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NOTE: This story is the first answer to Loraine´s challenge.
This story was written purely for entertainment and is not for profit, and is not meant to trespass in any way on the holders of the rights to Starsky and Hutch.
The small crowd left the cinema chatting, laughing, re-telling this or that particularly great line from the film they´d just seen.
The sky was already dark, the city´s own neon glow creating an artificial day.
"Well," a scratchy voice, soft, yet raw, like old velvet, broke through the mostly youthful chatting hanging over the place in front of the cinema. It belonged to a tall, blond man in his late 50ies, who had left the building last, in a very slow stroll; a smaller, brown haired, very dreamily looking man of the same age at his side.
"You still flattered, Starsk?"
The other one just kept on grinning. He´d started doing that, when the title had appeared on the screen, and he had not stopped ever since.
The blond rolled his eyes and sighed. "Starsky."
"Huh?" Starsky made, casting his friend a puzzled glance. "What?"
"I asked if you´re still as flattered as before, now that you saw the thing."
"What, are you kidding?!" Starsky exclaimed excitedly.
Hutch couldn´t help but smile at the man´s ever young ability to show enthusiasm. When that journalist, who´d met them at a police ball one day, had written a very nostalgic article about them and how they "should be role-models for the generation of cops their poor present has to offer", Starsky had spent hours of reading and re-reading the article out loud to everyone who´d fail to run when seeing him, but that had been NOTHING compared to his reaction, when a bunch of young writers had called to ask for their permission to use them as basic characters for a movie.
To say that Starsky had gone into hysterics at that would have been an understatement, and even Hutch had had to admit that it was, indeed, very flattering.
So they´d both talked to the writers, answered a lot of question, told a few stories (and, as far as Starsky was concerned, ASKING a lot of questions too), and then they had been waiting for months to see the result.
Only a few things they´d been told about it beforehand.
"I can´t believe they´re gonna have the tomato in it!" Hutch had groaned, when Starsky had told him one evening, when they´d been sitting at Starsky´s place, playing Monopoly.
"Isn´t that too cool?!" Starsky had grinned eagerly. "They said it could be, like, our brand. You know, the two cool cops and they´re absolute kicker of a car!"
"You know something, Starsk? Maybe I don´t want to see it after all."
But Starsky had just widened his grin, taking a sip of his beer. "I don´t get it why they wanted us to have met on duty, though? What´s wrong with the academy?"
Hutch had just shrugged and suggested, "Uniforms? You never see the cool cops in uniform, do you?"
"Says America´s movie expert number one," Starsky had joked, but hadn´t waited for a reply and instead had asked with mock suspicion, "So, what did you tell them?"
Innocent faded blue eyes had settled on him. "I just answered questions. Why, what d´you mean?"
Starsky had flashed him a wry grin. "You know exactly what I mean, old-timer. Did you make yourself look cooler?"
"No," Hutch had replied indignantly. "Course not. Did you?"
"No," Starsky had instantly answered, raising his hands in defense. "Been telling nothing but the truth."
"Right. So´ve I."
And they´d exchanged a knowing look.
"Nothing but the truth, huh?" Hutch asked now, as they started to slowly walk down the street from the cinema to a bar they liked in that part of the city. "Why didn´t you ever tell me you were always late on the job, because you had to do your daily exercises? I´d have understand, buddy."
"Hey, I DID work out," Starsky defended himself. "At... some point," he finished lamely.
"Uh huh. Starsk, I know you´re old and all, but that was me."
"No, honest," Starsky insisted, "when we were like REALLY new on the job, I DID jog every day."
"For about two days maybe."
"So? No lie still. And you´re one to talk, anyway!"
"Huh?!" Hutch made innocently.
"Right! That´s what I thought too!" Starsky exclaimed. "How much did you have to pay them that they made you look so... casually cool? Or so that they wouldn´t have their guy gulp an eelgrass shake at the beginning of every scene?"
But Hutch had heard nothing beyond, "You think I was cool?" As a sudden thought hit him, though, a frown replaced the smile. "By the way, did YOU tell them I used to take money from corpses?"
"And that I was a coward?"
"I didn´t use exactly that word," Starsky said after a moment of thinking.
