How Many Miracles . . .
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Adult ++
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5
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Chapter 5
It was with an esoteric sense of disbelief, that he dimly heard his name called in what sounded like Captain Dobey’s voice. He shook his head and hit his ear against his palm, sure he was going crazy, or at the least, imagining things, but then heard it again. Gingerly, he lay Hutch down, and stumbled over to the hole.
"Captain!" He screamed. "Is that you?!"
"Starsky!" He dimly heard Dobey's voice and Starsky cheered and jumped, then ran to Hutch.
"C’mon, man! Don't give up, Hutch! They found us!" He dashed back to the hole. "Captain! You gotta’ get us out of here! Hutch's been poisoned!"
"I know! We got the guy who did it! He got drunk in a bar and told everyone in the entire damned bar what he did! It was in Huggy’s of all places, the damned idiot! However, we’ll need about fifteen more minutes to dig you out!” The big man’s voice shouted back. “We've got the antidote . . . "
"Hutch don't have fifteen minutes!” Starsky looked over at the unconscious man. “You’ve gotta’ send the antidote down now, and I’ll give it to him myself!”
"The hole's blocked with mud!" Dobey’s voice shouted back, and Starsky almost stomped in his impatience and desperation.
"Get it unblocked then!" He almost flew back over to Hutch and gently slapped the blond man’s face until he cracked open his eyes.
“C’mon, Hutch. We got a chance, man! They found us, and if you die on me now, I swear to you, I’ll never forgive you!”
“Tryin’ . . . Stars,” Hutch slurred, but his entire body trembled in Starsky’s arms, and the smaller man clutched the body of his friend . . .no, not just his friend . . .his lover, and together they listened as the sounds of muted digging came to them from the air pipe. “But . . .so . . .cold now. Weak.”
A moment later, a thick clod of mud splashed into the bottom of the tanker, and as it did, Hutch’s eyes closed, and he slowly slid out of Starsky’s arms.
Starsky jumped up and dashed back over to the hole. “Captain, damn it! Get that antidote down here, NOW!" Starsky ran frantically back to Hutch and shook his shoulders desperately. "No! Hutch! Don't you dare do this to me!” He sat Hutch up and stroked his face as he sobbed desperately. "Hutch, please. Oh gods, please. Please don't leave me. Not when we're so close. Wake up, babe. Please."
"The antidote’s on the way down!” Captain Dobey shouted. “Make sure he swallows it all!"
Starsky dashed over to the hole just as a small vial tied to a string slid through. Starsky's hands shook so badly that he almost couldn't get the vial off the string, but he forced himself to calm just enough to be able to hold onto the very small, unbelievably small, lifeline that held his entire future. When he finally had the vial, he returned to Hutch and gently lifted his head. The blue eyes fluttered and opened slightly, and Hutch sighed as Starsky uncorked the vial.
"Starsky . . . " Hutch whispered. "Can't . . . move. Can’t see . . ."
“It’s all right, Hutch. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you. I promised you that, and I ain’t one to break my promise, and man, do you need taking care of," Starsky joked, somewhat hysterically, and tipped Hutch’s head back, then poured the contents of the vial into Hutch's mouth. The liquid slowly ran down Hutch's unresisting throat, and a few minutes later, he choked violently as his body convulsed.
Desperately, Starsky clutched the convulsing man tightly against his shaky body, and after what seemed like hours, though in reality had been a mere couple minutes, the convulsions stopped. A few seconds later, Hutch’s shallow, ragged breathing deepened, though remained ragged, and Starsky gently stroked his fingers over Hutch’s pale jaw line.
“Hutch?” He asked fearfully as a long sigh left the tall, weakened man. “C’mon, Babe. Show me you’re still with me.”
Slowly, Hutch’s eyes opened and Starsky was extremely relieved to see that they were clear and somewhat alert, though they drooped with exhaustion. Gratefully, he wrapped his arms around his lover’s chest, and Hutch wound his legs under, then over Starsky's, and covered the other man's hands with his own.
"Starsk," Hutch whispered a moment later as the sound of engines and digging came to them through the hole.
"Yeah partner . . .Lover," Starsky grinned, and Hutch’s smile was bright, though weak, and he lightly kissed Starsky's neck. "How many miracles you think we got left to us?"
"Well, let’s see,” Starsky grinned almost giddily as he laid his head against the soft, blond hair. “How much do you love me?" He asked.
"As much as you do me," Hutch answered as his lips turned upward in a slow smile.
