Have You Ever Seen a More Appealing Sight?
SLOWLY, Starsky regained consciousness. As his vision
cleared, he realized that he and his partner had been chained to a dank basement wall. Blinking, he took in flickering
torchlight, scampering rats, and the fetching way Hutch’s clothes had been partially torn from his adorably bruised
body.
Black-robed figures filed into the room, chanting.
“We’re in a fanfic! They’re going to
hurt us. Oh god. They’re going to make us bleed!” Starsky began to tug frantically
at his bonds, but Gunther Industries made quality manacles. “I don’t like bleeding! What
if it’s a…deathfic!?”
Two pairs of blue eyes, one azure and the other cobalt, met each
other with matching appalled expressions. In an adorably dry croak, Hutch said, “It couldn’t…”
Lost in Hutch’s eyes, Starsky desperately wanted to take his
partner in his arms, and kiss every scrape and boo-boo away…
Wait a minute.
Scanning the room, Starsky said, “Hutch, is that guy staring
at you? The one who keeps chanting ‘semen’?”
Hutch was too horrified to speak.
“I know what kinda fic this is!” Starsky
gave Hutch his most reassuring smile. “And don’t worry, buddy, whatever they do to you, I’ll
do it better!”
Slash fic. Gotta love it!
End.
