🎼 David’s Song 🎸
Story synopsis: It’s 1981, almost two years since the events of Sweet Revenge. Starsky is living with his Ma in New York, having fled there the previous year after Hutch unexpectedly kissed him, causing a rift in their relationship that might never be repaired.
Spooked by the revelation that Hutch wants to be more than just platonic best friends, and devastated when the doctors tell him he can no longer be a cop, Starsky makes the decision to get away from both Hutch and Bay City for a while. Maybe for a long while.
Distraught after Starsky leaves town, Hutch quits the force. He desperately wants to go to New York to see Starsky, to apologize and try to salvage whatever is left of their friendship, but he knows he won’t be welcome. There are many nights when he cries himself to sleep. But as his bills start piling up, Hutch soon realizes that he needs to find a new career and calls on their old friend, country singer Sue Ann Grainger, who hires him to be a backup singer and session musician on a new album she’s recording.
Starsky is feeling more alone and depressed by the day as he tries unsuccessfully to move on without his best friend, while Hutch pours out his feelings each night to his plants as he plays his guitar alone in his apartment.
And then one day Starsky turns on the radio and hears a new song by Sue Ann Grainger. He’d heard about Hutch’s new career and recognizes Hutch’s distinctive guitar-playing, but when the song ends and the DJ mentions its name, Starsky grabs his jacket and immediately heads out the door.
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Every little look
Every little smile
I know that you’re mine
Every little touch
Everything you do
I’m nothing without you
Baby oh those lonely nights
When you’re far away from me
You’re my compass, you’re my guiding light
You’re my beacon in an endless sea
My destination is always in sight
No matter how far you are from me
Every wrong becomes a right
When I’ve crossed the boundless sea
And I pour out my heart to you
I pour out my soul
My cup overflows with you
‘Cause you’re all that I know
And I reach out my mind to you
I reach out my soul
And I hold out my hand to you
When one day we’ll be whole
And the endless miles that we’re apart
The rivers, they all flow
Towards the same, unwavering, determined goal
To meet at the end of the road
To see your smiling face
When one day I come home
I’ll be in my rightful place
At the end of the road
And baby, all those lonely nights
When I’ve traveled so far away
I know that I’ll be home again
Home again some day
I count the days when I can be with you
My compass and my light
Because every little time you smile
Everything wrong becomes right
Every little look
Every little smile
I know that you’re mine
Every time you walk
A meter or a mile
I see myself in your smile
And every time you talk
And every time you cry
The distance I would walk
To reach you, I would die
And every little touch
Everything you do
I’m nothing without you
The way you look at me
Baby can’t you see
Without you, there’s no me
There are days when I’m adrift, I’m lost
I’m reachin’ for the shore
I’m tryin’ to get back to you
But I’ve only got one oar
The miles are endless
The distance I have rowed
But you, you are my end
My end of the road
Every little look
Every little smile
And I know that you’re mine
Every little touch
Everything you do
Everything old becomes new
He heads to the nearest record store, walking as fast as he can, and asks for a copy of the song. The sales clerk points to the Top 40 rack and Starsky scrambles to find the 45″. When he has it in his hands, he quickly reads the credits as tears start to form in his eyes. He stares at the words, trying to blink away the tears:
“David’s Song”
by Sue Ann Grainger
Music and Lyrics by Ken Hutchinson
It’s his song. Hutch wrote it for him. And he realizes now what he needs to do, what he’s wanted to do all along but had refused to accept the truth about how he felt. Until now.
He quickly runs back to his Ma’s apartment, grateful to find she’s gone out to the store, and picks up the phone. His heart thudding in his chest, he closes his eyes as he hears one ring after another go unanswered. Please Hutch, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the damn–
“Hello!” the voice on the other end sounds exasperated and out of breath.
“Hutch?”
“Starsk? You okay?”
“Yeah. Listen, I need to tell you something.”
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Anyway, that’s all I’ve got so far. I wrote the song lyrics first, and wasn’t sure what to do with them, so I came up with this synopsis. I’m not sure if I’ll ever actually write the story, because breakup fics stress me out and make me really sad, even when they have a happy ending. But who knows, we’ll see what happens.
In the meantime, keep on slashing, my fellow slashers!