"Thanks so much, partner."
Starsky grinned. "C´mon, as if you didn´t like it. Made the guy look cooler than you ever were."
Shooting him a dirty look, Hutch grumbled something to himself.
"Besides," his friend continued, "YOU told them I shot a pony, didn´t you? That about makes us even."
"But that really happened!"
"So? Me saving your ass a hundred times happened too, but I didn´t see that in it. And," he added as he thought of something else, "since we´re at it, anyway, did you HAVE to tell them the cocaine-story?!"
Hutch laughed out loud. "Wasn´t that just great?! You never told me you see cartoon birds when you´re on drugs!"
"That´s so funny, Hutch," Starsky muttered in annoyance, though, of course, he´d loved that scene. He still was in too excited a mood to mean anything serious, anyway.
"Hey, c´mon, no sweat, buddy, huh?" Hutch managed to chuckle out, when he could talk through his laughter again, patting his friend´s back. "They said 'tell us a funny story about your partner' and, uh, I did."
Starsky shot him a glance.
"I did add that you never needed any drugs to make a fool out of yourself on the dance floor, though," Hutch grinned.
"Yeah, like you DID add that you got both those cheerleaders afterwards, right?" Starsky sneered. "Forgive me if my memory fails me, but didn´t they stay at the club? I seem to vividly remember you blaming that on me the other day."
"Well, old man," Hutch replied sarcastically, "as you´ve JUST seen, your memory DOES fail you. Screens don´t lie, do they?"
Starsky cast him a glance that was supposed to look annoyed, but he couldn´t hide the grin in his eyes.
"But," Hutch continued, "speaking of lies - what was all that about you going straight after the book?"
"What d´you mean?"
"What do I MEAN, Starsk? All this 'against regulation'-stuff your film-you kept on telling. I can´t believe they bought that! You don´t know regulation even now."
Starsky just shrugged. "Apparently I do. Screens don´t lie."
"Right," Hutch nodded. "Wonder what Rachel would have thought about suddenly having been a super-cop."
"Hey, that was NOT my idea. I told them my Dad was a cop, and they said mother would work better, movie-wise."
"Hum," Hutch made and snapped his fingers at another thought. "AND what was that about you being a better actor than me?! I´ve always had better undercover stories."
"That´s SO not true!" Starsky contented. "And you know it."
"Oh do I?"
"I´ve just always been naturally gifted," Starsky said indignantly. "Was about time someone made it clear you learned everything you know from me."
"Hm-mm," Hutch nodded in slow-motion in a 'yeah, suuuuure'-kind of way, before stating, "They sure got your temper right, though. That guy had your moves down to perfect. He even looked as ridiculous as you when running. Did you show him how?"
"I really liked that guy!" Starsky exclaimed in child-like, irrational defense.
"He was okay," Hutch teased. "Oh, hey, what was this snitching thing about? You never did that. I mean," he added in mock indignation, "not that I ever gave you REASON for such a report. I´ve never broken regulation, anyw-"
"Careful, Hutch, don´t forget who you´re talking to," Starsky cut him off with a laugh.
"I´ve been there."
When Hutch hushed himself at that, he laughed again, then answered, "They wanted to know if we ever, like, fought, when we didn´t know each other that good. So I told them `bout that time you punched me at the academ-"
"You punched me first!"
"Anyway," Starsky waved, and Hutch rolled his eyes, "they didn´t like that. Said it´d be less... movie-like or so, I guess." He shrugged. "They wanted me to make a mistake, so they could show me crying, and I said it´d be ok-"
"Right!" Hutch exclaimed. "That! You NEVER cry! Did you really tell them that?!"
"Uhm... Linda, this assistant, she, uh, said it´d make the character appear more... cute," he smiled sheepishly.
"It sure makes you appear more whiny," Hutch contented. "Poor, sensitive Starsky-Pooh."
"Says the guy who carries me to bed, kisses me and tries to seduce me with his chanting."
Hutch sighed, amused though. "Yeah... fascinating what they made out of 'yep, we´re pretty close', isn´t it?"
Starsky grinned affirmatively, and a moment of silence passed, as they walked on, then suddenly felt they had the same thought and glanced up at each other´s eyes.
