December 21st: A Cast of One by Silver-Chipmunk

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”

December 24th: He Never Was Very Good At Math by Curlew

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”