agent molo

just a little lazy S/H snipplet ( right here under the cut )

[wrote this in honor of Mr. Britwizz and his enthusiasm for crinkle-cut fries, and for being such a good sport at SHareCon. Written on the plane ride on the way home. --molo]


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By Morgan Logan (logan117666@yahoo.com)



God, I hate this. Hutch slouched in the passenger seat, already annoyed and unsure why, except he always felt this way when Starsky dragged him on one of his 'special trips'. This time it was to a classic car show in Pomona. Why Starsky would think Hutch would be interested in driving for an hour and a half in Sunday traffic to go look at old cars beat the life out of him.

Starsky made a joke about the car he'd recently bought for Hutch not being a candidate for the show, and Hutch grumbled an irritated comeback, regretting it a second later. He wasn't sure why he was so annoyed, except maybe it was because these long trips reminded him a little too heavily of his father's 'Sunday family outings,' and sitting squeezed in the back seat of the sedan with the ice chest and his bratty little sister, only they weren't allowed to squabble because 'Damn it, a man works hard six days a week he deserves a little peace and quiet on Sunday with a happy family.'

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Lapsus Calami

by Morgan Logan



lap·sus ca·la·mi n. slip of the pen


"Starsky's Bedtime Alphabet

Arroomellephs with squishy feet
Will swallow only tender meat.

The Bihnderbinch has jointed paws
And traps you with its sharpened claws.

Watch out for Creefeelimoes
Who slither close to chew your toes—"


"Starsky! Stop it." Hutch's face looked pained. "Just stop it. What the hell is that you're reading?"

"It's a bedtime story I'm writing for my nephew." Starsky bent his head and licked his pen.

"Doohoodlehumps are big and gray/They'll bite your nose and schlump away...."

"Jesus. You're gonna give the kid nightmares!"

"Nah." Starsky grinned. "It'll toughen him up."

Hutch groaned. "I don't want to hear the rest."

"But you haven't heard the best one." Starsky rattled his writing paper and cleared his throat.

"The Hutchywubb will eat you whole/And make you wish he'd do it more."

Hutch rolled his eyes so hard the blues almost disappeared.

"Pretty good, huh? No one will ever figure it out, that's the best part."

"The meter is weak," Hutch said, sniffing. "Also, 'whole' doesn't go with 'more'."

"Depends on whose hole," said Starsky said slyly, making Hutch blush like crazy.

Later, Starsky put his pen to even more creative use.



Fin. Finitum. Done. Dammit.


[with apologies to Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies]

[This is all CC’s fault.]


Lapsus Linguae

By Morgan Logan (logan117666@yahoo.com)


It was the end of their shift, and a double one at that. First they’d taken the swing shift cruising their beat, and then the stakeout they’d been pulling every night for a week. Hutch was exhausted, but the soft, puttering snores coming from the back seat made him smile as he started up the LTD.

“Arroomelleph,” Starsky said, then snorted something even less intelligible.

Seemed like Starsky could sleep anywhere, anytime. Sometimes Hutch could nap okay on stakeout, but tonight he hadn’t woken his partner for his stint on watch, hoping when he got home he’d be tired enough to be able to sleep, himself. Lately he hadn’t been, very much.

His dreams were getting too...disturbing.
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a little missing scene from Death Ride.

URL: http://morganlogan.com/easy.html

Title: Easy
Author: Morgan Logan
Genre: slash
Warning: no nookie!
Feedback: yay
Critique: always helpful
Disclaimer: not firing on all cylinders
Category: missing scene
Complete (~600 wds)