Another Hot Day

Since when did Starsky and Hutch have an easy day, whether they were on the job or not? One day, either of the two men have some sort of injury, and the next it would be one of the cars. They just could never catch a break. Danger would find them laying still in bed. Today was no different. Not only was it hotter than the depths of hell, Starsky's car decided it would rather chill in the middle of an intersection, and not a slow one at that.

"I have an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu." Hutch grumbled as the Striped Tomato rolled to a halt in the road. His normally white complexion was quickly turning into one matching the red of the Torino. Whether it was because of anger, or the sudden lack of air conditioning, Hutch wasn't completely sure.

"Ahhh, c'mon girl, don't do this to me." Starsky groaned a little, reaching to rub the dashboard, like he was trying to convince the car to come back to life and drag itself out of the intersection.

"Don't do this to 'me'?" Hutch asked, looking over at the curly-haired man. "You mean 'us'. Last time I checked there were two of us here." He snipped. The honking of multiple cars broke through his wall of frustration and his head whipped around, his blonde hair shifting slightly with the movement. "Yeah, yeah, we know!" He yelled out the window.

Starsky glanced over at his now very agitated partner, knowing he didn't have very long before the blonde blintz really blew his top. He also knew that the car wouldn't push itself out of the intersection, which meant one of them had to go to the back of the car and start pushing. To try and save himself from the eruption of his partner, Starsky decided he would be the one in the back doing most of the grunt work. "Well partner, if you want to take my spot, I'll get to the back and push and you can steer, how 'bout that?" Starsky asked, knowing if he didn't move the car soon, he'd have more than just a mad partner on his hands.

Hutch didn't even look in Starsky's direction as he nodded his head. "Yeah, alright." He mumbled.

Hutch swung his door open, climbing out and walking to the driver's side of the car, where Starsky had already vacated, moving to the back of the car. The blonde detective tried his absolute best to ignore all the consistent honking. Crouching down in the car briefly, Hutch shifted the car into neutral, then stood back up. 'Maybe I should leave the car in park and watch him suffer a bit.' Hutch thought to himself, but ultimately decided against it. It was too hot to push too many buttons. He kept the door open so he could push against it gently as well as be able to reach the steering wheel with more ease.

"Alright Starsk." Hutch called simply to the awaiting man in the back.

Slowly, the two men managed to push the hunk of metal on wheels out of the intersection and towards a safer area. Once they got enough momentum, it wasn't too hard of a job. Luckily, they weren't on any type of upward slope, which would make it ten times as difficult.

"Hey Hutch!" Starsky called out from his position.

For a few seconds, Hutch forgot all about his position, and stopped pushing and stood up straight. "What?" He asked, slightly annoyed that his partner had the urge to talk during the whole ordeal.

Starsky hadn't anticipated Hutch to totally give up his position, so when he did, Starsky couldn't stop the momentum that the tomato had built up. Hutch had turned his body to the side to be able to look at his partner, so his foot ended up beneath the tire of the large car as it rolled over it. He managed to swivel his free foot to the side to avoid having two squashed feet. The man's mouth dropped open as the 2-ton car rolled over his foot and a loud yell erupted from his lips.

Now the heat, the broken car, and his possibly broken foot was the cause for Hutch's temper to grow shorter. It wasn't anyone's fault but his own that he turned to speak to Starsky and totally forgetting about the rolling car.

Starsky quickly ran back to the front seat and dove in, stopping the car and throwing it into park before it could hit anything. After making sure it was safe where it sat, Starsky jumped out of the car and raced to his partner, who had yet to move from the spot where his foot got rolled over.

"Hey buddy, what'd you do that for, huh?" Starsky asked, his eyes looking up into his partners pale-blue ones, filled with pain and even a little anger. His hands grabbed each of Hutch's arms and began to lead him slowly to the passenger seat of the Torino. He ended up having to basically carry the man, swinging open the passenger door once they got there. For as thin as Hutch was, he sure was heavy.

Hutch all but fell into the seat of the Torino, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. "I don't know, maybe I thought it was a good idea to let this hunk-a-junk run over my foot. Maybe you'd get rid of it out of guilt." A small snort sounded through the car as he laid his head against the seat, his long legs hanging out the door, where Starsky stood before him. After a few seconds of silence, Hutch opened his eyes and peered up at his partner. "You mind calling someone so I can go get my foot checked out?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." Starsky broke out of his stupor and jogged over to the driver's side of the car, snatching the radio off its holder, calling in for assistance. While he got a confirmation, he also got some teasing from their dispatcher, Minnie, who brought some chuckles from Hutch's mouth. After a roll of his eyes, Starsky hung the radio back up, turning to his partner. "The only way I'd get rid of this beauty if I died going over a cliff in it." He told his partner matter-of-factly.

