Beta read by Sparkle7311 and Linda Hodder.
Major hurt/comfort and angst Hutch.
Tissue warning?
Some religious references and not meant to offend anyone.
I wrote this fanfic story because of something and extra horrific that could in real life happen to me. It could happen to everyone.
I use Hutch as it happening to in this fanfic story, but I also wrote this as a tribute to those who (in real life) it, unfortunately, did have happen to them.
Special thanks to the lady who wrote her true story of it happening to her and I found her story on the web in the early 2000s. I don't know how come she wrote it- out of bravery, with needing to release some of her trauma with writing it or both. But without having come across her true story on the web (I can't find the link to it now) this fanfic story would not have been made possible.
Additionally, although David Soul's handsomeness and his singing talent, (last recording 2009 "Bakit Na Lang Na Kong") as well as his acting skills, and what a talking voice he still has at 75 years old, as I've been listening to him and Hugh Burns on Boogaloo Radio!- I'd be lying if I said David didn't make me swoon and big time!
On the other hand, though David's not a perfect man from what I can tell he's mainly humble, honest, generous, kind, vulnerable and caring, and is concerned about animals and people. If it wasn't for that I would've long ago have lost interest in him. Please take that into consideration when reading this dark story and finding out what happens to Hutch.
Note also please: I made a lot of changes to this story. It was originally on the Starsky and Hutch fanfic website The Bay City Library.
A grade mark like you get on a test in school is very much appreciated. However, if you have the time word comments are welcome too! Thank you!
Beauty is Only Skin Deep
Chapter One
Hutch POV
I've been told that when I came out of the womb, the blood and amniotic fluid still needing to be washed off, even then it was obvious that I was one of the 'beautiful people' of the world.
For several years, in physical appearances, I was one of these people.
Then one night when Starsky and I were in our late 30s, something horrible, so 'immensely' horrible, happened to me that changed things so drastically! Instead of people taking notice of how good-looking I am they take notice of how extremely hideous looking I am.
Not to say that Starsky hadn't kept his Paul Muni refined good-looks with the streetwise good looks of Humphrey Bogart, because he did-
Yet, something so awful had happened to me. All kinds of doctors and nurses, and other people who work in the medical field say that what happened to me and had also happened to so many other people in the world-
They say, "It is the worse pain and suffering that the human body can endure!" I can vouch for that because I have endured.
I have endured, and I have survived.
Still, there are times when my depression so heavily drags me down; instead of doing something that is productive, I just lay there, a prisoner in my own bed.
And without moving an inch of my body, I stare at one of my bedroom's four walls.
Cheerfully painted as they all are, yet I gloomily wonder!
Desperate for an answer as to 'Why' I was the one something chose 'me' to strike and it did to so many other people in the world. And it is one of the main causes of people dying.
However, Starsky gets my butt and the rest of my body out of bed anyhow. After all, it is Starsky I have to continue to walk my life's journey with.
Because without him I wouldn't be able to continue to endure this terrible pain and suffering. To continue to survive…To continue to be able to keep on living!