This was written as a reply to Duluthgirl's - "Go To Sleep"
Go to Sleep -- by Duluthgirl
http://starskyhutch911.livejournal.com/937176.html
Alcohol wasn’t a toy, but he played with it anyway. Not to get drunk, and not because he needed to, but because he was a cop and it warmed him like sex, resulting in the same plummet into sleep. He needed sleep. He wondered what another ten years on the force would do for his relationship with booze. That wonder ceased as he drank another. Starsky once gave him a brandy to ease Vanessa’s death. He said it was okay. But now Starsky wasn’t there. He was hardly ever there. Where was Starsky tonight to tell him it was okay?
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My Answer: "Wake Up" by Sam KW.
How could I forget? I gripped the door knob tightly. He hadn't called me today like he did when he found Vanessa's body in his living room. There he was, a rag doll tossed around; broken, destroyed, damaged. I slithered my arm around his shoulder, just what he could handle. I wouldn't shatter him and lose him forever. The brandy was just a temporary solution. He didn't really need it. Not then, not today. Not anymore. With Hutch, my oath's to protect, love, trust, and serve, until my last breath. It's a brand new day, Hutch; it's not okay anymore.
Go to Sleep -- by Duluthgirl
http://starskyhutch911.livejournal.com/937176.html
Alcohol wasn’t a toy, but he played with it anyway. Not to get drunk, and not because he needed to, but because he was a cop and it warmed him like sex, resulting in the same plummet into sleep. He needed sleep. He wondered what another ten years on the force would do for his relationship with booze. That wonder ceased as he drank another. Starsky once gave him a brandy to ease Vanessa’s death. He said it was okay. But now Starsky wasn’t there. He was hardly ever there. Where was Starsky tonight to tell him it was okay?
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My Answer: "Wake Up" by Sam KW.
How could I forget? I gripped the door knob tightly. He hadn't called me today like he did when he found Vanessa's body in his living room. There he was, a rag doll tossed around; broken, destroyed, damaged. I slithered my arm around his shoulder, just what he could handle. I wouldn't shatter him and lose him forever. The brandy was just a temporary solution. He didn't really need it. Not then, not today. Not anymore. With Hutch, my oath's to protect, love, trust, and serve, until my last breath. It's a brand new day, Hutch; it's not okay anymore.