This was written for a Livejournal community me_and_thee_100 challenge, the prompt was "Sweet Alice". The me_and_thee_100 community is for writing true drabbles, by the original definition, 100 words (plus title), no more, no less.
I don't own Starsky or Hutch, and I'm not making any money.
Recovery
At first she thought she could do it for him, for Handsome Hutch. But even the thought of his smile wasn't stronger than the blessed emptiness that came from the pills and the bottles. In the end, every try crashed, dumping her right back where she'd been before. Except each time she was a little bit deeper down, until finally there wasn't any more "deeper down" to go.
Then there was nothing but darkness. Until one day she saw light.
Now she does it for herself, one day, one step, at a time.
"Hi, my name's Alice and I'm an..."