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crack_van2010-09-19 09:41 am
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In Fire and Blood by Kaye (R, probably)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 12,000 words, approximately
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peg22
Author Website: More of Kaye's SH fic can be found here: http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
It's dark and angsty and hurt/comforty. The guys are their wonderful selves, even under horrible circumstances. Warning: This fic is violent. I wince a lot every time I read it. But the comfort balances out the hurt. Go. Read.
Like all beginnings, this one had held so much promise.
A shared moment, a drunken lean, nose to nose, a hand lingering just this side of too long on a thigh. When Hutch thought back to that night, he could never get back to that beginning. The real beginning. He never found his way any further back than the sound of the baseball bat connecting with Starsky’s ribs, the odd smell of the oily cloth shoved in his face a fraction of a second before he lost consciousness. He never made it back to the kiss. The first kiss. The beginning of something new. The end of everything else.
In Fire and Blood
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 12,000 words, approximately
Author on LJ:
peg22Author Website: More of Kaye's SH fic can be found here: http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
It's dark and angsty and hurt/comforty. The guys are their wonderful selves, even under horrible circumstances. Warning: This fic is violent. I wince a lot every time I read it. But the comfort balances out the hurt. Go. Read.
Like all beginnings, this one had held so much promise.
A shared moment, a drunken lean, nose to nose, a hand lingering just this side of too long on a thigh. When Hutch thought back to that night, he could never get back to that beginning. The real beginning. He never found his way any further back than the sound of the baseball bat connecting with Starsky’s ribs, the odd smell of the oily cloth shoved in his face a fraction of a second before he lost consciousness. He never made it back to the kiss. The first kiss. The beginning of something new. The end of everything else.
In Fire and Blood