Disclaimer: I do not own the guys; I just tend to play with them a bit…
Dedication: To many of my friend's that inspire and sometimes push me to write…THANK YOU ALL!
Warnings: This one may be a bit dark at times and some scenes of torture lie ahead…The views of this story are in no way reflected by the author!
A/N: This one is drawing to a close, just a few more chapters, I want to thank ALL of you that have been reading and reviewing through out. Feedback is important to a writer. Special thanks go out to my partner in writing, Brook, with out her, I may not even be writing right now, so thank you!
No Turning Back
Chapter Twenty-Two
Two nurses entered the small cubicle, one approaching Hutch's bed, the other's Starsky's. As the nurse with Hutch started to check his IV, and his bandages, the blond allowed his head to lob to the side, watching his partner as his nurse reached out for the brunet's arm. An arrow pierced the blonde's heart as he watched his brave partner flinch, pulling back his arm protectively, not wanting to be touched. The calm red haired nurse spoke softly to her patient.
"Shhhhhhhhh, its okay, m'not gonna hurt you…" she said gently as she reached out, this time, her fingers making contact with Starsky's dark skinned arm, lightly brushing over his arm, allowing him to feel at ease with her presence before continuing further. "See? I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you…" she continued to soothe him as Hutch watched on.
Starsky's eyes darted around nervously at the nurse, then over at Hutch, then back to the nurse, seemingly searching for some type of intervention or help. A part of Hutch's heart broke off as he saw the fear that exuded from a once strong and fearless man.
"There you go, that's better," she continued as she fully took his arm, turning it over carefully and checking the crook of it where the IV had been inserted. "That looks just fine…" She talked him through it, "Now I just need to take your pulse," she place two fingers against his wrist, lifting her other arm up so she could read her watch. When she was finished, she gently laid his arm across his lap, giving it a pat for reassurance.
She moved around his bead, to the other side, still being careful not to startle or frighten him in any way as she checked his ankle and adjusted his covers.
Starsky's doctor came bursting into the cubicle with Billy at his side. "What is it; the boy said you wanted to see me…?" Dr. Miller spat out quickly, worried about both of his patients lying before him.
Hutch looked up at the older, gray haired man, his glasses low on his nose as he looked over them at the blond. "I wanna…" Hutch sucked in air through his teeth trying hard to ride out the stabbing wave of pain that shot through him, "I wanna know what is wrong with my partner." He finally spat out.
Dr. Miller neared Hutch's bedside, his tone lowering, trying to keep the brunet from hearing. "Mr. Hutchinson, your friend has been some pretty traumatic experiences, I would beg you to keep your voice down as not to agitate him any further." The doctor explained to Hutch as he pulled up a chair, positioning himself at Hutch's head, ready to have this discussion.
"As far as your friend's physical injuries, he is far luckier than you, and he will heal completely as far as I can tell…my concerns are for his mental stability, that is another issue on its own. I am afraid there is really no way of knowing how well he will recover mentally from his experience, that all depends on him…I have the Chief of Psychiatry coming down here to speak with him, but he will want to do so without your presence, I am sure."
"No way, there is no way I am going to leave him alone, not after all that he's been through, you don't understand doc, he needs me now, I am going to help him through this, and there ain't no way in hell I am gonna let him down again!" Hutch's crease between his eyes deepened as his brow furrowed, the determination in his eyes causing the Doctor to take note. "Where he goes, I go; it's as simple as that." The blond concluded as he tried to allow his body to relax slightly against his pillow, his shoulder beginning to throb as his right hand came up to touch it, trying to ease the pain.
Dr. Miller snapped at one of the nurses as he motioned for her to come nearer, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a syringe, handing it to the man. "I'm going to give you something Mr. Hutchinson, it's going to help alleviate some of the discomfort." He explained as he stuck the needle in the cockstop of the IV and dispersed the numbing fluid into the blonde's veins.
Hutch felt the warm fuzzy feeling that begun to wash over him before he even had time to protest. His head rolled to the side as he saw his partner's indigo eyes searching his sky blue ones, locked in desperation as Hutch blinked slowly, feeling the undeniable sensation of unconsciousness beckoning him, his eyes glazed over as he smiled at Starsky, slurring his words.
"Don't worry Buddy, I'll be right…here…" Hutch mumbled as he started to drift off.
"Hutch, no Hutch…please…don't go nowhere…stay with me Hutch…" Starsky pled as he began to panic, the doctor approaching him with his own liquid filled syringe.
"S-s-sorry pal…I can't…" Hutch finished as he finally slipped all the way into darkness, and a peaceful warm, painless rest.
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The dimly lit, dark smoke filled bar was crowded and noisy. The stall in the back of the place had one man sitting there, his back to the other patrons, an oversized coat covering himself, the collar pulled up high, his beret type hat pulled low to his ears. He had a short glass sitting in front of him, filled with amber colored liquid and ice cubes that he slowly nursed, taking small sips at a time.
He jumped nervously as he was joined by another, blond man that hopped onto the bench opposite, then burst out laughing at the mans reaction.
"Whatsa matter Kiles, hiding from ghosts?" Andrews taunted the red haired man, pointing out and teasing him for his fears. "I told you, I got this all figured out."
Kiles picked up his glass, tipping it back and finishing off they very last drop in it, sucking up an ice cube into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue. "Yeah, well I already told ya' I ain't burnin' no cops." Kiles retorted.
