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“Hey Starsk, ya wanna come back to my place tonight?”

“It depends on what time we get done here.” Starsky stared miserably at the stack of paperwork needing to be filed on his desk.

“I’m sure it won’t be too late. I’ll help you once I finish typing these two reports.” Hutch leaned towards his partner and whispered, “Besides, I miss waking up next to you in my bed.”

Hutch’s waggling eyebrows made Starsky chuckle. “Okay, but what are we gonna do for dinner?”

“I have a can of soup I can heat up.”

“Just as long as it’s not the one you got botulism from,” Starsky said, grimacing at the memory of what he and Hutch had gone through. Continue reading “Day 4: Here’s What Happened Last Night by Starskinson”

 

Colby enlisted, which is a crazy to me, but he says he can make more money in the military and get more action quicker and that’s okay, it’s his life.

The Academy isn’t easy, but it’s no worse than Basic. It’s all based on breaking you down then building you back up again, or at least that’s the plan. Some guys break easy and are gone in half a minute. Others break like they want you to and swallow everything they’re given and become good little recruits. Then there are a few who act like they’ve been broken, but really have such a strong core they just absorb the abuse and learn the regulations and come out as people who know when to follow the rules and when not.

Me, I got called Jew Boy so often growing up and so often in the Army that by the time I got to the Academy you might as well have called me Sue Boy. (I always liked that song.) Continue reading “Day 7: Reasons by Elizabeth Lowry”

Hutch’s eyes fluttered open, a smile curving at the corners of his mouth. Despite the heatwave that tortured the residents of Bay City for days, Hutch slept like a baby. Great sex will do that, and last night the sex was better than great. Continue reading “Day 8: Sweat by SHybaby”

Monday, October 31, 1977

For two weeks I’d been expecting it. Was surprised it took so long.

It started as a sniffle. Starsk took a sharp right and fishtailed into a closed self-serve carwash, pulling into the dark bay so that no one would see him lose his shit over a man he loved like a father. A gay man so deep in the closet Starsky never knew it until it was too late to ask questions. To understand.

The storm hits. Starsky clutches me tight. Tears soak my collar as he gasps John’s name. After what feels like forever, a hiccup signals the end is near, and I shift enough to snag a stack of napkins from the glove box, leftover from our lunch at Red’s Hot Dogs. He dries his face, blows his nose, wads up the napkins, and throws them out the window.

“You ever been with a man, Hutch?” Starsky asks, his voice husky with tears.

It didn’t even occur to me to lie.

“Yeah.” Continue reading “Day 8: I Look in the Mirror and I See Scars by Kath Moonshine”

This is the first chapter of a WIP. It takes place at the end of the Satan’s Witches tag.

Sunday

“Starsky, look, I can have the car packed and we can get out of here by nightfall, huh?”

“Says nature boy pining for the city.” All of a sudden, my nature-loving partner decided he’d rather be anywhere but up here at Pine Lake.

“After what we went through with those weirdos last night, my vacation is ruined!”

“Shh…”

“What?”

“Fish.” Hutch was gonna scare ’em away if he didn’t start keeping his trap shut. “The only thing that’s ruining your vacation are these ten happy, fat trout.”

“Oh come on!”

“The only thing you caught was an allergy.” Continue reading “Day 9: A Long Strange Trip by Daisy Morgan”

Starsky slowly walked beside his partner down the deserted hallway of the precinct at 3 a.m. They were both dead on their feet. Starsky scrubbed at his dry eyes. All he wanted was a quick shower and twelve hours’ sleep. The kidnapping case they’d wrapped up two hours ago had been successful, but the preceding forty-eight hours he and Hutch had spent tracking down the twelve-year-old kid had sapped every ounce of strength they’d had. A quick glance over at Hutch, and Starsky knew Hutch was as beat as he was. His face was pale, drawn, and his eyes blood-shot.

“My place? It’s closer?” Starsky said. He gave Hutch a half-hearted smile and an elbow to his ribs. “You walking in your sleep?”

Hutch opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when a loud voice echoed down the deserted corridor.

“Detective Sergeant David Starsky, you are under arrest.” Continue reading “Day 10: The Forest for the Trees by LilyK”