Right click here and save as for the
About These Transcripts file in PDF format.
Right click here and save as for the
About These Transcripts file in RTF format.
Right click here and save as for
Sweet Revenge transcript in PDF format.
Right click here and save as for
Sweet Revenge transcript in RTF format.
Click on the image to view it larger.
Normally, we ask that all gifts to the calendar be new and unpublished elsewhere, however, with the completion of Mortmere’s Rainbow Series with this year’s gift (All I See Is You), Mortmere has offered us a chance to display the entire series. Being able to view the entire series in one place seemed a worthwhile exception to our rule. You can see the individual pieces on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/711396.
Click on the image to view it larger.
Artist’s Note: It took me nearly four years to finish my Rainbow series, so I’m very happy to finally offer you the last part, plus the complete series as a rainbow banner. After noticing that there’s hardly any eye contact between our guys in the first five parts, I made this last piece all about that; the title, All I See Is You comes from Stan Rogers’s beautiful song “Forty-Five Years” (https://youtu.be/1Zg2sniQ0Ss), and hey, isn’t that fitting, 2020 being Starsky & Hutch‘s 45th anniversary?
I’ve always considered myself to be an observant person. My husband is a captain with the Bay City Police Department and, bless his heart, he often tells me I’d make a good detective.
But not as good, apparently, as someone else in my family…
It was early December 1975, and I was getting ready to take my six-year-old daughter to the mall to see Santa.
“Do you know what you’re going to ask for this year, Rosie?” Continue reading “December 23rd- Detective Dobey by m. butterfly”
Author’s Note: Part II of The Plague from an outsider’s viewpoint. This piece was inspired by the 9/25/20 Friday Fiction Prompt on the Starsky&Hutch Fans&FanFiction FaceBook page. The prompt sentence is underlined, below.
I’d never felt more helpless or useless, two things I didn’t like at all. My life had been dedicated to being in control — of everything and everyone — at all times. But ever since Captain Harold Dobey called and told me and my wife that our son could be dying, I’d been completely out of my depth.
I had refused to allow Margaret to accompany me but caught the first flight and had spent the last few days at Lincoln Hospital, not bothering to check into a hotel. I’d not spoken to anyone in authority, or made demands of the staff, as I would normally have done. I had such a sense of impotence, I attempted to remain invisible. Instead of threatening, verbally abusing those who were busily going about their jobs, or insisting on information they may not have had, I mingled with the families of others struck down by some sort of… plague. How such a thing could happen, in this day and age of miracle drugs, was something I couldn’t comprehend. Why was Kenneth in critical condition in an isolation ward? Continue reading “December 21st- Watching Events Unfold by DPPatricks”
