The Battlefield, fanfiction
Title: The Battlefield
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Characters/Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, thank you lauramcewan for your help.
Word Count: 300
Starsky's stubbornness was the only obstacle left for Hutch to get rid of before he could take his friend home and proceed with their recovery. Hutch was aware that they had been hurt and of their much needed time to heal. Together. Starsky apparently couldn't see that and wanted to do it alone.
"I just don't want to take your life from you," Starsky whispered weakly.
Hutch turned from the window and stepped closer.
"You aren't, you idiot," he emphasized. "Don't you understand? My life was yours from the moment they partnered us. Why do you think I'm still here? Safe and sound? I put my life into your hands and you never failed me."
"I can't let you give up your future!" Starsky's voice was shaking and Hutch was sure his friend would yell at him if he had any strength left after physiotherapy session.
"You are my future!" Hutch shouted, and then asked more gently, "Starsk, tell me you wouldn't do it for me?"
"Tell me you'd let me do it!" Starsky refuted immediately.
"I did let you," Hutch whispered and sat on the edge of the bed.
"That was different," Starsky shook his head.
Hutch looked at him for a while and then decided to say what he knew could be the last resort to win this argument.
"Starsk, you know I'd die for you, don't you?"
"What?" Starsky frowned. "Yeah, I know." They both knew it was a part of being partners.
"If you can accept me dying for you, why it's so hard to accept me living for you?"
Starsky looked at him sharply, but then finally smiled.
"That was low, Hutchinson."
"In love and war," Hutch shrugged.
Starsky reached for Hutch's hand and squeezed slightly.
"Ok, you won the battle, but not the war!"
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Characters/Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, thank you lauramcewan for your help.
Word Count: 300
Starsky's stubbornness was the only obstacle left for Hutch to get rid of before he could take his friend home and proceed with their recovery. Hutch was aware that they had been hurt and of their much needed time to heal. Together. Starsky apparently couldn't see that and wanted to do it alone.
"I just don't want to take your life from you," Starsky whispered weakly.
Hutch turned from the window and stepped closer.
"You aren't, you idiot," he emphasized. "Don't you understand? My life was yours from the moment they partnered us. Why do you think I'm still here? Safe and sound? I put my life into your hands and you never failed me."
"I can't let you give up your future!" Starsky's voice was shaking and Hutch was sure his friend would yell at him if he had any strength left after physiotherapy session.
"You are my future!" Hutch shouted, and then asked more gently, "Starsk, tell me you wouldn't do it for me?"
"Tell me you'd let me do it!" Starsky refuted immediately.
"I did let you," Hutch whispered and sat on the edge of the bed.
"That was different," Starsky shook his head.
Hutch looked at him for a while and then decided to say what he knew could be the last resort to win this argument.
"Starsk, you know I'd die for you, don't you?"
"What?" Starsky frowned. "Yeah, I know." They both knew it was a part of being partners.
"If you can accept me dying for you, why it's so hard to accept me living for you?"
Starsky looked at him sharply, but then finally smiled.
"That was low, Hutchinson."
"In love and war," Hutch shrugged.
Starsky reached for Hutch's hand and squeezed slightly.
"Ok, you won the battle, but not the war!"