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Reflections of the Way Life Used to Be by Dawnwind (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 116,309 words
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dawnebeth
Author Website: Starsky & Hutch Archive, Dave and Ken's Diner, Me and Thee Archive
Why this must be read: Dawnwind is one of the fandom's most beloved writers. She has a way with a story that drags you right in and makes you want to read more. In this novel, Dawn explores one of canon's mysteries: Why did Hutch call his ex-wife Vanessa AND Nancy? The answer is wrapped up in an intriguing case story about drug smuggling, about old friends and old enemies. After Hutch is shot, Starsky's investigation leads to a case that they had been involved in almost a decade ago.
Across Falkner, a blue Dodge with a dented door pulled into the service station, probably to consult with the mechanic in the body shop. It wasn't until the brown-haired driver carrying a brown briefcase got out that Hutch began to pay more attention. As he looked closer, the car sparked a chord in his memory. He'd spotted that car earlier in the day-license plate number 535 ONN-the letters so similar to Starsky's car that they'd both commented on it. Was this a mere coincidence, one of those weird twists of fate where two people kept arriving in the same places at the same times, or something more? Hutch rarely believed in coincidence, not in his line of work.
He straightened, trying to watch the man more closely, but his view was obscured by the girl in the red mini walking into the crosswalk, the wind whipping her tiny scrap of a skirt around to reveal much more leg and buttocks than she'd probably intended the general public to see. She'd judged her ability to cross safely a little close, and several waiting cars honked, startling the girl. Juggling her bags, she broke into a run as a VW bug trundled past her.
Glancing back at the restaurant, Hutch saw that his partner was still chatting with the gregarious Margery, and wouldn't be out for a while. Settling his sunglasses on his nose, Hutch started over to the crosswalk. The woman tripped on uneven pavement, falling forward to the tune of more car horns; a loaf of bread and four oranges tumbling out of the bags. Bright oranges rolled haphazardly under her feet, and Hutch reached out to grab the woman before she landed on her face.
He was jerked backward with the force of a ten ton-truck hitting him in the chest. Struggling to take a breath, he tried to make sense of what was happening. The wind wasn't nearly strong enough to have caused that kind of sensation. Had the girl pushed him?
Reflections of the Way Life Used to Be
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 116,309 words
Author on LJ:
dawnebethAuthor Website: Starsky & Hutch Archive, Dave and Ken's Diner, Me and Thee Archive
Why this must be read: Dawnwind is one of the fandom's most beloved writers. She has a way with a story that drags you right in and makes you want to read more. In this novel, Dawn explores one of canon's mysteries: Why did Hutch call his ex-wife Vanessa AND Nancy? The answer is wrapped up in an intriguing case story about drug smuggling, about old friends and old enemies. After Hutch is shot, Starsky's investigation leads to a case that they had been involved in almost a decade ago.
Across Falkner, a blue Dodge with a dented door pulled into the service station, probably to consult with the mechanic in the body shop. It wasn't until the brown-haired driver carrying a brown briefcase got out that Hutch began to pay more attention. As he looked closer, the car sparked a chord in his memory. He'd spotted that car earlier in the day-license plate number 535 ONN-the letters so similar to Starsky's car that they'd both commented on it. Was this a mere coincidence, one of those weird twists of fate where two people kept arriving in the same places at the same times, or something more? Hutch rarely believed in coincidence, not in his line of work.
He straightened, trying to watch the man more closely, but his view was obscured by the girl in the red mini walking into the crosswalk, the wind whipping her tiny scrap of a skirt around to reveal much more leg and buttocks than she'd probably intended the general public to see. She'd judged her ability to cross safely a little close, and several waiting cars honked, startling the girl. Juggling her bags, she broke into a run as a VW bug trundled past her.
Glancing back at the restaurant, Hutch saw that his partner was still chatting with the gregarious Margery, and wouldn't be out for a while. Settling his sunglasses on his nose, Hutch started over to the crosswalk. The woman tripped on uneven pavement, falling forward to the tune of more car horns; a loaf of bread and four oranges tumbling out of the bags. Bright oranges rolled haphazardly under her feet, and Hutch reached out to grab the woman before she landed on her face.
He was jerked backward with the force of a ten ton-truck hitting him in the chest. Struggling to take a breath, he tried to make sense of what was happening. The wind wasn't nearly strong enough to have caused that kind of sensation. Had the girl pushed him?
Reflections of the Way Life Used to Be
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