Happy New Year. uh.
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lamardeuse. I sent her a little note of adoration and she wrote me back berating me for not posting my stories to the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
starsky_hutch community.
what can I say, I'm a dunce. been meaning to check it out. I've been getting a little frustrated with the signal-to-noise ratio on lists, recently, so I am eager to give it a whirl.
lamardeuse's totally addicting WIP is called Outcome.
It's juicy sweet, and will have you checking back daily with little drooly-bits hanging from the corners of your mouth.
Anyway, her note to me about lj reminded me I have been remiss in posting my latest snippet, which was inspired by a list discussion spawned by kimberlyfdr on xmas day. unfortunately, I had to take it to a...dark place. sorry, kimberly.
but happy new year!
Title: Regrets
Author: Morgan Logan
Type: Pre-slash
Rating: PG
Feedback: shua
Critique: always useful
Disclaimer: not my boys. wish they were.
Categories: Snippet
Notes: Sweet Alice is a recurring, beloved character from S&H. She
has a tendresse for our Hutch, considers him princely.
This is because Hutch always treats her as a lady, in spite of
the fact she is a prostitute. This snippet takes place in 1985.
Regrets
by Morgan Logan
Hutch walked down the familiar corridor, dread echoing in his slow steps. He'd asked Starsky to wait in the car, not knowing what to expect; and Starsky's health was too precarious right now to risk exposing him to hospital germs. A recent flu had left him with bad bronchitis in his damaged lung, and Hutch didn't want him catching pneumonia, or worse.
The antiseptic smells washed over Hutch, bringing back painful memories. He banished them, consigning them to the box labeled "Only to be opened in case of nightmares." Finally, he was at the door. Room 609. He eased it open quietly.
The woman on the bed bore almost no resemblance to the girl he had known. Her once-glorious strawberry blond hair was chopped short, dangling around a thin, almost emaciated face. An oxygen mask was strapped over her mouth, and a multitude of dark, purplish blotches dotted her skin. Hutch felt his heart drop, but quickly covered his reaction; her eyes were open, and staring at him in surprise.
The deep blue of those vibrant eyes was the only thing that remained unchanged; that, and the profound sadness that radiated from them. She raised a trembling hand and pushed the mask down off her face.
"Handsome Hutch," she whispered hoarsely, her thick, Southern accent still in evidence; but gone were the lovely tones of her sultry voice. What remained was sandpapery and dry; dead leaves rustling in the wind.
"Sweet Alice." Hutch approached the bed and reached down to take her thin hand in his own. "What're you doing here, kiddo?" He kept his voice light.
"Dyin', I expect," was her response. Never one to dodge terrible truths, his Sweet Alice.
"I wish it weren't so, Sweetness," Hutch said softly. Her hand twisted in his to grip him firmly.
"Wishes don't make horses, Hutch, although I wish I could go for a ride on yours." She was interrupted by a rattling cough that seemed to come from a deep place in her chest. Hutch's face twisted.
"Now, don't go lookin' like that, Darlin'. Everybody's time comes sometime. And you've been close to the door often enough to know it ain't so bad. Only thing is the regrets." She looked up at him wistfully.
He smiled gently, "Regrets, Alice?"
"Oh, I have a few, Handsome," she paused to slip the mask back on, taking some shallow breaths. Hutch waited patiently, looking down at their joined hands.
Alice pulled the mask off again, the movement bringing his eyes back to her face. "Always thought I'd get out of the life, and that maybe if I did, you'd come around to my way of thinkin'," she winked.
"Maybe I would've, Alice," he lied.
"Naw. You can't kid a kidder, Handsome Hutch. Knew from the first time I saw you that your heart was already stamped 'Property Of.'" She smiled knowingly.
His face stilled.
"It's OK, Darlin'. You're the only one I ever told my secrets to." She squeezed his hand and sagged back further into the pillows. Her blue eyes fluttered.
Hutch cleared his throat. "Maybe I have a few of my own. Regrets."
Alice tilted her head, "So...guess you haven't told him. Well, take my advice, Handsome. Life is short, and death is long. If you haven't figured that out by now, then you're a damned fool." She laughed a little, the choked sound turning into another ragged cough.
Hutch nodded, accepting the implied insult. "You know that much about me, Alice." He listened, concerned, to her labored breathing. "I should let you rest, now. I'll...come back. Maybe Starsky can come for a visit, too." He knew Starsk would want to, before it was too late. "Alice, I wish...."
She opened her eyes again, "I know, Handsome. You know what I wish for?"
"What, Alice?"
"Never mind," she said, eyes drifting shut, "I think I'm the one stamped, 'Do Not Touch,' these days."
Her eyes sprang open again when Hutch tenderly laid his lips against hers.
"Goodnight, Sweet Alice," he whispered before gently replacing the oxygen mask.
He felt the blue regard follow him as he quietly walked out the door. Hutch hurried down the hallway in quick strides, then practically ran down the stairs, eager to escape this place of death.
He knew that outside, in the car, Starsky was waiting.
December 25, 2004
San Francisco, CA
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:35 pm (UTC)yeah!
Date: 2005-01-02 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-02 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-02 08:12 am (UTC)can't believe everybody's been having all this fun without me.
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Date: 2005-01-02 05:42 am (UTC)And thanks for the plug! I appreciate it.
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Date: 2005-01-02 08:25 am (UTC)btw, if you are looking for good new S&H, you should read Gentlemen, Start Your Engines. http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/display.php?storyid=636
It's an AU, which normally I don't go for, but it's not too far outside the universe, and I trusted Dana from the first page. terrific story. It's been in zine format only for a long time, just recently got posted online.
I love Dana, her Evolution is my current favorite (epic. it's a double novel) but it's only available in zine.
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Date: 2005-01-02 09:57 am (UTC)And this is your first fandom? My, my. *rubs hands together, adopts Yoda voice* So many fandoms for you to explore, little one! Feel the Force, you must!
/weirdness
nooooooo!
Date: 2005-01-02 10:10 am (UTC)psyched you are getting Evo. you will be so sad if you don't have Evo2 when you finish 1. that happened to me and I had to wait a WHOLE WEEK before BASCon to get my hands on it.
Re: nooooooo!
Date: 2005-01-02 11:47 am (UTC)Alice
Date: 2005-01-02 07:22 am (UTC)Re: Alice
Date: 2005-01-02 08:19 am (UTC)yeah, unfortunately, considering her profession and the time, and how little was understood about AIDS during the period she was working, I felt it was kind of plausible. but I do so love her character; hell, she's one of the few female characters who loves Hutch who doesn't put his heart through the shredder.