"Well my friend, I am afraid you are out of other options here…" Andrews looked at him, pulling out a manila envelope from his jacket pocket and laying it on the table. "Either you help me burn those two cops an' that snot nosed kid, or I'm havin' this delivered straight to the DA's office. I've got enough evidence on you in here to start a nation wide search. There are photos, tapes of your torture sessions, and statements from your fellow comrades as well as your victims. They'll be so busy looking for your ass, that it'll take them a year to get around to lookin' for me, giving me plenty of time to set up shop somewhere else, runnin' the whole operation from under ground." Andrews explained watching the color drain from Kiles face.
"You got it all figured out, dontcha?" Kiles said weakly.
"Let's just say, I did my homework." Andrews answered, satisfied with his work and his ability to manipulate and control Kiles.
"Well have you figured out how were gonna take the three of them out?" Kiles questioned, eagerly waiting Andrews answer.
The waitress approached their table, Kiles ordered a refill of his Brandy on the rocks and Andrews ordered a scotch. As soon as she left their table Andrews leaned in closer to Kiles, "I'm thinkin' that the minute they get 'em outta the hospital, back to their own pads, it should be pretty easy to take them out, one at a time, fast and quite." He held up his hand, his fingers making the shape of a gun, "Bam!!! One shot, straight to the head…they'll never know what happened." he let out an evil laugh, resting back against the seat, kicking his leg up on the bench seat, waiting for the waitress to return with his drink.
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Hutch's eyes opened, his head still swimming as things warped in and out of focus for him. He closed them tightly, and then tried again, giving his mind a moment to catch up to his surroundings. He was no longer in the recovery bay and now appeared to be in an actual room. His eyes opened wide as his thoughts traveled to Starsky, looking to his side, his heart skipped a beat as he found an empty bed. His arms fumbled around his bed, looking for a call button as he shouted out…
"Nurse…NURSE!!!!!!" He shouted. his head nearly splitting open as he suddenly felt a warm hand on his bare arm.
Hutch looked over at Billy's scared face, the boys wide dark eyes pleading with Hutch's, almost relieved that the tall blond finally woke up.
"B-Billy, where's Starsky…Where'd they take him?" Hutch stammered, still trying to fight his way back to the reality that was staring him in the face.
"I told 'em you were gonna be mad Kent, I told 'em not to take him, they wouldn't listen…" Billy spat out quickly. "He didn't wanna go either, but they took him anyways"
Hutch fought through the intense searing pain that shot through is chest as he struggled to sit up. "Where'd they take him?" Hutch demanded.
"They took him to talk to that shrink…he didn't wanna go Kent, I couldn't stop them, I tried, m'sorry." The small boy whimpered, afraid that his blond friend would be angry.
Hutch raised his hand, scrubbing the child's head, "It's not your fault Billy…it's not your fault." Hutch assured the child as his gaze traveled towards the door, pushing himself off the bed, while Billy stood there trying to stabilize him, "By the way, m'names Ken, Ken Hutchinson, but all my friends call me Hutch." The tall blond added as he took very slow steps towards the door of his room, bent on finding his partner.
As they reached the door, Hutch reached out and pulled open the door and with Billy's helped made his way to the hall. A nurse came running up to assist the boy with his charge, taking Hutch's arm and supportively wrapping it around her shoulder.
"Get me a wheelchair," she shouted at an orderly, who jumped into action.
The orderly quickly returned with the wheelchair as they lowered the blond carefully into it. His head was still spinning from the medications and even the slightest movements exasperated it.
"Just where do you think you were going Mr. Hutchinson?" Nurse Hatchet asked the weary blond.
"I thought I was going to my partner, and I think that is where you are about to take me if you know what is good for you." Hutch's voice and commanding as Billy stood behind the both of them grinning widely.
Nurse Hatchet began to push the wheelchair and Hutch was glad that it was in the opposite direction of his room, giving him some hope that they were headed towards Starsky.
Hutch and Billy were led to the elevators; they entered as nurse Hatchet turned the blonde's wheelchair around, bending over the detective and pressing the button for the third floor, waiting patiently for the doors to close.
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Starsky sat on the leather couch, his knee bouncing nervously as he wrung his hands in his lap, the voice of the psychiatrist that sat behind the large Oak desk, echoing in the brunet's mind.
"I want you to tell me about what happened to you David…" He spoke with little or no emotion as Starsky remained quiet, his gaze focused on his lap.
"I already told ya', I don't wanna talk about it. Can I go back to my room now?" Starsky asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"No, you can't. You need to talk about your experience…now I'm going to keep asking you the same question until I get an answer, shutting me out wont do you any good." Dr. Rubens stated authoritatively.
The curly haired detective remained silent, the sweat on his brow becoming apparent as his jaw clenched in frustration.
"How do you expect to ever get over this if you don't talk about it?" The doctor prodded his patient, the tone of his voice becoming louder and more demanding.
"There's nuthin' to get over." Starsky spoke in almost a whisper as his head remained down. "I wanna talk to Hutch, not you, I wanna go back to my room."
"I'm here to help you David, but you got to want help." Dr. Rubens spoke as he opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew a syringe, filled with clear liquid.
Starsky's head snapped up as his eyes grew wide, looking at the item in the man's hand.
"W-w-what's that for?" Starsky stuttered,
"It's some medication, to help you relax and maybe it'll make you more willing to talk to me…" He stated as he walked around the desk, slowly moving towards his patient, noting the dark haired man's agitation growing. "Just relax Mr. Starsky; really, I am just trying to help…"
"I don't want no drugs doc, I just wanna go back to my room." Starsky swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as his dark blue eyes plead with the man that was now towering over him.
They both heard a commotion coming from the waiting room and looked towards the door, just as Starsky felt a sting to his left arm, the drug being injected in to him quickly. He jerked back reflexively, grabbing the syringe out of the doctor's hand as the aging man backed away.
To Be Continued…