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