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crack_van2011-05-22 02:39 pm
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Between The Hours of Four and Nine by April Valentine (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 4,494 words
Author on LJ:
aprilvalentine
Author Website: The (New) Starsky and Hutch Archive, The (Original) Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read:
This story, original published in a zine in 1985, was just posted to the net last week. It inspired two other stories that had previously been net posted and rec'd here on crack_van. That original rec post is here.. Now the inspiration for these two stories is available for your enjoyment.
This story takes place during the episode, A Coffin for Starsky. Starsky is dying and Hutch is trying to offer what comfort he can.
They stayed close and quiet for long moments. Finally, Hutch asked a soft question. "What do you wish, Starsk? What can I do for you?"
Starsky did not answer right away, but his arms pulled tighter. At last, in a wistful voice, he murmured, "There's nobody close, 'cept you, Hutch. The others, Ma and Aunt Rosie, you can call 'em... tomorrow, if you have to."
"I won't have to." Hutch's answer was swift and short. Starsky gave a slight shrug. "You didn't say what you'd wish for," Hutch reminded him.
Starsky leaned his head back to meet Hutch's eyes. "I just... wish I could feel something other than the pain for awhile."
The Hours Between Four and Nine
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 4,494 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: The (New) Starsky and Hutch Archive, The (Original) Starsky and Hutch Archive
Why this must be read:
This story, original published in a zine in 1985, was just posted to the net last week. It inspired two other stories that had previously been net posted and rec'd here on crack_van. That original rec post is here.. Now the inspiration for these two stories is available for your enjoyment.
This story takes place during the episode, A Coffin for Starsky. Starsky is dying and Hutch is trying to offer what comfort he can.
They stayed close and quiet for long moments. Finally, Hutch asked a soft question. "What do you wish, Starsk? What can I do for you?"
Starsky did not answer right away, but his arms pulled tighter. At last, in a wistful voice, he murmured, "There's nobody close, 'cept you, Hutch. The others, Ma and Aunt Rosie, you can call 'em... tomorrow, if you have to."
"I won't have to." Hutch's answer was swift and short. Starsky gave a slight shrug. "You didn't say what you'd wish for," Hutch reminded him.
Starsky leaned his head back to meet Hutch's eyes. "I just... wish I could feel something other than the pain for awhile."
The Hours Between Four and Nine

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