{"id":71,"date":"2015-12-07T05:29:46","date_gmt":"2015-12-07T05:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2015\/calendar\/?p=71"},"modified":"2015-12-14T22:03:44","modified_gmt":"2015-12-14T22:03:44","slug":"december-7th-undying-love-by-sam-kw-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2015\/calendar\/?p=71","title":{"rendered":"December 7th- Undying Love by Sam KW (Part 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

May, 1979, Police garage parking lot: Starsky<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Damn! Someone’s frying their tires. A wheel alignment job’s coming right up.<\/i><\/p>\n

“Starsky, get down.”<\/em> <\/b><\/p>\n

What?<\/em><\/p>\n

Holy shit! Is that an M3? How the heck did cops-<\/em><\/p>\n

They ain’t cops.<\/em><\/p>\n

Fuck the protocols.<\/em><\/p>\n

If Hutch thinks I’m gonna duck and let him take the fall\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

You may get me, but you won’t get my partner. Not on my watch. Meet David Michael Starsky, you shit-heads!<\/em><\/p>\n

Glass!<\/em><\/p>\n

Christ! Is it the Torino’s?<\/em><\/p>\n

What am I doing on the ground?<\/em><\/p>\n

I think I’ve hit my head on the wheel.<\/em><\/p>\n

I shot back at them. Did I hit the glass, instead?<\/em><\/p>\n

Jeez, my head aches like a bitch.<\/em><\/p>\n

Damn! My wheels are covered with rust.<\/em><\/p>\n

How’s that even possible when I spent half my paycheck for the damn Magnum 500 chrome set. They came with a life-time warranty. I’m gonna get my money back.<\/em><\/p>\n

How come there’s rust on the ground?<\/em><\/p>\n

Rust is<\/b> red but not this red.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Holy cow! It’s blood. Whose blood?<\/em><\/p>\n

Shit!<\/em><\/p>\n

They were shooting at us. They were shooting at Hutch! Good thing I didn’t get down.<\/em><\/p>\n

Blondie’s gonna be mad at me. There’d be hell to pay when we get home tonight. He’s gonna have my hide for not following procedure!<\/em><\/p>\n

But where’s Hutch?<\/em><\/p>\n

HUUUUTCH? <\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

Blood– Is this Hutch’s blood? <\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

No, no, noooo. They’ve got him. He’s hurt.<\/em><\/p>\n

Where the hell are you? <\/em>Talk to me.<\/em> <\/b><\/p>\n

Hutch has gotten shot and I can’t even get up to go look for him. Damn head hurts like hell and I can’t feel my legs. How hard did I fall against the wheel?<\/em><\/p>\n

I’m coming, buddy. Just hold on.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hutch?<\/em> <\/b><\/p>\n

Answer me, partner!<\/em><\/p>\n

Talk to me, you bastard!<\/em><\/p>\n

Hutch! Huuuuutch!<\/em> <\/b><\/p>\n

I can’t hold on for any long. It’s getting dark\u2026 cold. Why can’t I breathe?<\/em><\/p>\n

What’s happening?<\/em><\/p>\n

Hutch! <\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

Hutch?<\/em> <\/b><\/p>\n

Hutch.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Hutch’s dead\u2026 because I couldn’t get to him. Those men, got to be hit men. Whoever they were, they got him.<\/p>\n

And I am still here.<\/p>\n

Not for long.<\/p>\n

I have to find Hutch. What the fuck am I doing in a hospital? All bandaged up, with all those tubes. Gah! <\/i><\/p>\n

Wait!<\/p>\n

If I am on the bed, down there<\/i>, how could I also be sitting all the way up here<\/i>, on a floating bench?<\/p>\n

If Hutch was alive, and I’m in a hospital, he would’ve been right beside my bed. He’s nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n

Why?<\/p>\n

Hutch is dead! That’s why! <\/i><\/p>\n

I’ve got get out of here. I need to go find Hutch. He has to be somewhere around here\u2026 sitting on another bench waiting for me.<\/p>\n

Whoa! What’s this? <\/i><\/p>\n

This ain’t the hospital. Looks like a big empty mansion. How did I come here and why? Not that I’m complaining. I just wanna know whether I’m dreamin’ or if this is for real?<\/p>\n

Helloooooo! Anybody hear me? <\/b><\/p>\n

Lots’a white bundles all over the place. Looks just like Eskimo igloos, ‘cept these are smaller, nicer, and everywhere.<\/p>\n

Feels good. It’s kind’a peaceful, calm and quiet. No bleepin’ machines, no chaos; far away from the frickin’ hospital smell. I’ll never go there again. No reason to– Hutch ain’t there anymore.<\/p>\n

