Here are some more drabbles. Thanks for the reviews, alerts etc for the last chapter.
I really wish I owned these guys (now there's a thought) but I don't.
One
The gun shot sends shivers down his spine. The terror instantly consumes him. The fear is not for himself, but for his partner. Anxiously, he glances around, but he can't see any sign of his best friend. There is no answer when he shouts out, and the fear increases. He shouts again, desperation beginning to surface in his voice. He thinks about shootings, kidnaps and enforced drug addictions; and hopes for another miracle. He finds his partner face down, blood seeping out of a wound in his shoulder. And although it is bad, it could be a whole lot worse.
Two
Every time that he hears that an officer has been killed he feels a strange sense of relief. Because it could have been Starsky: but it wasn't. He feels sad for the officer, for the family, for the partner. But it also makes him realise how lucky he is. Suddenly the hospital visits seem better, because he could have been visiting a gravestone. Gunther's ruthless attack had almost killed his partner, but it hadn't. Eventually, Starsky will be home. Hutch only hopes that he doesn't go back out on the streets. Because risking the second chance wouldn't be worth it.
Three
Physically, they are complete opposites. One is tall, blond and fair skinned, with ice blue eyes and a battered old Ford. The other is stockier, with wild curly hair, tanned skin and a lightening striped Torino. They compliment each other nicely, like two halves of one whole. When they're on the streets they move as one, their partnership is a well oiled machine. They understand each other perfectly, words are not needed. The partners have known each other for years, and they've been together through good times, and the bad. And they know they'll be together till the very end.
Four
Time is running out. Hutch is fully aware of the fact that unless he is found, he is going to die in less than ten hours time. He's been a prisoner for what seems like years, his captors tell him that it's been five weeks. Five weeks of hell, not just for Hutch, but for his partner too. Hutch knows how desperate Starsky must be by now; he understands the guilt that the brunet will be feeling. Because the shoes been on the other foot, and it's not pretty from the other side. Starsky has nine hours, or Hutch dies.
Five
When Hutch thinks of Starsky he thinks of blue sneakers, hospitals and laughter. He remembers lots of hangovers, pool games and their first glorious trip to New York. In his minds eye he can picture the wild curls, and the warm eyes, and the image comforts him. When Starsky thinks of Hutch he thinks of music; soft and beautiful. He thinks of battered LTD's, near misses and home. Starsky will never forget the first time he met Hutch's family, or the first time Hutch had held him after a nightmare. Starsky thinks of his partner, and he instantly feels safe.