Complications
Authors Note: This is a joint effort between Stanley in the UK and Ollie Bear in the US. Stanley wrote this first chapter all on her own with no help from Ollie. All Ollie did was write the authors note and posted.
We hope you enjoy the story and feedback will be so much appreciated.
Disclaimer: We do not own Starsky and Hutch, but do love to play with them. I think the guys are enjoying their trip back and forth the ocean. Of course they have a tendency towards motion sickness from all that travel. As a result they have a lot of motion sickness and of course they have to comfort each other quite a bit. That leads to even more story ideas.
Bounding off the board walk, with lightness to his step that had been difficult to find in a long time, detective Ken Hutchinson hit the sand at a sprint. Initially the softness had unsteadied his gait, but he was still agile enough to prevent a tumble, as he headed to the more compacted sand near the oceans edge. He deftly dodged the breaking surf. His goal was two more miles down the beach, a clap board beach house in need of some major repairs, just as he had been when he had bought it three months ago. The physical labour of weatherproofing his new property had been like a balm to his soul, soothing away the daily detritus of Bay City that had been smothering him for some time now. Hard work, fresh air and exercise had restored his spirit and were providing him with the kind of home he had sought for much of his adult life; a new kind of tranquillity now encompassed him, an acceptance. He hadn't given up the fight he had just learnt to choose his battles more carefully. Then again maybe he was just getting old, and quite frankly that was ok too. Aiming towards the lounge chair he took the stairs up to the deck three at a time, collapsing in the early morning sun in an exhilarated heap, surmising that life didn't get better than this.
Dave Starsky woke to a ringing in his ears; his brain couldn't quite get a handle on. Burying his head deeper into his pillow, he rolled over and hoped it would go away on its own. A few moments later his hopes were dashed when a voice he didn't quite recognise, infiltrated his semi consciousness with an accompanying poke in the side.
"Dave, I can't turn this thing off. Dave, are you listening to me?" The voice was female and sounded kind of exasperated. "David!"
With a groan Starsky turned onto his back bringing his pillow with him, "Give it ere" he mumbled somewhat incoherently as his left hand groped around aimlessly, and was eventually rewarded with a clanging and vibrating digital alarm clock. A present from his technology shy partner no less. He reminded himself to thank Hutch once again for his present buying savvy; it was just what he had always wanted he thought sarcastically as his finger hit the snooze button. If he had wanted to awake startled to the sound of clanging bells every day, he would haven chosen a career as a fire fighter!
Now that the first challenge of the day was over, he was up for the second. For the life of him he could not remember who was sharing his bed, and how they had got there! Taking a peak out from under his pillow he saw a mass of wavy blonde hair and a naked shoulder resting comfortably, in the bed beside him. Thinking that was a promising start, he risked coming out into the open from the hiding place under his pillow. Propping himself up on an elbow, he eyed his bedroom, in the hope to find some visual clues to who this person was, but all he saw was a scattering of clothes and an empty wine bottle or two. He was none the wiser when his companion rolled over and snuggled into his chest, the rest of her naked body distracting him from his detective work. When her fingers tangled into
his chest hair and she let out a small sensual groan, he knew undoubtedly that he was going to be late for work, again!