Pairing: Dave Starsky/Ken Hutchinson Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Actually I dont have a clue who they belong to, but its not me. No money was made from this and if there had been I would have lost it to a certain green-eyed gambler. Warnings: death fic, Kleenx alert Summary: Halloween story, when a bust goes horribly wrong, will their love survive?
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It was the end of another case, all we had to do was to wait for Mr. Big to finally show up at the warehouse and bust him with the goods. We had been waiting half an hour before his car pulled in, Starsky and I approached the car with our normal caution. We stepped up side by side as Mr. Big opened his door to join us. I never even saw it. How did I miss it? The next thing I know, I was slammed up against the wall as a hail of bullets entered my body. Oh God! It hurts! STARSKY! I can feel the pain, it hurts so bad! I felt a heaviness fall over me. Starsky where are you? Starsk? Then I see him. Hes by my side like always. Thankfully he looks all right. He takes my hand and tries to tell me that I will be fine. I know I wont be. I dont want to leave you Starsky. I love you! He gently kisses my forehead and tells me that he loves me too, and that he will never leave me. Damn! He doesnt understand. I know I am not going to live, I know that these bullets have done to me what so many other bullets couldnt do. Hell, what the plague couldnt do. I am dying. The paramedics are here. I can feel them checking my pulse, and taking my blood pressure. I know they are trying to save me. I hope they can. My vision is fading fast. All I can really see is a blur of light and shadows. I cant even see Starsky anymore. But I can hear him, his loving voice, telling me to hang on, that I will be fine and that we will be together. And as much as I hurt, for him I will try to hang on. They have me in the stretcher now and they are loading me into the ambulance. Although I have done this many times before I am sure that Ive never been this scared. I know this is my last ride. My one comfort is Starsky. For years now he has been my best friend, my partner, my lover. He is still by my side holding my hand and I just know hes gazing at me with those loving blue eyes of his. Please stay with me Starsky. I dont want to be without him. I hear his voice telling me of course he will and not to be such a Blintz. If I didnt hurt so much I would laugh. I know hes trying to help me get my mind off the pain. Maybe if I could still see his eyes, then I could lose myself in them. We are at the hospital now. The Doctors and nurses are surrounding my stretcher. I hear them. It seems like they are all grabbing a piece of me poking and prodding. Im confused and hurting so much all I want to do is curl in a ball and be left alone with Starsky. The voices are getting louder, yelling, screaming for this or that. More screams, only this time I recognize the voice screaming as my own. Then somehow hes there again, by my side, touching me, comforting me, calming me with just his voice. All the other noises fade out, the hospital sounds, the voices of the Doctors and Nurses that are working over and around me are fading...fading they are gone now. Am I dead now? No, I cant be, I can still hear Starskys voice, I can still feel his hand in mine. Funny I dont hurt anymore, and my eyesight is getting better. I can see, Starsky! Starsky! I can see. I dont hurt any more! He is there by my side, holding me, kissing me. Starsky, I didnt leave you! I am still here. I didnt die! He looked at me, his blue eyes shining with a look of wonder and then he says, Hutch, dont you understand? You did die. Thats why I told you that you would be fine, that I would never leave you. I knew that when you died, we would be together forever. I still didnt understand. I had to ask him. Starsky, how did you die? You were with me the whole time at the warehouse, in the ambulance, at the hospital. When did you die? He looked at me shocked. Hutch, you didnt know I was dead? I died at the warehouse. I saw the gun and tried to push you out of the way. Im sorry Hutch, those bullets that killed you... they went though me first. Greater love hath no man than he lay down his life for his friend.
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