"Then, we have as many miracles for however long forever lasts," Starsky kissed Hutch's forehead and the two listened as their Captain and their friends once again came to the rescue.
THE END
"Captain!" He screamed. "Is that you?!"
"Starsky!" He dimly heard Dobey's voice and Starsky cheered and jumped, then ran to Hutch.
"C’mon, man! Don't give up, Hutch! They found us!" He dashed back to the hole. "Captain! You gotta’ get us out of here! Hutch's been poisoned!"
"I know! We got the guy who did it! He got drunk in a bar and told everyone in the entire damned bar what he did! It was in Huggy’s of all places, the damned idiot! However, we’ll need about fifteen more minutes to dig you out!” The big man’s voice shouted back. “We've got the antidote . . . "
"Hutch don't have fifteen minutes!” Starsky looked over at the unconscious man. “You’ve gotta’ send the antidote down now, and I’ll give it to him myself!”
"The hole's blocked with mud!" Dobey’s voice shouted back, and Starsky almost stomped in his impatience and desperation.
"Get it unblocked then!" He almost flew back over to Hutch and gently slapped the blond man’s face until he cracked open his eyes.
“C’mon, Hutch. We got a chance, man! They found us, and if you die on me now, I swear to you, I’ll never forgive you!”
“Tryin’ . . . Stars,” Hutch slurred, but his entire body trembled in Starsky’s arms, and the smaller man clutched the body of his friend . . .no, not just his friend . . .his lover, and together they listened as the sounds of muted digging came to them from the air pipe. “But . . .so . . .cold now. Weak.”
A moment later, a thick clod of mud splashed into the bottom of the tanker, and as it did, Hutch’s eyes closed, and he slowly slid out of Starsky’s arms.
Starsky jumped up and dashed back over to the hole. “Captain, damn it! Get that antidote down here, NOW!" Starsky ran frantically back to Hutch and shook his shoulders desperately. "No! Hutch! Don't you dare do this to me!” He sat Hutch up and stroked his face as he sobbed desperately. "Hutch, please. Oh gods, please. Please don't leave me. Not when we're so close. Wake up, babe. Please."
"The antidote’s on the way down!” Captain Dobey shouted. “Make sure he swallows it all!"
Starsky dashed over to the hole just as a small vial tied to a string slid through. Starsky's hands shook so badly that he almost couldn't get the vial off the string, but he forced himself to calm just enough to be able to hold onto the very small, unbelievably small, lifeline that held his entire future. When he finally had the vial, he returned to Hutch and gently lifted his head. The blue eyes fluttered and opened slightly, and Hutch sighed as Starsky uncorked the vial.
"Starsky . . . " Hutch whispered. "Can't . . . move. Can’t see . . ."
“It’s all right, Hutch. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you. I promised you that, and I ain’t one to break my promise, and man, do you need taking care of," Starsky joked, somewhat hysterically, and tipped Hutch’s head back, then poured the contents of the vial into Hutch's mouth. The liquid slowly ran down Hutch's unresisting throat, and a few minutes later, he choked violently as his body convulsed.
Desperately, Starsky clutched the convulsing man tightly against his shaky body, and after what seemed like hours, though in reality had been a mere couple minutes, the convulsions stopped. A few seconds later, Hutch’s shallow, ragged breathing deepened, though remained ragged, and Starsky gently stroked his fingers over Hutch’s pale jaw line.
“Hutch?” He asked fearfully as a long sigh left the tall, weakened man. “C’mon, Babe. Show me you’re still with me.”
Slowly, Hutch’s eyes opened and Starsky was extremely relieved to see that they were clear and somewhat alert, though they drooped with exhaustion. Gratefully, he wrapped his arms around his lover’s chest, and Hutch wound his legs under, then over Starsky's, and covered the other man's hands with his own.
"Starsk," Hutch whispered a moment later as the sound of engines and digging came to them through the hole.
"Yeah partner . . .Lover," Starsky grinned, and Hutch’s smile was bright, though weak, and he lightly kissed Starsky's neck. "How many miracles you think we got left to us?"
"Well, let’s see,” Starsky grinned almost giddily as he laid his head against the soft, blond hair. “How much do you love me?" He asked.
"As much as you do me," Hutch answered as his lips turned upward in a slow smile.
"Then, we have as many miracles for however long forever lasts," Starsky kissed Hutch's forehead and the two listened as their Captain and their friends once again came to the rescue.
THE END