Category Archives: slash

Am I gonna sit here all night and wait? Wait for what, Starsky? If you mean Christmas morning – you’ll be waiting a while. No dumb head, an answer, Hutch, an answer for God’s sake. It wasn’t a question. You … Continue reading →

“This is all your fault, you know.” Starsky broke the silence in the car. “What’s that?” Hutch surreptitiously tried to ease the cramp in his leg. His car seat was jammed, so he couldn’t move it back any further, but … Continue reading →

He let out his breath in a long sigh as he locked the door behind him. He wasn’t sure how long it would be before his partner noticed he’d left the party and followed him home, so he needed to … Continue reading →

“Hey, you wanna do this?” Starsky stepped back, admiring the tree. He held out the angel to Hutch. Starsky glanced at Hutch who sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. The blond studied the sparkly lights and old … Continue reading →

I woke with a start, not sure what disturbed me. I sat stone-still in the bedside chair and listened. Only night-at-the-hospital-sounds. The random footsteps, the intermittent ‘ping’ of the elevator just before the doors opened. No… nothing odd or threatening… … Continue reading →