WHO DO YOU TRUST?

by: Rivanna Michaels

Popping the trunk, Starsky squatted until he was eye-level with the shivering blond inside, "Hutch, you okay? Do you know who I am?"

Hutch's wide-open stare only emphasized the fear behind the fever-brightened eyes.

"It's me... Starsky." Extending a hand, he gently stroked a bare, dirt-encrusted knee. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Flinching at the touch, Hutch remained curled within the trunk, focused on the dark blue eyes holding his.

Starsky ducked his head, studying the desperate gaze. "Do you trust me?"

Frail, blood-covered fingers edged closer, intertwining amongst the strong knuckles on his leg.

It was a start.

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