Used to be, when one of us fell, the other would be there to pick him back up, dust him off, get him going again. Used to be.
Max sent him a glower as a signal he was in no mood for neighborhood chatter. Or even worse, a pick up. But the man just returned his blue-eyed stare. Suddenly Max realized the stranger wasn’t just looking at him, he was looking into him.
A shiver moved down Max’s spine as if someone were walking on his grave. He’d looked into those blue eyes before. Who was this? Someone he’d dealt with before? The special “connection” he was supposed to have? Or maybe just a user he’d partied with, then broken free of.
A Hobbit-style birthday drabble for Barancoire, who asked for "Starsky & Hutch; break at the beach."
The Trap tag: While Starsky is laid up, Hutch finds some familiar-looking letters.
Revenge tag (sorta): There was always hope left in a life that contained someone who'd go after you.
Fic snippet: Shameless h/c!
Starsky plays hooky to replace his car, and Hutch ends up paying for it.
"A faithful friend is the medicine of life" - Sirach
Gillian tag story: Hutch is torn between his ailing father and his missing partner.
The to-do list for Starsky that Hutch writes while in the hospital tells his partner all he needs to know.