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crack_van2009-06-10 09:55 pm
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Paint It Gray by Morgan Logan
Fandom: STARSKY 6 HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: A little over 20.500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morganlogan
Author Website: Agent Molo
Why this must be read: This is woobie!Hutch, and there's nobody who writes a better woobie!Hutch than molo, that for once. The story is settled after the end of the show, after Starsky's brush with death. Things are looking up, Starsky is almost recovered, and about to come back to work. And then is when Hutch tells him: he's leaving. He's leaving Starsky, the force and even Bay City. Hutch have had enough, and he just can't stay there, waiting for the next bullet to hit his partner. So, he leaves, leaving a very angered and confused partner behind.
Two years later, he's Capitan tiny sheriff's department when the news come through Huggy's phone call: Starsky was injured, badly. Still, he don't comes back, and soon, Huggy let him know that Starsky doesn't want him to keep him updated. Now, they are finally through.
Or aren't they?
Molo lead us back and forth in this story, letting us know what's going one in flashbacks and Hutch's memories. Everything we see is through Hutch's POV, and damn! the man is damaged. But we see why, we understand why there were no other way, why he had to went away.
You should have a little taste here
The last time he could remember being alive was when he had seen Starsky on that final day. After weeks of barraging Hutch with pleas, arguments and his unremitting anger, Starsky still had come to see Hutch off, as if he couldn't bear to lose one last chance to try to change his mind.
Hutch would never forget the expression in his best friend's eyes, the hurt and still-disbelieving look, as if this were the longest, cruelest practical joke Hutch had ever yet devised. They had stood by the truck, and the words had run out. There was nothing left to say. Hutch had failed repeatedly to effectively articulate to Starsky exactly why returning to the streets with him was so unthinkable, how certain he was that death was just biding its time after its last failed bid. Or how the mere thought made his heart pound like thunder. Of course, Starsky knew that same fear, had known it. But he didn't understand Hutch's current level of unreasoning panic. Perhaps it was because Hutch had held back the final secret—the depth of his love for his partner. But, even there, he was caught in a double bind, because he was afraid if he told Starsky, his friend might have decided to give in to Hutch's desires, thinking it might make him stay.
Great, isn't it? then, go and read the rest :)
Paint It Gray
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: A little over 20.500 words
Author on LJ:
morganloganAuthor Website: Agent Molo
Why this must be read: This is woobie!Hutch, and there's nobody who writes a better woobie!Hutch than molo, that for once. The story is settled after the end of the show, after Starsky's brush with death. Things are looking up, Starsky is almost recovered, and about to come back to work. And then is when Hutch tells him: he's leaving. He's leaving Starsky, the force and even Bay City. Hutch have had enough, and he just can't stay there, waiting for the next bullet to hit his partner. So, he leaves, leaving a very angered and confused partner behind.
Two years later, he's Capitan tiny sheriff's department when the news come through Huggy's phone call: Starsky was injured, badly. Still, he don't comes back, and soon, Huggy let him know that Starsky doesn't want him to keep him updated. Now, they are finally through.
Or aren't they?
Molo lead us back and forth in this story, letting us know what's going one in flashbacks and Hutch's memories. Everything we see is through Hutch's POV, and damn! the man is damaged. But we see why, we understand why there were no other way, why he had to went away.
You should have a little taste here
The last time he could remember being alive was when he had seen Starsky on that final day. After weeks of barraging Hutch with pleas, arguments and his unremitting anger, Starsky still had come to see Hutch off, as if he couldn't bear to lose one last chance to try to change his mind.
Hutch would never forget the expression in his best friend's eyes, the hurt and still-disbelieving look, as if this were the longest, cruelest practical joke Hutch had ever yet devised. They had stood by the truck, and the words had run out. There was nothing left to say. Hutch had failed repeatedly to effectively articulate to Starsky exactly why returning to the streets with him was so unthinkable, how certain he was that death was just biding its time after its last failed bid. Or how the mere thought made his heart pound like thunder. Of course, Starsky knew that same fear, had known it. But he didn't understand Hutch's current level of unreasoning panic. Perhaps it was because Hutch had held back the final secret—the depth of his love for his partner. But, even there, he was caught in a double bind, because he was afraid if he told Starsky, his friend might have decided to give in to Hutch's desires, thinking it might make him stay.
Hutch opened the driver-side door and threw in his duffle bag, then turned to face Starsky one last time. He found himself trying to memorize his friend's features, although he hardly needed to. Every detail had been etched indelibly in his mind, long ago. Now he watched as acceptance finally crept in, and with it, more anger.
Hutch pulled a folded slip of paper from his pocket and held it out. "Here's where I'm going—"
Starsky took it and crumpled it viciously in his hand. "I don't care. I don't wanna know. I can't believe you're fucking leaving." He flung the wad of paper away. Starsky looked almost in tears, though if they were of frustration or sadness, Hutch couldn't tell.
"You won't even stay long enough to try." Starsky choked on his words, then ground out, "You coward. You're nothing but a fucking coward, Hutch."
"Yes." Hutch said it easily, accepting the truth. He had no pride left. Maybe because of that, or because of the sudden freedom of this moment of letting go of his old life, he found himself doing the unplanned.
He raised his hand and laid it on Starsky's rigid face. Starsky twitched, but didn't pull back, even when Hutch's thumb dropped down to caress his angry mouth with a gentling stroke. Hutch saw Starsky's eyes begin to change, but he leaned forward quickly, not wanting to read the expression.
Instead, he put his lips near Starsky's ear and whispered, "I love you, Starsk. Always will." He touched his lips to the rough cheek for one single instant before stepping back and ducking into his waiting seat.
Hutch pulled a folded slip of paper from his pocket and held it out. "Here's where I'm going—"
Starsky took it and crumpled it viciously in his hand. "I don't care. I don't wanna know. I can't believe you're fucking leaving." He flung the wad of paper away. Starsky looked almost in tears, though if they were of frustration or sadness, Hutch couldn't tell.
"You won't even stay long enough to try." Starsky choked on his words, then ground out, "You coward. You're nothing but a fucking coward, Hutch."
"Yes." Hutch said it easily, accepting the truth. He had no pride left. Maybe because of that, or because of the sudden freedom of this moment of letting go of his old life, he found himself doing the unplanned.
He raised his hand and laid it on Starsky's rigid face. Starsky twitched, but didn't pull back, even when Hutch's thumb dropped down to caress his angry mouth with a gentling stroke. Hutch saw Starsky's eyes begin to change, but he leaned forward quickly, not wanting to read the expression.
Instead, he put his lips near Starsky's ear and whispered, "I love you, Starsk. Always will." He touched his lips to the rough cheek for one single instant before stepping back and ducking into his waiting seat.
Great, isn't it? then, go and read the rest :)
Paint It Gray