The boys aren't mine…
But I do play with them.
The Car
By Pegbronco
Starsky brought the big red and white car to a halt behind Hutch's battered and worn car. It was going to be a nice quiet evening, just the two of them. He brought the beer and Hutch was going to cook. The game was to be a good match up. The two teams looking forward to the fight to the winner's circle.
Starsky immediately took notice of Hutch's car. As in slow motion, his world started to distort in front of him. As the punch in his gut twisted and tightened, he opened the driver's side door and stepped out. His eyes never leaving their focus. Time seemed to have stood still for him. He slowly closed the door as he walked past the front of his car to the back of the tan metal heap in front of him.
He past his hand down the side of the dilapidated car as he slowly bent over and glanced into the driver's side and into the backseat. He slowly stood up straight. He had to blink a couple times. His breath was knocked out him.
This wasn't happening, Hutch was fine that morning. As far he knew, Hutch hadn't planned on going anywhere. It was their first day off in a week and they were to just have a quiet day, with work erased from the day's agenda. But now, to see the car in the shape it's in, Starsky's gut told him that something very wrong had happened.
He slowly walked to the front of the car. The car had been in bad shape, but not like this. Something was terribly wrong. His heart suddenly remembered what it's job was and started to pound. His breath returned with a sudden intake of air. The sight of the car sent panic through the body of the brunet.
"OH SHIT! HUTCH!" He said as he turned towards the building. Like a shot, his feet found their ground. He reached out for the building's front door. He glanced back over his shoulder to the car. How could this have happened? He had talked to him that morning and Hutch seemed fine. He hadn't mentioned that there was a problem. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
He bounded up the stairs, taking two steps at a time to the landing in front of Hutch's apartment. Without even knocking he grabbed the door knob and forcibly opened it. His momentum came to an abrupt halt. His heart was hammering his chest so bad that he felt that he was going to pass out.
Starsky stood in the doorway as his world slowly came back to normal. There in front of him Hutch was standing across the room. His worst fears were extinguished to that point, but there was still an unsettling ache. He let go of the door knob and willed his feet to work.
Starsky crossed the room to his partner. He stood and looked Hutch over from top to bottom. Hutch stood and looked back at him with a confused looked on his face.
Starsky placed the back of his hand on the blonds' forehead.
"Starsk…what are you doing?" Hutch asked whilst standing with the pot cover in one hand and wooden spoon in the other.
"Shhh. I'm trying to make sure that your not hurt or running a fever." He took hold of Hutch's wrist and checked his pulse.
"Starsk you better tell me what your up to buddy or else…"
"Hutch I'm making sure that your OK."
"Starsky, you can see that I'm OK."
"But Hutch, your car."
"What about my car?"
"You washed and cleaned it."
The sound of the thump from the wooden spoon on top of the brunet's head, thundered across the universe.
END