He’s gone. I can’t go back because I failed my partner<\/i>, and now he’s dead.<\/p>\n

What kind of walls are these\u2014white marble? Why can’t I feel it?<\/p>\n

Where the hell are my arms? <\/i><\/p>\n

What the fuck– Where’s my body?<\/i> If my body ain’t here with me, how am I moving? If I don\u2019t have my body, how am I thinking? If I don’t have eyes, how can I see?<\/p>\n

Are you sure you are moving? <\/b><\/p>\n

Wha– Who’s that? <\/i><\/p>\n

Good question. But the most important one is, what are you doing here? <\/b><\/p>\n

I just kind’a stumbled upon this place. Looks nice. Can I stay here?<\/p>\n

It’s not your time, yet. Like you said, you just stumbled upon the place. <\/b><\/p>\n

There’s nothing for me to go back to.<\/p>\n

Are you sure? <\/b><\/p>\n

If I’m talking to someone here, why can’t I see you? Are you hiding somewhere?<\/p>\n

You aren’t really talking to a person. <\/b><\/p>\n

Now\u2026 I know this is weird, even for me. I do have a colorful imagination, but this’s too much. I don’t really have a body. So\u2026 I can’t be talking\u2014right? But then how are my questions being answered? Whoever that’s talking to me, I don\u2019t hear you, but I understand you. It’s like\u2026 answers just float into me. Knowledge seems to come to me whenever I think of a question. So\u2026 does that mean you are the universe?<\/p>\n

Seems like you are not just brawn after all. <\/b><\/p>\n

Tell that to my partner. Have you seen him around here?<\/p>\n

I see everyone. Everywhere. <\/b><\/p>\n

What are these white thingies?<\/p>\n

They were once like you, but now they’re waiting. <\/b><\/p>\n

For what?<\/p>\n

Until they can move on to their next destination. <\/b><\/p>\n

Like me?<\/p>\n

You have to go back. <\/b><\/p>\n

There’s nothing for me to go back to. Hutch is dead.<\/p>\n

How do you know? <\/b><\/p>\n

He isn’t where he’s supposed to be.<\/p>\n

And you think you are? <\/b><\/p>\n

I am here. Ain’t I? Where else should I be?<\/p>\n

Do you want to stay here? <\/b><\/p>\n

I have to find my partner. I can’t stay or move on or do anything until I find him. Where the hell is Hutch? <\/i><\/p>\n

\"Christmas_Ornaments_Border_by_mickeyd600\"<\/a><\/i><\/p>\n

What the\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n

How did I get back to the hospital? Where’s the white marble mansion? Does this mean that I only have to think where I have to be, and I get transported, automatically?<\/p>\n

Cool! <\/i><\/p>\n

‘Cept, I still can\u2019t see Hutch.<\/p>\n

Jesus Christ! What the fuck are they doing to me? Shocking my heart?<\/i><\/p>\n

Am I dead? Of course, I am dead.<\/i> I decided to not go back.<\/p>\n

Hutch isn’t there anymore. There’s no one for me to go back to. I need to get to the marble palace. I might get answers from Mr. Universe.<\/i><\/p>\n

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This is getting easier. I think I’m getting the hang of it.<\/p>\n

You are back. <\/b><\/p>\n

I’m dead. I should be here. Why else<\/i> am I here? Why isn’t Hutch here?<\/p>\n

Should he be here? <\/b><\/p>\n

If this is kind’a crossroad we have to be in, before moving on, Hutch would be here for me. He wouldn’t leave.<\/p>\n

You have your answer. <\/b><\/p>\n

He didn’t die. Is that what you’re tryin’ to tell me? Or has he moved on without waiting for me? No.<\/i> Hutch wouldn\u2019t do that. Would he?<\/i><\/p>\n

That’s for you to find out. And remember\u2026 If you truly want to, you can stay here. <\/b><\/p>\n

I have to find Hutch. Why can’t you understand that?<\/i> He’s somewhere in the hospital. I need to go there. I need to find him.<\/p>\n

\"Christmas_Ornaments_Border_by_mickeyd600\"<\/a>I’m sick of going back and forth. <\/i><\/p>\n

I know and I feel that the dimension of time is very different wherever I am right now. Minutes, seconds doesn\u2019t mean a thing. For all I know, all of this may have happened in less than a second.<\/p>\n

Everyone’s staring at my body. Dobey, Huggy, and the whole precinct are watching my last moments.<\/p>\n

