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Revelations
Complete And Total Fantasy
Starsky And Hutch
Revelations
(SLASH)
By Rose O’ Sharon
Started: March 15th, 2001
Completed: April 1st, 2001
Rewritten: April 13th, 2008 -
He was so out of it, it was almost funny – if you hadn’t known the reason for it, I mean. He’d been captured by some lowlife that wanted information, and didn’t care how he got it, so he’d shot up my partner with Sodium Pentothal and grilled him that way.
The thing about Hutch is that if he has something to say that he doesn’t want to say, almost nothing can get it out of him. So, they’d had to use a pretty big dose, and he was off and running on topics that not only had the lowlife never heard of, it was nothing he’d wanted to hear.
Huggy and Dobey’d rescued us, and between the three of us, we’d gotten him to the hospital, though he hadn‘t shut up the entire way there. They’d given the Blond Blintz a clean bill of health and told me to take him home to rest and sleep off the effects of the drug.
He hadn’t shut up the entire way home, either.
I got his socks and shoes off, not in that order, and got him into his bed, and as I watched him, I got the craziest idea. He was too far gone to remember, and I wanted to play with my best friend a bit.
I absolutely couldn’t resist.
I wonder if I’d known where it was going to lead, I would have been better to keep my mouth shut, but then I doubt it. That wouldn’t’a been me, and I would’a missed one of the best things in my life.
But, let me explain.
As I said, I had the craziest idea, and I leaned over my partner’s prone form. “Hey Hutch.” I watched as he opened his eyes with that drugged, glazed, deer-in-a-headlight look, and he sighed.
“More questions?” He almost whined, and I fought the urge to laugh.
“Just one.” I assured him and he smiled.
“Oh good. I hate questions. I’ve always hated questions. Questions need answers and sometimes there just aren’t any answers. Don’t like questions without answers.”
Hmm. That was a part of him I didn’t know. However, that wasn’t what I’d wanted to know, either.
“This is a simple question.”
At least, I thought it was a simple question. Somehow I should’a known better. Nothin’ with Hutch was ever simple.
“What do you think of your partner, Starsky?”
The silence in the room could’a been cut with a knife, and I was shocked as the pained expression that I’d learned over the course of Hutch’s enforced interrogation meant that he’d been asked a question he didn’t want to answer, crossed his face. There was no ‘he’s a great guy’, no ‘I’d give my life for him’.
There was nothin’.
“Detective Hutchinson.” I sharpened my voice and made authoritative, as they had when they’d questioned him and he’d not answered, and pressed him. “What do you think of your partner, Starsky?”
He struggled not to answer, and I watched it as a cold feeling twisted in my gut every time his gaze shifted and his hands clenched, but finally the drug forced him to answer.
And man, what an answer it was!
“He’s beautiful.”
That was not what I’d expected to hear and I felt sure he was pulling my leg about still being under the influence of the drug. However, I looked into his eyes, and I knew there was no way he could fake that dead-eyed stare.
“You think Starsky’s beautiful?”
“Yes.” The admission was pulled from him and his eyes filled with tears.
I wanted to stop ‘cause I knew I was hurtin’ him, but in for a penny, in for a pound as my Grandmother would say, so I forged on.
Starsky And Hutch
Revelations
(SLASH)
By Rose O’ Sharon
Started: March 15th, 2001
Completed: April 1st, 2001
Rewritten: April 13th, 2008 -
He was so out of it, it was almost funny – if you hadn’t known the reason for it, I mean. He’d been captured by some lowlife that wanted information, and didn’t care how he got it, so he’d shot up my partner with Sodium Pentothal and grilled him that way.
The thing about Hutch is that if he has something to say that he doesn’t want to say, almost nothing can get it out of him. So, they’d had to use a pretty big dose, and he was off and running on topics that not only had the lowlife never heard of, it was nothing he’d wanted to hear.
Huggy and Dobey’d rescued us, and between the three of us, we’d gotten him to the hospital, though he hadn‘t shut up the entire way there. They’d given the Blond Blintz a clean bill of health and told me to take him home to rest and sleep off the effects of the drug.
He hadn’t shut up the entire way home, either.
I got his socks and shoes off, not in that order, and got him into his bed, and as I watched him, I got the craziest idea. He was too far gone to remember, and I wanted to play with my best friend a bit.
I absolutely couldn’t resist.
I wonder if I’d known where it was going to lead, I would have been better to keep my mouth shut, but then I doubt it. That wouldn’t’a been me, and I would’a missed one of the best things in my life.
But, let me explain.
As I said, I had the craziest idea, and I leaned over my partner’s prone form. “Hey Hutch.” I watched as he opened his eyes with that drugged, glazed, deer-in-a-headlight look, and he sighed.
“More questions?” He almost whined, and I fought the urge to laugh.
“Just one.” I assured him and he smiled.
“Oh good. I hate questions. I’ve always hated questions. Questions need answers and sometimes there just aren’t any answers. Don’t like questions without answers.”
Hmm. That was a part of him I didn’t know. However, that wasn’t what I’d wanted to know, either.
“This is a simple question.”
At least, I thought it was a simple question. Somehow I should’a known better. Nothin’ with Hutch was ever simple.
“What do you think of your partner, Starsky?”
The silence in the room could’a been cut with a knife, and I was shocked as the pained expression that I’d learned over the course of Hutch’s enforced interrogation meant that he’d been asked a question he didn’t want to answer, crossed his face. There was no ‘he’s a great guy’, no ‘I’d give my life for him’.
There was nothin’.
“Detective Hutchinson.” I sharpened my voice and made authoritative, as they had when they’d questioned him and he’d not answered, and pressed him. “What do you think of your partner, Starsky?”
He struggled not to answer, and I watched it as a cold feeling twisted in my gut every time his gaze shifted and his hands clenched, but finally the drug forced him to answer.
And man, what an answer it was!
“He’s beautiful.”
That was not what I’d expected to hear and I felt sure he was pulling my leg about still being under the influence of the drug. However, I looked into his eyes, and I knew there was no way he could fake that dead-eyed stare.
“You think Starsky’s beautiful?”
“Yes.” The admission was pulled from him and his eyes filled with tears.
I wanted to stop ‘cause I knew I was hurtin’ him, but in for a penny, in for a pound as my Grandmother would say, so I forged on.