Vigil's End by Rose Singer (killabeez) (Rating: Teen and Up.)
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 11,774 words
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Author Website: Archive of Our Own/Killabeez
Why this must be read:
When I first read Killa's story, there was very little SH fiction on the fledgling internet. If you wanted SH fic, you read zines. In 1997, April Valentine's terrific zine, The Fix Vol. 17, had a story from a writer I'd never heard of, Rose Singer. The story was Vigil's End. I was not familiar with the writer better known in other circles as Killashandra, Killa, and more recently killabeez. And as soon as I started reading Vigil's End, I thought, Oh, no, not another Sweet Revenge hospital story! Even in 1997, there were so many, it could have been its own genre. And then I started reading. And by the end, I was even more in love with these guys, pretty blubbery, and roughly speaking, a big puddle of mush. And I'm not the big-puddle-of-mush-type.
Starting shortly after the fire suppression sprinklers have gone off in Starsky's hospital room, Starsky, in a new room, has managed to fall asleep. Hutch's soft singing wakes him up. Hutch has snuck back in simply because he can't be anywhere else. He had come too close to losing Starsky, and all his regrets about the last year as they grew more distant are right on the surface. It's the middle of the night, they're alone, and Hutch has been hiding truths he'd rather die than reveal. But Starsky did die, at least for a few minutes, and the big blond is skating on emotionally thin ice.
Starsky doesn't know it yet, but it's a night for confessions, revelations, and the bald truth. He may not know it, but he wants to hear it. He wants to know what happened to them, why they drifted apart, and especially why Hutch has pulled away from him. He wants Hutch back in the worst way. In Hutch's mind, however, if they risk getting close again, for Starsky, it would be in the worst way.
The dialog in this story is perfect, and in this fandom, dialog is often the most telling delineation of character. The intimacy is so thick, you feel like you're sitting on the bed with them, yet it's never crowded. The emotional punches just keep coming; this story is a fifteen-round bout and no one is standing at the end. I fell in love with this story in 1997, and am thrilled that it's on line, and that I can recommend it for your reading pleasure.
Like many stories of the era, the point of view skates around like an acrobat, but trust me, Killa's amazing writing skill ensures you will never be confused, never lose your place. Because you'll be too intertwined with these characters at this beautiful, vulnerable moment between them. One of my greatest regrets is that this is the only story Killa ever wrote in our fandom. Like a jewel, it's all the more precious for its rarity.
Vigil's End by Rose Singer

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