My Boys
So I was thinking about how I came to this fandom and how it felt like such a natural fit for me. Liking Starsky and Hutch, that is. Cute cops, some humor, angst, close friendship that occasionally gets a little mushy… :)
I got interested in the show, outwardly, after my TV show, the American version of Life On Mars, got cancelled and I missed the 70s and policemen and time travel so much it was like an ache in my chest. I watched the Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson movie (because it was set in the 70s and had cops, if not time travel), and after that, of course, I discovered the original boys. :)
But inwardly, I’ve been interested in this type of thing for a very long time. When I was younger, I wrote a whole series of stories about these two private detectives named Baxter and Patton. Baxter was the one I liked. He had a whole angsty past, he was tough but sensitive, tight-lipped, but for all that, he ended up breaking down and almost crying a lot, and sometimes I just wanted to hug him. I made him suffer, poor guy. Something was always going on with him, whether it was chasing aliens, or accidentally discovering the parents who abandoned him. Yeah.
Patton was his best friend and partner-a taller, light-haired, rather sensitive and kind man. They looked after each other and had lots of either angsty or humorous adventures. Man, I wrote about both of those guys (or sometimes just Baxter) for years-wrote AUs, too, although I didn’t think of it that way then. Just…fitting them into different universe slots. Our universe, or a dark and angsty noir sort of sf world…etc.
I finally tried to give Baxter a happy ending by letting him marry Patton’s pretty sister. But I never liked her very much…I just thought it was about time he found some happiness, so I made him sappily in love with her.
Patton was never very miserable, so he didn’t need as much of a happy ending. I just gave him a girlfriend. But my brother said she was kind of slutty… XD (My brother used to read some of my stories, and was a far more tactful critic than I had any right to expect. I don’t think he even used the word ‘slutty.’)
But the way I best remember the boys is when they’re saving each others’ lives, or experiencing some sort of angst.
I would probably writhe in embarrassment reading most of my stories about Baxter and Patton now-when I wasn’t grinning a huge, nostalgic grin. But it’s fun remembering my boys, anyway.
I got interested in the show, outwardly, after my TV show, the American version of Life On Mars, got cancelled and I missed the 70s and policemen and time travel so much it was like an ache in my chest. I watched the Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson movie (because it was set in the 70s and had cops, if not time travel), and after that, of course, I discovered the original boys. :)
But inwardly, I’ve been interested in this type of thing for a very long time. When I was younger, I wrote a whole series of stories about these two private detectives named Baxter and Patton. Baxter was the one I liked. He had a whole angsty past, he was tough but sensitive, tight-lipped, but for all that, he ended up breaking down and almost crying a lot, and sometimes I just wanted to hug him. I made him suffer, poor guy. Something was always going on with him, whether it was chasing aliens, or accidentally discovering the parents who abandoned him. Yeah.
Patton was his best friend and partner-a taller, light-haired, rather sensitive and kind man. They looked after each other and had lots of either angsty or humorous adventures. Man, I wrote about both of those guys (or sometimes just Baxter) for years-wrote AUs, too, although I didn’t think of it that way then. Just…fitting them into different universe slots. Our universe, or a dark and angsty noir sort of sf world…etc.
I finally tried to give Baxter a happy ending by letting him marry Patton’s pretty sister. But I never liked her very much…I just thought it was about time he found some happiness, so I made him sappily in love with her.
Patton was never very miserable, so he didn’t need as much of a happy ending. I just gave him a girlfriend. But my brother said she was kind of slutty… XD (My brother used to read some of my stories, and was a far more tactful critic than I had any right to expect. I don’t think he even used the word ‘slutty.’)
But the way I best remember the boys is when they’re saving each others’ lives, or experiencing some sort of angst.
I would probably writhe in embarrassment reading most of my stories about Baxter and Patton now-when I wasn’t grinning a huge, nostalgic grin. But it’s fun remembering my boys, anyway.