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Starsky had never skied until he was an adult, but once he did start, he rapidly got very good at it. That was what made it so surprising when he fell on the slope and broke his wrist.

Luckily it was his right wrist, not his left, and it was a simple break, nothing complicated, so it only required a cast and sling, and it would be all right after six weeks. But he was annoyed, and Hutch was, of course, very concerned and protective.

The doctor told him to stay home from work for a week afterward, and gave him painkillers to take, which it turned out he didn’t really even need. Since they were living together as lovers, and Starsky was at that time working on cold cases, (while Hutch was waiting on the results of the Lieutenant’s exam) staying home from work didn’t bother him too much. Until he got bored, which was around the second day. Continue reading “December 21st: A Cast of One by Silver-Chipmunk”

Hutch glanced into the family room, where his small son was lying on the floor under the Christmas tree, reading aloud to a patient black and white dog. Smiling, he pulled the door closed, and turned to his partner.

“I guess so Viking’s more or less finished teaching Zac to read, don’t you? How are you doing?”

“Man, look at the time-we got to get going!”

“Starsky, you’re not going to be able to…”

“I can do it, I can do it!” Starsky struggled up, then swore as he put his bandaged foot to the floor, and dropped back in the couch. “I can’t do it. Pass me the phone, will you?” Continue reading “December 24th: He Never Was Very Good At Math by Curlew”

Post Sweet Revenge

Author’s Note: Thanks to MatSir for her once-over

Starsky watched every single move Hutch made as he packed his duffle bag with the last of his clothes. Watched with trepidation… hopelessness… fear. He came close to upchucking the acid lake in his stomach when he saw and heard the zipper close.

“There! All packed except for the usual change of clothes,” Hutch said a lot more cheerfully than Starsky cared for. Continue reading “December 18th: Stay by M H E Priest”

Tag to Starsky’s Lady

Author’s Note: Thanks to MatSir for the suggestions.

A few hours after partaking of Huggy’s “patented” hangover cure, Starsky and I were finally out of the grunting and stumbling stage and began putting the Monopoly game back in its box.

Knowing it would never be a good time to ask this particular question, I did so anyway. “So, Starsk, did you ever ask Terry to marry you?”

He stopped separating the money into piles. “Yeah, I did, right before she was discharged.” He returned to his task, never once looking at me.

“You wanna talk about it, buddy?”

He finally looked at me, shot me his apologetic smile. “Yeah, I do. Sorry I never told you before. Guess I was still kinda… shocked.” Continue reading “December 8th: The Answer by M H E Priest”

December 20

Hutch hated everything about Christmas — including surprises of any kind.

He’d just finished blending his breakfast concoction when someone knocked. He assumed it was his better half, who must have had the traffic fairies on his side for a change.

“It’s not locked, Starsk. C’mon in.”

When Starsky didn’t burst in right away, Hutch headed for the door to investigate. But he didn’t open it.

“It’s too early to be pulling one of your stupid stunts, if that’s what you’re doing,” he warned. “Starsky?”

Silence was the only answer he got.

It then occurred to him that he hadn’t heard the red and white clown car pull up to the curb in front of the building. Now in full detective mode, Hutch slowly drew his weapon and eased the door open. Continue reading “December 23rd: A Holiday Mystery by m. butterfly”