This is a episode tag to A Coffin For Starsky. Just a little piece of fluff.
About 5,000 words.
Slash, PG rated, more or less.

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The paramedic patched up Chris Parker and the police took him away, still silent. Thornton followed them into town after thanking Starsky (and Hutch, although the latter hardly noticed) and telling them he’d let them know as soon as he learned anything.

Starsky then prodded the paramedic to check out Hutch, while he hovered worriedly behind him. ( Read more... )

Hutch started awake to the sharp rap of knuckles on the door of the suite. Blinking away the stupor of deep sleep, he tried to push himself upright, but a dead weight across his chest held him down. A dead weight that was warm and breathing. And smelled like sweaty Starsky.

Grinning, Hutch gently pushed his softly snoring partner onto his back while ( Read more... )

Hutch sank up to his chin in the hot foaming water and hooked his arms along the side of the hot tub, closing his eyes with another in what seemed to be an endless string of sighs. He’d be sore tomorrow from that tumble down the hill - not to mention the chunk of shoulder meat the bullet had gouged out of him - but the tub should help prevent the ( Read more... )

Title: Fevered
Summary: Hutch goes back to the disco for something, and finds something else. 
Episode related: It's a sort of tag to Season Four's "Discomania"
Rating: Adult
Word count: About 3,400
Warning: Hutch/not!Starsky, although really, the pairing is S/H of course.

Fevered

Marty opened the door four inches.

Hutch, already starting forward, ( Read more... )

Dumping Dolores

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Where were you last night?”

Hutch looked up from under his brows. Starsky hadn’t raised his eyes from the report he was finishing with the aid of two laboring index fingers and two scrunched eyebrows.

“I called ya about ten.”

“Oh.” Hutch scrabbled in his brain for an answer, but Starsky beat him to it.

“Out with ( Read more... )