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Foster-child of Silence and Slow Time by Suzan Lovett
javascript:void(0);Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: None - Starsky/Hutch Preslash
Length: A bit more than 2.700 words
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: listed in The Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Do you remember Joanna Haymes? The little girl who was kidnapped in The Psychic? Well, guess what? She's getting married, and Starsky and Hutch had been invited to the party.
But, once they are in there, they found there is another special guest: Joe Collandra, the psychic. And he has not lost his abilities.
The story builds a sense of danger, a foreboding, a menacing shadow sliding over them. And you can feel it grow and grow, even when nothing really is said.
So, what do you thing about a little taste?
There was something cloudy in the man's eyes when they focused on Starsky again. "Ends well?" He shook his head as if to clear it. "Yes, I suppose so."
"There you go." Starsky patted the man's shoulder. Just a friendly gesture, but Hutch could swear that Collandra flinched. "Let's join the party," Starsky continued.
"No, you two go ahead." Collandra waved them on with a vague motion. "I'm leaving."
"Aw, come on, you came this far." Starsky reached out, but Collandra hastily backed away from the contact. "What's the matter?"
"I...uh, my head hurts. Too much sun. I'm not a day person. Anyway, I have a business to run. Gotta go. Uh...stop by sometime, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Starsky called out after the fast-retreating figure.
Hutch stared at the man's back. How would you like to go to a party, the memory echoed, and know -- know... He shivered.
Starsky tugged at his sleeve, pointing at the colorful crowd on the lawn. "Come on, partner, let's go smell the flowers." No flower had ever been made in the shape his hands gave form to.
"You go ahead. I'll join you in a minute."
"Somethin' wrong?"
I don't know. I'm suddenly so cold, and I don't know. "I said in a minute, Starsky!" Hutch snapped.
Foster-child of Silence and Slow Time
Pairing: None - Starsky/Hutch Preslash
Length: A bit more than 2.700 words
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: listed in The Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: Do you remember Joanna Haymes? The little girl who was kidnapped in The Psychic? Well, guess what? She's getting married, and Starsky and Hutch had been invited to the party.
But, once they are in there, they found there is another special guest: Joe Collandra, the psychic. And he has not lost his abilities.
The story builds a sense of danger, a foreboding, a menacing shadow sliding over them. And you can feel it grow and grow, even when nothing really is said.
So, what do you thing about a little taste?
There was something cloudy in the man's eyes when they focused on Starsky again. "Ends well?" He shook his head as if to clear it. "Yes, I suppose so."
"There you go." Starsky patted the man's shoulder. Just a friendly gesture, but Hutch could swear that Collandra flinched. "Let's join the party," Starsky continued.
"No, you two go ahead." Collandra waved them on with a vague motion. "I'm leaving."
"Aw, come on, you came this far." Starsky reached out, but Collandra hastily backed away from the contact. "What's the matter?"
"I...uh, my head hurts. Too much sun. I'm not a day person. Anyway, I have a business to run. Gotta go. Uh...stop by sometime, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Starsky called out after the fast-retreating figure.
Hutch stared at the man's back. How would you like to go to a party, the memory echoed, and know -- know... He shivered.
Starsky tugged at his sleeve, pointing at the colorful crowd on the lawn. "Come on, partner, let's go smell the flowers." No flower had ever been made in the shape his hands gave form to.
"You go ahead. I'll join you in a minute."
"Somethin' wrong?"
I don't know. I'm suddenly so cold, and I don't know. "I said in a minute, Starsky!" Hutch snapped.
Foster-child of Silence and Slow Time