Hutch sits vigil.
Rated: Not Rated
Genre: Episode Related
Warnings: No Warnings Needed
Wordcount: 100 - Hits: 221
Complete?: Yes - Published: 08/02/2016 - Last Updated: 08/19/2016
Hutch sits vigil.
Hutch is not loving the Torino.
A shower sex, fluff, and angst sandwich.
Hutch decides, not for the first time, that he has attended too many funerals in his life.
Hutch from the Pilot.
Life is, Starsky has decided, entirely too much like balancing a checkbook.
Six times Hutch was hung-over.
Starsky thinks I hate his car.
He doesn't stop, because every time he closes his eyes, he sees Starsky fall.
Huggy has had enough.
While stuck at a boring conference, the guys write increasingly cheeky love notes to each other.
But the place she was in right now was oddly right; he was asking her out of a sense of commiseration, not obligation, as if they were equals. If he knew they really were, would she have his respect so easily? Or was he only treating her as such because she'd surprised him back there in that corn field with her competence, because he had set the bar low, thinking she was a rich man's daughter and not a cop?
Starsky can't resist a challenge.
Starsky, post "Starsky's Lady."
He goes home because he's a good son. He goes to war because he's a coward.
There are only fragments of Starsky left now, gone just long enough that he can't quite remember the sound of his voice, the exact color of his eyes, the way he smiled when he was surprised.
Starsky, alone with his thoughts, after the tag to "Shootout."
7 vignettes: In which they're never partners, but still manage to find one another.
Huggy knows he's second choice.
Starsky is sneaky and Hutch is sentimental.
Hutch unravels, coils, springs, then finally is still.
Hutch has a list of the worst of the worst, and he ranks them. Maybe Starsky has one too. Hutch is willing to bet that his rankings are a bit different though. For Hutch, the worst are the ones who tried to take Starsky away from him.
Sometimes the summer days are just too much.
Hutch ruminates post "Fatal Charm."
Hutch's greatest vice.
Helen had no doubt that Dave Starsky could love more than one person equally fiercely. It wasn't the love she envied, but the trust, the respect, the unwavering belief and confidence that Dave had in Hutch but couldn't extend to her.
Hutch's sniping and ranting rarely amounted to much more than blowing off steam. Starsky had seen Hutch's mean streak, and it was precarious at best. Starsky had been at the end of worse.