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On Stone or Plaster by Keri T. (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 34k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keri1006
Author Website: Keri T on the Me & Thee archive
Why this must be read:
This is a gen story, but oh, the love.
This story takes place after the tag for the episode "Survival", in which Hutch is run off the road by the bad guys and trapped under his car in a canyon. Starsky is desperate to find him and has been told by the 'word on the street' that a contract was out on a cop and may have already been fulfilled. And once Starsky finds him, he's not planning on losing his friend to anything ever again.
"He was so scared, Hutch, but he never gave up. Never broke down. He didn't sleep; he didn't stop searching for a minute. I came down to the station once when I knew he was there. He had called me to give me a one-minute update and hung up in the middle of a sentence. I think he was on auto-pilot or something. I rushed down with a sandwich, thinking if he was there, maybe I could get him to eat a bite, but you know what?"
Hutch shook his head, unsure of his voice at the moment.
"When I came through the hallway, there he was—running at full speed. He didn't stop when I called to him. I don't even think he saw me, even though he ran right past me. I found out later he'd gotten a lead on your whereabouts." Terry stood up and began to gather her purse and sweater. "So, when I say cut him some slack, what I mean is let him fuss over you a little, okay? He needs that. He was so scared, and he needs to just be with you, take care of you, and let the nightmare memories slip away. After all, he found you, and you're going to be just fine. He knows that, of course, but I think his heart has to catch up with his brain."
All at once, Hutch was transported back five days, and snatches of memories surfaced. Starsky's face hovering close to his own, speaking words of encouragement and pouring relief over the fire of fear that had burned in Hutch's heart as painfully as his broken leg and battered body had throbbed. The softness of Starsky's leather jacket being placed under his head; even now, he could remember its smell and feel. And Starsky's hands, cradling his face, spreading the relief, making it real. His partner had found him and, no matter what, he wasn't going to die alone. Starsky had left him briefly, but the feel of his hands had lingered and soothed, and he hadn't been afraid anymore.
On Stone or Plaster
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 34k
Author on LJ:
keri1006Author Website: Keri T on the Me & Thee archive
Why this must be read:
This is a gen story, but oh, the love.
This story takes place after the tag for the episode "Survival", in which Hutch is run off the road by the bad guys and trapped under his car in a canyon. Starsky is desperate to find him and has been told by the 'word on the street' that a contract was out on a cop and may have already been fulfilled. And once Starsky finds him, he's not planning on losing his friend to anything ever again.
"He was so scared, Hutch, but he never gave up. Never broke down. He didn't sleep; he didn't stop searching for a minute. I came down to the station once when I knew he was there. He had called me to give me a one-minute update and hung up in the middle of a sentence. I think he was on auto-pilot or something. I rushed down with a sandwich, thinking if he was there, maybe I could get him to eat a bite, but you know what?"
Hutch shook his head, unsure of his voice at the moment.
"When I came through the hallway, there he was—running at full speed. He didn't stop when I called to him. I don't even think he saw me, even though he ran right past me. I found out later he'd gotten a lead on your whereabouts." Terry stood up and began to gather her purse and sweater. "So, when I say cut him some slack, what I mean is let him fuss over you a little, okay? He needs that. He was so scared, and he needs to just be with you, take care of you, and let the nightmare memories slip away. After all, he found you, and you're going to be just fine. He knows that, of course, but I think his heart has to catch up with his brain."
All at once, Hutch was transported back five days, and snatches of memories surfaced. Starsky's face hovering close to his own, speaking words of encouragement and pouring relief over the fire of fear that had burned in Hutch's heart as painfully as his broken leg and battered body had throbbed. The softness of Starsky's leather jacket being placed under his head; even now, he could remember its smell and feel. And Starsky's hands, cradling his face, spreading the relief, making it real. His partner had found him and, no matter what, he wasn't going to die alone. Starsky had left him briefly, but the feel of his hands had lingered and soothed, and he hadn't been afraid anymore.
On Stone or Plaster