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No, I haven't forgotten that I promised more drabbles. This one is for [livejournal.com profile] hardboiledbaby  who requested Starsky and Hutch. And who doesn't love A Coffin for Starsky?  (and [livejournal.com profile] mashfanficchick and [livejournal.com profile] dipslikeramon , yours are almost done. Really they are....)


Cowboy Movie

It’s not like I can’t tell the truth. It’s just that lying is easier sometimes.

Like when Hutch asks me again if I’m okay. I got a gut full of poison and twelve hours left on the clock, so I’m about as far from okay as I’ve ever been.

“Peachy keen. How ’bout you?”

“Starsk – ”

“Not yet.”     

 

Eight more hours gone and the truth rushes in to fill the silence between us. I’m afraid I’ve waited too long – that the time that’s left is no time at all.

He sits down beside me and I reach for his hand.



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There were moments when he forgot. When he would reach for the phone, or order extra pepperoni, or put root beer in his grocery cart. But then time would re-align itself, close the gap between then and now, and he would remember.

 

 

He found a box of science fiction novels in Starsky’s things. Cheap paperbacks with gaudy covers, yellowed and mildewed with age. A boy’s writing on the inside of each one, large loopy letters. Property of Davey Starsky. Hands Off!

 

He sat cross-legged on the floor of the near-empty apartment and read about the Zarkons, alien time-travelers who could prevent disasters even after they happened. It was almost dark when he finished, back sore and legs numb. He put the book carefully back in the box, wiped his eyes with both hands, and carried the box down to the car.

 

 

In the hospital one morning, almost a month after it happened, when it seemed like there was still a chance that things would go their way, Starsky had managed a small half-smile and said, “Fucking Zarkons. They’re never around when you need them.”

 

By the time he’d remembered to ask him what he'd meant, it hadn’t really mattered anymore.

 

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