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A LITTLE BIT OF CYN
Written by Cynthia, with a gorgeous cover by Judi
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sudden, confusing breakup and ultimate rejoining.
Tears and laughter, sadness and joy, all tinged with
the deep love Starsky and Hutch have for one another.
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A FINE RESOLUTION by Cynthia
"Babe, please talk to me."
When Starsky brushed a tear away with his thumb,
Hutch scrambled off the bed and grabbed his shorts.
He escaped the bedroom and found temporary solace
among the greenery of his hothouse. Upon hearing
Starsky's bare feet, Hutch kept his back to his
"Tell me," Starsky gently ordered.
"I planned on telling you tonight how I felt
about you." Hutch bitterly laughed and pulled a dry
leaf from a plant.
"Whatever it is, Hutch, it won't change us."
Hutch swung around, feeling overwhelming anger
take charge. "You think not!" he challenged. "Do you
honestly believe there is nothing in this world that
could change you and me?"
"If you're talking about what happened just a
little while ago, you're wrong, Hutch. We're better
because of it."
"I wish...." Hutch licked his dry lips and shook
his head. "Why are you so goddamn strong, Starsky?
How in the hell can you be so tough as to survive that
hit on you?"
"Easy, Blondie," Starsky replied softly. "I'm
strong because of you." He moved close to Hutch and
gently put his hands on Hutch's arms. "What's
Hutch pulled back and the grappling with his
emotions failed. "Not anymore. I shouldn't have...."
"Do you want the works, Hutch? I love you and
you've got me whether you like it or not. Heart, body
and soul. I'll give you every sappy soap scene that
you'd ever want."
"Don't, Starsk. Don't be so quick to give me
everything I've ever wanted. I don't deserve it,"
Hutch painfully whispered. He turned away and planted
his hands on the shelf of foliage. Gripping it
tightly as if his life depended on it, he violently
shoved it away. The shelf dropped on its side and the
plants tumbled to the hard floor with a loud crash.
Starsky grabbed Hutch around the waits and pulled
him back. "Jesus, Hutch! What the hell is going on?"
Hutch broke away from Starsky and backed up
against the wall. His heart broke at the sight of the
scars on his lover's chest. Hutch slid down the wall
and clutched his stomach. "He's my father, Starsky,"
he cried out. He hit the floor with a loud thump and
buried his head in his hands. "James Gunther is my
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