This story was written for
entertainment purposes only and was not intended to infringe upon the rights of
the creators, nor actors of the Starsky and Hutch characters.
BETRAYAL
by TibbieB
June 1999
This short story was written as a
sequel to the episode, "Starsky vs. Hutch". Fans have long been dissatisfied with the episode which pitted
the two partners against one another for the attentions of a female, fellow
detective. Their behavior in this
episode was totally out of character.
This is one writer's effort to offer a possible explanation of what may
have gone on behind the scenes.
Starsky slammed the door of the red Torino and squealed away from the curb without even checking the rear view mirror. In all the time he had known Hutch, both as his friend and his partner, Starsky couldn’t remember ever having been so angry with him.
Sure, there’d been disagreements, some even kind of serious; but he’d always been willing to forgive Hutch anything. But not this time. No—this was different. How could his best friend, his partner, the person who knew him best in the world, betray him like this?
Rather than the speed dissipating Starsky’s anger, each passing block seemed to fuel it. He rolled down the car window and took several deep breaths. The scene that had just played out at Kira’s seemed like a bad dream. Had he really seen Hutch come from her bedroom with a guilt-ridden expression on his face? It must have been true. Hutch wouldn’t even look him in the eye or make any move to deny what had just occurred between them.
It was impossible that Hutch could’ve been so callous as to go to bed with a woman that Starsky had declared his love for only this morning! Did Hutch care for her too, or was he, for some inexplicable reason, doing this to hurt Starsky?
As always, Starsky thought with his heart, rather than his head—and in doing so, denied that Hutch could’ve wanted to hurt him. Not Hutch. Not after all they’d been through together. Not after surviving such tragedies together as losing Gillian and Terry. Hutch loved him like a brother—no, loved him even more than his real brother, Nicky did. Damn, it made no sense!
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Hutch stood on the stoop, watching his best friend speed away, a red blur in the twilight of the evening. Kira had slammed the door behind them as she ordered both men from the house. Time stopped. Hutch felt numb. What had just happened? What was he thinking?
Something about Kira was irresistible. Hutch had gone to Kira’s to confront her about her feelings for Starsky and her feelings for him. What she’d said about being able to love more than one person had made sense to him at the time. He really couldn’t deny that he, himself had found it possible to be involved with more than one woman at a time.
One thing had led to another, and before he knew it, Starsky was forgotten. I’m only human. Starsky is a big boy. All’s fair in love and war... Hutch knew these were only cliches, but he clung to them, perhaps out of confusion, more likely out of guilt.
Quietly, the door opened a crack. Lost in these thoughts, Hutch had no idea how long he’d been standing there. Kira opened the door a little further. “Hutch, I’m so glad you didn’t go. Please come in. I don’t want to be alone right now,” she simpered. Hutch wanted to resist, to run after Starsky, but somehow, he was compelled to do as she asked.
Kira looped her arms around his neck and lightly touched her lips to his, drawing him into the room.