Hutch? I can see Hutch! <\/b> Running<\/i>\u2026 he’s running\u2026 he thinks it’s too late. I can\u2026 I can feel him. His heart is beating wildly in a state of a despair. He thinks he’s lost me.<\/p>\n

Ah, Hutch! Don\u2019t go there. Not on another guilt trip. It’s not your fault.<\/p>\n

God! Please\u2026 don’t do this to him. Please\u2026 he’s lost.<\/p>\n

Guilt and grief will bury him alive in a sea of hopelessness. He keeps on seeing me being gunned down. It’s playing over and over in his head like a looped film reel. Anger and darkness is taking over his soul. No\u2026 no! Don’t! <\/i><\/p>\n

It’s him against everyone else. He’s sinking fast and furiously. If I don’t get back to him, a whole lotta dead bodies are gonna get piled up in the morgue.<\/p>\n

I have to get back into my body before it’s too late. I only have to think of it\u2014right?<\/p>\n

My body — my body — my body. Take me back to my body.<\/i><\/p>\n

\"Christmas_Ornaments_Border_by_mickeyd600\"<\/a> <\/i><\/p>\n

Shit!<\/p>\n

I’m back in the white room. This ain’t where I wanna be.<\/p>\n

It’s not your time to go back, either. <\/b><\/p>\n

You told me earlier that I have<\/i> to go back. And I want to<\/i> because Hutch is over there. He is alive.<\/p>\n

Yes, but not before you know what you are truly going back to. I’m giving you a choice. I can show you what you’d have to tolerate; I can show you the pain you’d have to endure, if you return. <\/b><\/p>\n

Pain?<\/p>\n

Yes\u2026 endless hours of therapy and hospital visits, dependence on others for the seemingly simplest tasks, a bleak future that can’t be ignored, where uncertainty is the only thing that’s certain. <\/b><\/p>\n

What — How’s this \u2013 Pain\u2026 How can I feel it when I don\u2019t have a body? <\/i><\/p>\n

Stop.<\/p>\n

STOP! <\/i><\/p>\n

I can’t breathe, I can’t\u2026 I can’t even think. This is worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s a million times worse than the stomach ache I got after eatin’ Aunt Rosa’s chicken soup. Even what Bellamy’s poison did to me was a park in the walk\u2026 I mean– walk in the park, compared to\u2026 Aarrghh! Stop this! <\/i><\/p>\n

This is what you’d be going back to. <\/b><\/p>\n

Stop it. Stop<\/i>. I can’t go through this.<\/p>\n

You felt only one tenth of one percent of what you’d have to face, if you go back. <\/b><\/p>\n

IF<\/i> I decide to go back? You don\u2019t get it do you? There’s no IF<\/i> here. I AM GOING BACK.<\/p>\n

Why? <\/b><\/p>\n

This’s nuthin’<\/i>. This’s nuthin’ compared to what Hutch’d suffer if I’m not with him.<\/p>\n

You still want to go, despite what I have shown how and what it could be like for you? <\/b><\/p>\n

I can suffer anything and everything. If I don’t go back, Hutch\u2026 he’ll never be the same again. Don’t you understand? I want<\/i> to be with<\/i> him. I belong– with him– to him.<\/p>\n

You are sacrificing your eternal happiness for a life full of pain, dread, frustration, and uncertainty. <\/b><\/p>\n

I want to be with Hutch. He needs me. <\/i> I need him. This cannot be the last memory he has of me. It’s gonna kill him.<\/p>\n

So be it. However, before you leave, I have one more question for you. <\/b><\/p>\n

T’rrific. Do we have to do this now? I’m dyin’ there for all I know.<\/p>\n

If there’s one thing that you’d want to have, one thing that you’d wish for, what would that be? <\/b><\/p>\n

There are lots’a things I can wish for. I can give you a list of hundred.<\/p>\n

Give me what you want the most. <\/b><\/p>\n

There’s this one thing that I wish didn\u2019t happen. Hutch — he was kidnapped one time, and drugged. I want that to not<\/b><\/i> have happened.<\/p>\n

Ah! I think you misunderstood. The past cannot be changed. What’s been done cannot be undone, but the future is in your hands. <\/b><\/p>\n

What now\u2026 you turned into a genie or somethin’? Are you gonna grant me a wish?<\/p>\n

I might. <\/b><\/p>\n

Thought you were the universe. Don’t you know what I’d want?<\/p>\n

That’s what I was afraid of. Why does it have to be all about him? <\/b><\/p>\n

\"Christmas_Ornaments_Border_by_mickeyd600\"<\/a>To be continued…<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\"Undying-Love-Pt-1\"<\/a>Click here to read Part 2.<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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