My first Starsky and Hutch fic, though I'm working on a longer one. But after watching Texas Longhorn the other night, this drabble demanded to be written.
"With Emmy-Lou gone, I figure living is a hard way to go." That's what Zack said, head cradled in Starsky's lap, just before his body went lax and Hutch knew he was gone. Hutch leaned over to close his eyes, wondering, what would it be like to love someone so much that there was no point to living without them? So much that you'd lie for them, kill for them, and, finally, die for them? And what would it be like to have someone love you that much?
Then he looked over at Starsky, and thought maybe he already knew.