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Dark Night of the Soul by Elizabeth Lowry (Adult)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: approx. 118,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Dave and Ken's Diner, Me and Thee Archive, (Original) Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: This is an angst fest of a story. It is dark and pulls the reader in. It is tense and gripping. I love every word. You feel so much for Hutch and Starsky as they struggle with the aftermath of Gunther's assassination attempt on Starsky. Things falls apart. The boys fall apart. Nothing will ever be the same again.
There can never be too many post Sweet Revenge stories for me and this is one of my all time favorites. Every time I read it, I never want it to end.
Starsky was a model of professional detachment.
Hutch watched him: Casually, carefully, secretly he measured Starsky's every move. Of late Hutch had become expert at this game, spying under half-closed lids, watching from behind dark glasses, listening when he couldn't look. He'd become a master of detection, the Sherlock Holmes of the LAPD. And all his efforts were devoted toward one man. One man who needed all his skills. One man who needed all his attentions. One man who constantly needed him….
It had begun simply enough, a vigilance born of necessity. Watch for signs of fatigue, the doctors had warned him. Watch for signs of body stress. Watch for signs of internal bleeding. Watch for signs of muscle atrophy. Watch for signs of impaired mental capacity. Watch for signs of any number of physical calamities that could occur after such a death-defying trauma. Watch for it all. And then his vigil had grown to encompass the psychological aspects of Starsky's recovery. Watch for signs of depression. Watch for signs of anxiety. Watch for signs of changes in personality. In effect, watch for signs of God-knows-what kind of warp that could worm its way into Starsky's psyche and destroy the recovery Hutch had invoked. It was a taxing duty. One from which Hutch could never rest. And it had become that much more difficult of late, now that Starsky had demanded he stop his vigil. But Hutch was an expert at stealth, and Starsky would not catch him at his task again. If Starsky was chafing against this duty, then Starsky would never again discern this duty.
Dark Night of the Soul
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: approx. 118,000 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Dave and Ken's Diner, Me and Thee Archive, (Original) Starsky & Hutch Archive
Why this must be read: This is an angst fest of a story. It is dark and pulls the reader in. It is tense and gripping. I love every word. You feel so much for Hutch and Starsky as they struggle with the aftermath of Gunther's assassination attempt on Starsky. Things falls apart. The boys fall apart. Nothing will ever be the same again.
There can never be too many post Sweet Revenge stories for me and this is one of my all time favorites. Every time I read it, I never want it to end.
Starsky was a model of professional detachment.
Hutch watched him: Casually, carefully, secretly he measured Starsky's every move. Of late Hutch had become expert at this game, spying under half-closed lids, watching from behind dark glasses, listening when he couldn't look. He'd become a master of detection, the Sherlock Holmes of the LAPD. And all his efforts were devoted toward one man. One man who needed all his skills. One man who needed all his attentions. One man who constantly needed him….
It had begun simply enough, a vigilance born of necessity. Watch for signs of fatigue, the doctors had warned him. Watch for signs of body stress. Watch for signs of internal bleeding. Watch for signs of muscle atrophy. Watch for signs of impaired mental capacity. Watch for signs of any number of physical calamities that could occur after such a death-defying trauma. Watch for it all. And then his vigil had grown to encompass the psychological aspects of Starsky's recovery. Watch for signs of depression. Watch for signs of anxiety. Watch for signs of changes in personality. In effect, watch for signs of God-knows-what kind of warp that could worm its way into Starsky's psyche and destroy the recovery Hutch had invoked. It was a taxing duty. One from which Hutch could never rest. And it had become that much more difficult of late, now that Starsky had demanded he stop his vigil. But Hutch was an expert at stealth, and Starsky would not catch him at his task again. If Starsky was chafing against this duty, then Starsky would never again discern this duty.
Dark Night of the Soul