Welcome to my S&H fanfiction repository. I started writing stories in May 2009, at age of 45, and all but finished up 18 months later. I still enjoy reading and being involved in the fandom, but can no long string my thoughts together long enough to nut out a story. There are now some photos and blogs on this Journal, almost all related to the TV ( Read more... )

Written for the me_and_thee_100 prompt: darknessLong ago, young Davey learned the value of darkness for sharing secrets among friends ( Read more... )

Written in response to the me_and_thee_100 prompts "touch" and "disguise". I already have a few drabbles on the theme of "touch" so challenged myself to come up with something different. For a change, no nudity or sex. Ha ha ha.

Starsk, before the medics get here…

Yeah, pal; what is it?
( warning for copious elipses... )

This little thing has been running around in my head since the challenge was thrown out at me_and_thee_100 a week or so ago. Finally found time to put fingers to keyboard. Hope it was worth the bother LOL

Challenge: Starsky's birthday (redux) timed for PMG's birthday
Notes: Present day, probably assumes S/H relationship, but by no means explicit. Genners should ( Read more... )

TITLE: Expendable

FOR: magic_moni (SH911 Secret Santa 2012)
GEN/SLASH: Gen

LENGTH: ~ 4,000
WARNINGS: A damn, a hell, maybe a fuck or two.
( How many more cops gotta be killed before I become expendable? )

Written for the me_and_thee_100 prompt "Venice Place"
( Only behind a cut to save clutter. No smut. )

Written for the me_and_thee_100 prompt "VietNam"

Warnings: mention of non-consensual sex between soldiers, violence
A/n: Starsky's "I'm not your boy" comment during Satan's Witches has always had me wondering...

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( This, my friend, is destined to be a classic. ‘69 Camaro... )

Prompt: Dobey

( God, he missed Edith.... )

The disheveled man greeting him at the door realized his fears: he shouldn’t have left him alone to grieve. Taking the nonchalantly dropped arm and turned back as a signal to enter, he did so, noticing laundry and clutter everywhere. He’d lost weight: I hope you’ve been eating.

“Want some help?” he asked.

“I’ll get around to it,” was the reply.

“We’ll ( Read more... )