The blonde shook his head a little bit, scoffing at Starsky's comment. "If you're not careful, that may come sooner than later." He mumbled. The sheen of sweat on Hutch's forehead was fully visible, and Starsky was sure it was from a mix of pain and heat.

"What're you sayin'? That you're gonna shove it over a cliff?" The curly-haired man questioned, to which he received no response, which he wasn't totally surprised about. "You want me to take your shoe off for ya?" Starsky asked next, in which Hutch quickly sent a wide-eyed look over his shoulder at him.

"No!" He exclaimed. "You'd probably break it more than it is now! I'll let some beautiful nurse have that privilege. That way I can't get mad at her as fast." A smile crossed his lips. Hutch knew it wasn't Starsky's fault. It was his own for not moving out of the way quick enough.

"What? I'm not beautiful enough for ya?" Starsky asked, sending one of his prize-winning grins over to his partner.

Starsky And Hutch; Husky and Starch

"You shoulda seen the look on your face when that big burly nurse came in!" Starsky laughed as he wheeled Hutch out of the hospital, where a black-and-white was waiting to drive the two to Hutch's place.

Hutch's dream of having a beautiful nurse wait on him had been crushed when he saw one of the male nurses came his way. "It was not funny! He almost took my whole foot off!" Hutch exclaimed, glancing quickly back at his partner, his crutches resting between his legs. The x-rays proved that, while it hadn't been the worst outcome possible, quite a few bones in Hutch's foot had either been broken or just fractured.

"Ahhh, he wasn't that bad." Starsky shook his head with a small chuckle. He had to admit, the male nurse had been a tad bit rough with Hutch, but Starsky wasn't going to confront him in fear of having his head removed.

"Well, next time I have to bring you to the emergency room, I'll have to ask for him for you." Hutch smirked, seeing the smile drop from Starsky's face within seconds.

"Now THAT is unnecessary." Starsky said, slowing the wheelchair to a halt as they reached their transportation. No more was said as Starsky loaded Hutch up in the backseat, able to prop his leg up on the seat so it wouldn't get caught under the back of the front seat. He slid the crutches in along the floor before closing the door and getting into the front passenger seat.

It was a given that Hutch most likely would be off of work for a while because of his foot, so that meant Starsky would be alone. And since Starsky's prized car was going to be in the shop for a while, that only meant one thing.

"So, you want to use my car while I'm out? Not like I'm going to be using it anyway." Hutch asked, knowing what the response would be before he even asked.

"No! No way. I'd rather chase the baddies on foot than have to drive that…that THING." Starsky sniveled.

"At least 'that THING' won't break down in the middle of the intersection." Hutch smirked. "And if you don't have a car, you know you'll be on desk duty. We all know how much you hate desk duty." He added, still smirking. He knew the gears were working in the dark-haired man's head.

Starsky grumbled a few expletives under his breath, knowing Hutch had a fair point. He DESPISED desk duty, and usually did anything he could to get out of it.

"What was that buddy?" Hutch asked, his eyebrows raised as he heard the grumbles.

"Nothin'." Starsky answered. Hopefully his car would only be in the shop fot a few days, so what would it hurt? His image. How could he be seen roaming around in the two-tone car? "Fine, I'll use it. But ONLY for a few days. If my car isn't finished in a few days, I'll suffer with desk duty." He huffed.

Starsky And Hutch; Husky and Starch

Hutch was lounging on his couch, his foot resting on the cushions. His car had been returned as soon as Starsky got his baby back, with a string of complaints about what needed to be fixed. Hutch didn't care, it was perfect the way it was, and if it was something absolutely necessary, he would fix it.

The ringing of the phone startled Hutch, and he threw his magazine to the side as he reached to pick it up. "Hutchinson." He answered simply.

There was silence at first, which almost caused the blonde to hang up, but soon someone spoke. "I need to borrow your car again." Came the very ashamed sounding voice of Starsky.

The only response Hutch gave was a loud and boisterous laugh.