Dear Visitors, welcome!
This is a story I'd posted several years ago. I had decided to delete it at the time, for reasons which would take too long to explain.
After several years and many expériences in other fandom, I decided to post it again and give it a second chance (somehow encouraged by Barjy; grâce te soit rendue, Dearest!).
Yet, behind the posting of this fanfic there lies another project. And here is what you - dear readers - have the most precious role to play in this adventure. I remember I worked quite a bit on the script of this story. Yet never really 100% satisfied. Therefore, I'd REALLY love to know what you think of it, I'd love to read your critics on any point, suggestions you may have, if you love it or not, what you consider is missing perhaps, anything...
I'll post one chapter a week, possibly on Wednesday (I'm pretty busy on other issues + RL ones). So stay tuned, I promise I'll try to stick to that schedule.
Needless to remind each of those who will do me the honor to read and comment, that reviews are the most precious substance in the universe to me.
So I'm eager to read your feedback.
I hope you'll enjoy the ride... . Be warned: it's a long one (more than 40 chapters)!
Love,
Lyxie
The Buddy Guard
by Prolixius5
(all my gratitude to Provence for her patience and great BR on the first publication)
Prologue
He tried to convince himself he was just too tired and imagining all of it. But it didn't work out.
When he was trying to concentrate on anything, he always experienced that weird sensation. He thought about asking for a sick leave, because he was not even sure of being able to react properly when on duty. He was seriously doubtful about his capacity to be a suitable back-up for his partner.
He knew Starsky had felt something was wrong, yet his partner hadn't been able to understand what was eating him.
He didn't seem to be able to comprehend it himself either. He was getting scared. What could have triggered all this? The mission they were on was not new stuff to them. No stressful girl friend to blame either. Their Captain had never been so nice and relaxed. Then what?
He closed his eyes. There it was again! He opened his eyes, headed for the kitchen and tried to focus on fixing a nutritious drink. He stood in front of the sink, motionless, trying to remember the ingredients he needed. His hands started to shake and the glass he was holding fell and broke into the sink. He stared at the damage and suddenly lifted both hands to his temples.
"Stop it!" he was shouting in despair.
He thought he was losing it for good this time.
"Please, leave me alone!"
Tears rolled down his cheeks. He fell on the kitchen floor, submerged by the sensation he was being watched, again.
"Pleeeease, leave... me... alone!" he cried out loud.
He felt no one could help him. He could not tell Starsky. He could not tell the doctor. They would all think he was going crazy. Because the reason why he felt so helpless was unbelievable.
He was hearing voices. Loud and clear. In his head.
Well, not voices.
ONE voice.
A female voice.
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(to be continued)
Well? Hope I managed to get some of you hokoed already :-)
Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
See you next week...
