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crack_van2011-03-02 11:47 am
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The Price by Morgan Logan (NC-17)
Hi I'm Nancys_soul and I have the pleasure of driving the CrackVan this month. I have driven several times now, so I think I can take you on a fun ride. Now buckle your seat belts and sit back and read and enjoy.
Fandom:STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing:Hutch/other-Hutch/Starsky
Length:337 KB
Author on LJ:http://morganlogan.livejournal.com/
Author Website:http://morganlogan.com/
Why this must be read: Can I just say because Molo wrote it? That is really all you need to hear to know that it is amazingly good. This story starts with the trial of Prudholm, for the murder of Starsky's beloved Terri. Starsky is very,very, angry, he ends up saying something that really upsets Hutch.
I need a drink—make that plural. With a tortured squeal, the Torino responded as he pulled away from the curb and aimed it toward the Pits.
~*~*~
Damn it, Starsky, Hutch thought angrily as, after half an hour, he finally, finally managed to flag down an empty cab. He got in and directed the driver toward the only place he could imagine Starsky going at this point, the Pits. Only, why in God’s name would he leave without his partner? Doesn’t he think I understand? After Gillian? That bastard Grossman only got fifteen fucking years.
Except maybe Starsky didn’t think the two situations could compare. After all, Gillian had been a hooker. Hutch hardly even winced anymore at the thought. Too much had happened since to make him realize he hadn’t truly understood, back then, what love was really all about. It wasn’t about pretty, lying lips and green eyes that betrayed a world-weary wisdom. No, love had eyes of deep blue, and hairy knuckles, and a persistent, improbable innocence that needed his protection.
Only right now, love was hurting, and Hutch couldn’t help. Couldn’t ease its pain, and couldn’t stop the blows that were being delivered by the callous hands of Chance. He could only just be there.
The Price
Fandom:STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing:Hutch/other-Hutch/Starsky
Length:337 KB
Author on LJ:http://morganlogan.livejournal.com/
Author Website:http://morganlogan.com/
Why this must be read: Can I just say because Molo wrote it? That is really all you need to hear to know that it is amazingly good. This story starts with the trial of Prudholm, for the murder of Starsky's beloved Terri. Starsky is very,very, angry, he ends up saying something that really upsets Hutch.
I need a drink—make that plural. With a tortured squeal, the Torino responded as he pulled away from the curb and aimed it toward the Pits.
~*~*~
Damn it, Starsky, Hutch thought angrily as, after half an hour, he finally, finally managed to flag down an empty cab. He got in and directed the driver toward the only place he could imagine Starsky going at this point, the Pits. Only, why in God’s name would he leave without his partner? Doesn’t he think I understand? After Gillian? That bastard Grossman only got fifteen fucking years.
Except maybe Starsky didn’t think the two situations could compare. After all, Gillian had been a hooker. Hutch hardly even winced anymore at the thought. Too much had happened since to make him realize he hadn’t truly understood, back then, what love was really all about. It wasn’t about pretty, lying lips and green eyes that betrayed a world-weary wisdom. No, love had eyes of deep blue, and hairy knuckles, and a persistent, improbable innocence that needed his protection.
Only right now, love was hurting, and Hutch couldn’t help. Couldn’t ease its pain, and couldn’t stop the blows that were being delivered by the callous hands of Chance. He could only just be there.
The Price
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You absolutely, positively can. :) Great rec!
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