"I didn´t tell them," Hutch finally said, lifting his hands defensively. "I swear."
"Well, I sure didn´t, either," Starsky stated.
"I REALLY didn´t," Hutch repeated at his friend´s doubtful look. "Why would I? I´ve never been that embarrassed again! I had to show my navel, for crying out loud!"
"You´re tellin´ me," Starsky muttered. "I´d to go see "Dragonheart" with the kids a few years ago. I had my eyes covered for the whole thing."
Hutch laughed, patting Starsky´s back in mock sympathy, but then frowned. "Okay, if you didn´t tell them, and I didn´t tell them..."
Starsky´s eyes wandered up to meet Hutch´s. "You don´t think they called Dobey, do you?"
Hutch waggled his head. "I DO think that THAT would be the ONE story he´d have told them."
"Yeah," Starsky nodded, and after a moment added, "Well... at least I got to shoot him for it."
Their eyes met - and they laughed, even stopping in their slow stroll.
"Huggy would have liked it," Hutch stated, when they´d walked on a bit, his tone melancholy and warm.
"Oh yes," Starsky laughed. "That´s for sure. He´s the coolest of all. And-"
"He wins," Hutch interrupted him, finishing the sentence.
"Right." Pause. "You told them that, didn´t you?"
Shooting Starsky a quick look, Hutch kept his silence. His friend nodded knowingly.
"He´s probably telling all the other guys up there it´s all true right now," he said after a moment.
"UP there?!" Hutch joked.
They´d arrived at the bar and silently decided to have a drink together to finish the evening.
"To old times then, huh?" Starsky asked, when they sat on the counter, nursing their beers.
"I really liked that film, you know?" Starsky stated with a dreamy grin. "We were SO cool."
Hutch laughed slightly. "Yeah, we sure were, buddy boy."
They sat in silence for a while, two old friends, having a drink together, sharing each thought without a spoken word.
When Hutch looked up at one point, he found Starsky studying him with a small smile, and gave a nod. "Yeah, I know. I miss it too."
"It was," Starsky started, paused and continued , "strange, wasn´t it? Seeing 'us' doing the job again?"
"I mean..." Again, Starsky stopped himself, and when he spoke on, he looked directly at Hutch, who knew the words before they´d been uttered. "We´re not THAT old really."
"Starsk, don´t start now," Hutch sighed and took a sip of his beer. "You don´t want to go there tonight, do you? After you´ve just seen how absolutely incredibly old you are? That movie´s of the retro-genre. When we were that age, retro was the 40ies!"
"Aw, c´mon, Huuutch," Starsky whined. "I´m not talking `bout working the streets again, just-"
"Yes, you are," Hutch interrupted him. "That´s what private eyes do. And you´re just excited because of this movie now," he chided. "Shut up and drink your beer."
"You really ARE getting old, Blintz, d´you know that? Old and grumpy."
"I´m still younger than you."
"On the paper, fitness freak," Starsky shot back and earned a mockingly hurt expression that faded into a smile. Ever since he´d recovered from the shooting that had nearly cost his life so many years ago, Starsky had clung to life with all his might, and he really was in better shape than Hutch these days, since - true to the film they´d just discussed - he DID work out. Now at least.
"That," Hutch said accusingly, "hurt."
But Starsky only looked at him with child-like wide eyes. "C´mon, you never really said 'no' to the idea."
Hutch sighed, met his friend´s gaze and looked away again. "Let´s just drink to old times, Starsk, okay?"
"Let´s drink to new ones."
"How about we just drink?"
"How about you admit you like the idea?"
Hutch looked up at him with an annoyed sigh - and suddenly had to smile at what he saw.. The color of his friend’s once midnight blue eyes might have faded over the years, but whatever else lie in it never had.
"You know," Starsky stated, unaware of the sweet, melancholic, warm, memory-colored wave that washed through his partner in that moment, "I’ll keep on nagging until you say yes, anyway, so you can do it right now just as well."
And with that, he touched his glass to Hutch´s still on the counter in a self-contend gesture, not looking at his friend and therefore not seeing he’d already won.
THE END (?)