly, the chain still in place.
"Hutch?" she says softly. "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? I scrub my face again. I fell in love. I found out she was a hooker. My lady died. My life is pretty much down the crapper at this point. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I hurt all the time. There's a hole in my soul and nothing I do will make it better.
"Nothing," I say. "You got company?"
She nods, then studies me, her head at an angle, and seems to come to a decision. "I can get him to leave."
I shrug. I don't want to think about what that will entail. Will she give him a refund? A raincheck? How exactly does it work when you can't come through on your promise of sexual favors because a sorry ass cop shows up on your doorstep at two in the morning and you feel you have to let him in?
The Alice Arc (Six Stories)
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch (Gen and Slash)
Length: @200k for all six total
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Daydreamer's Den
Why this must be read:
(So the last one was Gen, how about a series that runs from Gen to Slash?)
Sweet Alice is a character in the series that I have a personal, real affection for. She loves our Hutch so very much, and swears that one of these days, "I'm gonna go straight, and when I do, I'm gonna getcha." He says he just might let her.
The affection between them is strong, and they care for one another, but Hutch is a cop, and Alice is a hooker.
This arc begins at the time just after Gillian is killed in the series -- another hooker, only Hutch didn't know it, and fell in love with her. His pain and his need to understand is where we start. The Hutch-angst is strong in this one.
I'm already in the building, have already knocked on the door when it occurs to me: what if she has a client in there? Can I handle that? I scrub at my face with both hands. This isn't Gillian; I'm here for answers, not to judge. I can do this, even if some asshole dick comes to the door. I'll be pleasant, wait my turn. Hell, I'll even pay if I have to, but I don't think it'll come to that.
I can hear someone at the door, and then it opens slightly, the chain still in place.
"Hutch?" she says softly. "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? I scrub my face again. I fell in love. I found out she was a hooker. My lady died. My life is pretty much down the crapper at this point. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I hurt all the time. There's a hole in my soul and nothing I do will make it better.
"Nothing," I say. "You got company?"
She nods, then studies me, her head at an angle, and seems to come to a decision. "I can get him to leave."
I shrug. I don't want to think about what that will entail. Will she give him a refund? A raincheck? How exactly does it work when you can't come through on your promise of sexual favors because a sorry ass cop shows up on your doorstep at two in the morning and you feel you have to let him in?
The Alice Arc (Six Stories)