A/N: This was taken from a dream of mine, in which I had this image, the link to a conceptual image of this dream may be found on my bio. This fic and that drawing is dedicated to a Miss Cindy, for helping me and standing by me for both. Thank you hugs Thank you all, too, who have read my past fics, it really means alot that there are those willing to read what someone writes. Again, many, many thanks.

In Blue

Where was he?

It was blue.

That much he knew, or was it red?

He couldn't remember.

He lifted up his hands and peered at them closely.

What were these for again?

They disappeared.

It doesn't matter.

Who was he?

A voice, a voice, mumbling, sobbing.

Who was he?

Who was crying for him?

Hutch, Hutch, Hutch. No, no Hutch, please, I need you.

Hutch. Now that was something that felt familiar.

Starsky.

Starsky and Hutch.

He was Hutch, and Starsky?

Where was Starsky?

What happened?

Come back, Come back. Please, Hutch, oh God, please.

That's right.

Hutch died.

He died.

He remembered now.

It was all so very simple, and now…here it was so peaceful.

He missed Starsky, and he felt torn.

Was he being selfish?

Here he was at peace, and Starsky?

Starsky was in pain, and this time, Hutch could do nothing about it.

Could he?

He went to his friend, and watched in the blue.

Starsky held onto his empty shell.

He kneeled down peering at his friend, peering at himself.

"Please Hutch, come on buddy, backup will be here any minute. Come on, wake up."

He wanted to come back.

He really did.

He tried.

His hands appeared again. It truly hurt, and he felt pain again.

Unbearable pain, but he continued.

For Starsky.

He had done it; he was red…or was it blue?

What was red?

What was blue?

Hutch reached out and touched Starsky on the shoulder.

His friend froze and turned slowly, his mouth agape.

It was funny. He wanted to laugh, but there was no longer any time for that.

He was in pain.

"Hutch?" Starsky whispered reaching out to touch his lost friend. "Wh-Wha…no. No. Hutch?"

Hutch nodded. He didn't have to talk. Starsky heard him.

"Why Hutch? How can you just…just leave?"

That hurt.

He didn't want to leave.

He tried coming back! This was the best he could do.

He could not cry. He could not laugh. He could not speak.

But he smiled.

He smiled and through the pain gave his friend a tight squeeze.

So much pain.

He was not solid.

But that didn't matter.

For Starsky felt, and Starsky could laugh, and he could speak.

But Starsky cried.

He cried and cried.

And Hutch smiled.

Do not worry.

I shall come visit.

It doesn't hurt too bad.

Nothing hurts too much anymore.

Though he could not handle this pain now.

So he hugged Starsky one last time.

As best he could.

"I love you Hutch, I-thank you."

Starsky did not speak.

But Hutch heard.

And he smiled as he went back to the peace.

Starsky cried as he was left alone in the blue.