Category Archives: Slash

An excerpt from the novel, “Losing Starsky” The novel can soon be found at starskyandhutch.info/fiction/ Starsky wouldn’t let Hutch out of the handcuffs. From the moment he’d attached the one bracelet to Hutch’s wrist, he made Hutch wear it throughout … Continue reading →

Starsky slouched comfortably in his chair, spine curved, feet resting on the table, watching Hutch. Two a.m. at the Pits was quiet, almost mellow. He smiled, cradling his latest beer to his chest. This was his fourth, tipsiness slipping inevitably … Continue reading →

Note: This fic was inspired by reading the Starsky and Hutch Compendium by K. Hanna Korossy. This wonderful and thorough work mentioned that Starsky’s Smith and Wesson had a tendency to jam. It’s been said by some wise old soul that … Continue reading →

This story is written as a tribute to, and in gratitude for what I consider the most exquisitely beautiful Starsky and Hutch painting I’ve ever seen: Suzan Lovett’s Enchantment. It was included on the Summer Solstice 2015 calendar. You might … Continue reading →

Click here to read Part 1. Hutch lay face up on the ground, a bullet wound near his abdomen. One hand tried to stem the flow of blood bubbling through his fingers. The other still grasped his gun. He clung … Continue reading →

It had been a grueling three weeks. Both had been undercover trying to solve a multi-state narcotics case. They had made arrests yesterday and today had been spent writing up report after report after report. Starsky knew the case had … Continue reading →

Sweet Revenge from an unusual perspective. Yes, I must not despair. He has knocked at death’s door before and death has never welcomed him in. He is young and strong. So young… Blasted incompetents! Get this noxious tarpaulin off of … Continue reading →