Starsky, distracted by having Hutch with him again after a separation, has a car accident and contemplates their relationship while waiting for Hutch to regain conciousness.

I still saw indecision in his eyes and I wanted more than anything to reassure him. It was hard to see Starsky vulnerable and know that I was the reason for it. But I understood it. He'd been raised in an environment where the things we were about to do were dirty words, the people who did them the worst kind of perverts. I shook my head. 'How could love like this be anything but a gift and worth anything that we might have to go through because of it?'

Starsky is suffering from the after-Christmas blues and Hutch tries to help.

Starsky deals with the anniversary of Terry's death.

Starsky's apartment was neat and clean as always, but had a "nobody's living here now" feeling. There was a note, of course, and Hutch knew it would be addressed to him. A satchel was missing and a fair amount of clothing, Starsky's leather jacket and some of his personal things that he kept in a box on his dresser. The pictures, one of the two of them and the one of Terry, were missing from his nightstand. The most chilling thing, to Hutch, was to find Starsky's badge and gun, along with the holster, on the back of the closet door.

Yes, it's a poem, but relevant to most of us, so don't let that stop you.  It's an old one, not anything new, but thought that there might be a few new authors asking themselves some of the same questions.  I don't think it's archived anywhere else.

Hutch has some questions for Starsky about the story of Doodletown he'd told Lisa about.

Hutch was beginning to regret all the complaining he'd been doing. He'd convinced Starsky to quit police work by telling him that he'd be happy as long as they were together and he'd done nothing but gripe since they started working here. But of all the places he ever thought he'd end up, fast food was not one of them. It was demeaning for him. As far as he could tell, Starsky was truly enjoying himself.

An old enemy from a nefarious place is allowed to rekindle his hatred for Starsky & Hutch.

Starsky and Hutch go on separate trips that lead them to each other.

"I can't believe you asked Leah to marry you. Starsk, you haven't known her more than three months. Do you know enough about somebody to marry them after three months?"

"I want to get married, have kids, Hutch, before I'm dead, and the way things are going, it better be soon. Can we just not talk about this tonight?" pleaded Starsky.

Hutch got him a pillow and blanket and settled him for the night. They were going to talk this one out tomorrow, but good!

Leah was all wrong for his partner. She acted a lot like Vanessa. She seemed to genuinely care about his buddy, but was jealous of his relationship with Hutch, made no pretense of respecting what he did for a living and she was spoiled, raised as the only child of well-to-do parents. Hutch cringed at what a woman like that could do to a vulnerable, gullible, trusting, kind-hearted Starsky. He didn't get back to sleep that night.

"Listen, hotshot, you'd damned well better get serious about this! I have to put up with your opinion on everything else in the universe, but when it comes to our relationship and what's happening to it, you clam up." An evil look crossed Hutch's face. "If I were to treat you according to the way you've been acting, I'd turn you over my knee and blister your ass!"

Last poem, I promise.

Starsky is hurt and Hutch realizes he doesn't want to wait.

Hutch mourns Starsky.

Because of trust issues, Starsky and Hutch split up.

A shot in the dark hits Starsky, leaving him in an altered state.

Another poem, but I think you'll like it.

S & H get called into a case which exacerbates a conflict they are having.

He looked like someone had been using him as a punching bag. One of his eyes was swollen, he had a split lip and those were only the wounds I could see. His face was pale and when I grabbed his arm to help him to the nearest chair, he winced.

"Starsk, what the...?"

Concern plowed a new groove in the already prominent furrow on Hutch's brow. The shooting had compromised Starsky's lungs, creating a variety of problems for him. Infections could result in serious complications, so Hutch was vigilant in watching out for his partner, who often refused to admit when he wasn't feeling well. The last week, he'd been concerned about his partner's cough, but Starsky had assured him it was just irritation from his allergies. 'Have I been believing him because I wanted to or because it's true?' he asked himself.

Starsky is dealing with recovery and a secret he is struggling with.

When Starsky's car is damaged in a hit and run accident, Starsky can't reveal his whereabouts at the time of the accident without implicating someone else.

Starsky makes a New Year's resolution and finds something in his "new year" he isn't even looking for.

Hutch agonizes over a secret.

Hutch faces another difficult day.

The problems in Starsky's life begin to pile up and he reacts recklessly, causing more trouble.

Another story in poetry form.

In May of '83, Starsky and I were pressed into working long hours. This was brought on by the latest occurrence of the "pig flu." If you remember, there were some labor disputes and the only recourse some of the officers felt they had was to call in sick to bring on a decision in their favor. As I said...politics. Anyway, my partner and I were called out on a domestic violence case. Not one of my favorites, for sure.

Starsky reflects on his friend, Hutch.

Starsky and Hutch finally get "together."

While working on a case, Starsky's recurring nightmares seem to be turning into reality in a frightening way.

A visitor to a cemetary reflects on an unusual gravestone.

He watches him sleep.

Starsky can't sleep, causing Hutch to lose sleep worrying about him.

 I should have the balls to walk back in there and prove that I wanted nothing more than to take him home with me, but I couldn't. 'Ironic,' I thought. 'Balls are the problem...we both have 'em and that's what I can't get past. Maybe it'll take a referee to sort this one out.' Hutch had come out here to declare his love and I'd done nothing but hurt him, physically and emotionally. Maybe he would be better off without me. I'd run from him and he'd come after me. I knew he wouldn't do it a second time. He'd served the ball and it was now in my court.

Starsky wants something that Hutch is withholding from him.

A simple first-time story.

Hutch chuckled softly as he noticed that his irrepressible friend was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.  Sobering instantly, he thumbed through his virtual memory banks for the last time his dark-haired lover had been that exuberant about their love-making and drew a blank.  In the years they’d been together, lack of excitement had definitely not been a problem in the bedroom....until several months ago.

After the case at the Sand Dollar, Starsky has trouble getting over the trauma he suffered, and it takes a special little person and the love of his good friend to save him from himself.

Starsky finds a strange object behind the Won Ton Inn that sends our guys on an unplanned journey.

Starsky has trouble defining his role in their new relationaship.