There's No Place Like Home
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rec50Claim: Starsky & Hutch (TV) – general
Prompt: #13 established relationship
Title: There's No Place Like Home
Author: The Muse
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Brief summary: If you like post-SR stories, when they still are cops – though in a slightly different way – this story is for you. Hutch here is perfect with all his flaws, fears and hopes.
Link: http://www.trail-of-the-muse.com/no_place.htm
Excerpt:
"No." A guttural croak. "No, please, no." Then he was on his knees, his pants soaking up the blood. The figure, so still — deathly still — hung limp when he pulled it up into his arms, remained limp when his trembling fingers checked pulse, heartbeat, breathing.... Nothing.
"No!" He shouted denial into the heavens, screamed heartache and grief to the uncaring moon.
"No! I lost him... again. Oh, God, I lost him again!" Tears, hot and acrid, welled over, falling down cheeks gone numb. He bugged his friend close, crying openly into the dark hair and pouring out thirty-five years worth of anguish and loss and sorrow.
A long time later the tears ceased, well-springs emptied. A numbness descended like a warm cocoon, drawing light, gentle bands around his mind, shutting off pain, soothing away hurt.
Prompt: #13 established relationship
Title: There's No Place Like Home
Author: The Muse
Rating: PG-13
Length: long
Brief summary: If you like post-SR stories, when they still are cops – though in a slightly different way – this story is for you. Hutch here is perfect with all his flaws, fears and hopes.
Link: http://www.trail-of-the-muse.com/no_place.htm
Excerpt:
"No." A guttural croak. "No, please, no." Then he was on his knees, his pants soaking up the blood. The figure, so still — deathly still — hung limp when he pulled it up into his arms, remained limp when his trembling fingers checked pulse, heartbeat, breathing.... Nothing.
"No!" He shouted denial into the heavens, screamed heartache and grief to the uncaring moon.
"No! I lost him... again. Oh, God, I lost him again!" Tears, hot and acrid, welled over, falling down cheeks gone numb. He bugged his friend close, crying openly into the dark hair and pouring out thirty-five years worth of anguish and loss and sorrow.
A long time later the tears ceased, well-springs emptied. A numbness descended like a warm cocoon, drawing light, gentle bands around his mind, shutting off pain, soothing away hurt.
