Prompt Fic: Week 32
Time for a new prompt fic post!
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* Anyone can leave a prompt, anyone can fill a prompt.
* Each prompt should be posted as separate comment. Up to five prompts per person, please. (No limit on fills.)
* Prompts should be formatted: Character(s) or pairing(s); prompt
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Starsky+Hutch; illusion ( Read more... )
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Starsky rooted around in Hutch’s glove compartment for a pencil, then stopped cold when he came upon something unexpected
“What’s this?” Starsky asked.
“What’s what?” Hutch growled without looking at Starsky or the object in question.
“This… thing!”
Hutch continued driving, apparently too engrossed in changing lanes and making a left turn to acknowledge what Starskiy was holding up.
“What thing?” He finally asked once he safely turned the corner.
“I just found this in your glove compartment."
“So. What is it?”
“That’s what I’m asking you.”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“It’s in your car.”
“But you spend a considerable amount of time in this car, too, in that very seat, I might add, with full access to my glove compartment. Maybe it’s yours.”
“If it was mine, I’d know what it was.”
“Well, I don’t know, either.”
“Hutch, you haven’t even looked!”
“Starsky, I’m trying to drive. Whatever it is, it can wait. It’s not worth getting in an accident over.”
“Just look." Starsky couldn’t understand for the life of him why suddenly Hutch needed so much concentration to drive. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend their entire days together in the car looking back and forth at each other.
“Fine! I’ll pull over.”
To Starsky’s annoyance, Hutch took what seemed an exorbitantly long time parallel parking. Once the car stopped, Hutch turned in his seat to face Starsky. He took off his sunglasses and heaved a sigh of annoyance. “Now what is so important, huh, Starsk?”
Starsky held up what he’d found.
Hutch looked at it. “Well… that… that’s… What exactly is that?"
“That’s what I want to know. Not like you to have one of these in your possession. Especially one with my name on it.”
Hutch straightened up in his seat. “Time to fess up, huh?”
“Go ahead. You’ll feel betta.”
“It is for you, Starsk,” Hutch said softly. He met Starsky’s eyes and smiled.
“I shoulda known that attitude just now was just an act. But it’s only December first, Hutch. You got me a present already? You never gave me anythin’ but trees and stuff, sometimes not even that.”
Hutch took the little green and red wrapped package out of Starsky’s hand. Then handed it back to him saying, “Things are different now. I guess after almost losing you this year, I’ve come to appreciate a few things I never took the time to really notice before. Like Christmas, and what it means to you. This isn’t actually your present. But I wanted you to have something to let you know I want in. I’m with you this year, in everything.”
“You mean you’re going to join the crowds of euphoric sentimentalists?”
“Well, one, anyway.”
“So can I open it?”
“Sure. I put it there for you to find, didn’t I?”
Starsky tentatively pulled at the wrappings, not sure what to make out of this Christmassy sort of Hutch. Inside he found a small glass tree ornament that was a perfect replica of his Torino. “It’s beautiful Hutch. Really. I love it. First ornament on the tree from now on.”
“Merry Christmas, Starsk.”
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Not sure how Christmas popped into my mind with this being the hottest days of the year so far.
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