crack_van | Little Rock by Valerie Wells (PG-13)

Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: none
Length: 4900 words
Author on LJ: not known
Author Website: HERE
Why this must be read:

The story begins two weeks after what happened in "Starsky vs. Hutch". It's not as bright as it looked in the tag for the episode and they still have some issues with each other. Hutch is hiding something and Starsky is not telling the truth. Finally Hutch finds a way how to deal with the guilt he still feels but it does not take long for Starsky to figure it out. And then they have a real problem to get rid of. I like this story because a serious problem is written there with really great sense of humor and in every line there is almost palpable hope. I just don't understand why this author has never been recommended here. :) She is great!

"Mornin'," he said casually, making Hutch jerk toward him and eliciting another groan. "Starsky?" Hutch blinked blearily at him, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You don't remember nothin' about last night?" Starsky inquired, reaching to the floor for his jeans and groaning a little himself at the movement. Dragging Hutch from bed to bathroom and back again had pulled a few muscles he'd forgotten he had.

Hutch looked bewildered and gazed around himself as though he expected to find the answer on the walls. Starsky's leather jacket was wadded up and tossed against one wall and his shirt lay beside it, rumpled and wrinkled from having been wet and left in a heap. Hutch's robe also lay in a heap on the floor. His forgotten cup of coffee still stood on the nightstand. The empty Jim Beam bottles on the floor, which Starsky had simply shoved out of the way with his foot, leaned against each other on the other side of the nightstand. Then, when Starsky stood up in order to put his jeans on, Hutch realized he himself was attired in nothing but skin. "L-last night?" he asked. He searched his memory. There was a vague impression of lying in bed with Starsky's arm around him, then on his stomach while Starsky stroked his back. His eyes drifted back to the heap of clothes. And his face went scarlet. "Starsk, did we...did you...oh, my God."

Little Rock