Mission Accomplished, fanfiction
Title: Mission Accomplished
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Characters/Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Rating: R
Warnings: spoilers for The Fix. Thank you kimberlyfdr for your help! ♥
Word Count: 232
His body, his mind, even the emptiness within ached. Such a simple task as opening his eyes was an unbearable effort right now.
He was angry, furious even, but most of all, Hutch was tired. And Starsky must be exhausted from having to suffer though his horrible moods since the ordeal began.
Hutch knew he wanted the high again. At first that was all he wanted, but then he'd found something he wanted instead of this shit.
Starsky.
He wanted his trust again; his respect and love.
There was only one way to achieve it - staying clean. And maybe, just maybe, Starsky would rest again and maybe even smile again.
Starsky cared too much, but Hutch couldn't make it without his help. It was Starsky who held his soul until Hutch would be ready to take care of it again.
Hutch knew that Starsky was not sleeping now; couldn't fake it with Hutch lying in his lap.
"Did we really do it?" Hutch asked, reaching to brush Starsky's face with his fingertips.
Starsky looked at him, frowning. "What?"
"Sleep together?" Hutch asked.
Starsky blinked with surprise, but then laughed.
"Semantics, Hutchinson. Semantics."
"Semantics?" Hutch grinned mockingly. "Didn't realize you knew such a complicated word."
"Wiseass."
The way he said it; not just the words, but the way he said it.
Normal. Equal. Loved.
Finally, Hutch felt like he had his soul again.
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch
Characters/Pairing: Starsky & Hutch (gen)
Rating: R
Warnings: spoilers for The Fix. Thank you kimberlyfdr for your help! ♥
Word Count: 232
His body, his mind, even the emptiness within ached. Such a simple task as opening his eyes was an unbearable effort right now.
He was angry, furious even, but most of all, Hutch was tired. And Starsky must be exhausted from having to suffer though his horrible moods since the ordeal began.
Hutch knew he wanted the high again. At first that was all he wanted, but then he'd found something he wanted instead of this shit.
Starsky.
He wanted his trust again; his respect and love.
There was only one way to achieve it - staying clean. And maybe, just maybe, Starsky would rest again and maybe even smile again.
Starsky cared too much, but Hutch couldn't make it without his help. It was Starsky who held his soul until Hutch would be ready to take care of it again.
Hutch knew that Starsky was not sleeping now; couldn't fake it with Hutch lying in his lap.
"Did we really do it?" Hutch asked, reaching to brush Starsky's face with his fingertips.
Starsky looked at him, frowning. "What?"
"Sleep together?" Hutch asked.
Starsky blinked with surprise, but then laughed.
"Semantics, Hutchinson. Semantics."
"Semantics?" Hutch grinned mockingly. "Didn't realize you knew such a complicated word."
"Wiseass."
The way he said it; not just the words, but the way he said it.
Normal. Equal. Loved.
Finally, Hutch felt like he had his soul again.