Missing Scene - Survival  
     Hutch moved slightly, the flinched in pain, wishing he hadn’t attempted any movement, he thought of the humour of the situation he had moved to get comfortable and had only ended up hurting himself a lot worse. It had been so many hours since his car had been forced off the road into the canyon that Hutch was no longer sure how long he had been laying pinned beneath his car. Hopelessness had set in long ago, and Hutch doubted that he was ever going to be found – or at least found alive. There had been Sunny but the poor old war veteran was in no state of mind to help him. Sunny was fighting a war that was long over and believed that Hutch was the enemy and merely wouldn’t or couldn’t help him.
     “I should’ve called Starsky. I know he said “No, Starsky” … but I could’ve at least called Starsky …could’ve had Starsky come with me and wait in the car.” Hutch thought, though he dismissed the last thought. If Starsky had came with him he would’ve been hurt too – or worse he would’ve been killed, so he settled on wishing that he had at least called Starsky, knowing if he had done that one simple thing that his partner would’ve found him long ago.
    “Now all Starsky’s going to find is my rotting corpse …damn I’m sorry Starsky.” Hutch’s thoughts took on an almost morbid tone as he wondered how badly his body would be decomposed before he was found by his partner. Wondered how Starsky would react to the grisly finding, knowing how much of a devastating blow it would be to himself to find Starsky if the situation were reversed.
    “Quite a mess you got yourself into, Blintz.”
Hutch opened his eyes, he knew that voice all to well, his partner had found him. Though confusion stuck him, when he noticed that Starsky was just standing there, leaning casually against the side of the car.
     “Starsk … you gotta help me.” Hutch pleaded, wondering why Starsky wasn’t helping him.
     “Why would I want to do that? You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out.”
     “I can’t. Please, Starsk … why won’t you help me?”
     “Not my fault you got yourself run off the road.”
Hutch just stared at his friend, unable to believe Starsky’s cold attitude. Starsky had always been the one person he could turn to for help, and never have to doubt that, that help would come.
     “Please …” Hutch pleaded desperately. “Please, help me.”
     “Can’t.”
     “Why not?”
     “Because I am not really here, Hutch. How would I know you were in any kind of trouble? And how would I ever be able to find you when I don’t even know where you were going?”
Starsky statement confused Hutch, how could he not be there, he was standing right there. Hutch blinked and Starsky was gone.
     “STARSKY!” Hutch yelled as loudly as he could, though that was no longer all that loud, his throat was try and his lungs ached. But still the scream echoed off the canyon walls – echoed off just coming right back onto him, making his loneliness seem all that much more worse. Hutch closed his eyes, and broke down in tears.
    “Such a disappointment, you are Kenneth. How many times have I told you, men don’t cry. I am ashamed to have you as a son.”
    “Go away.” Hutch mumbled, not opening his eyes to look at his father. “Starsky wasn’t real and neither are you.”
    “You’ve always been a disappointment, Kenneth. Look at you now, lying here unable to help yourself.”
Hutch opened his eyes and looked at the apparition of his father, trying hard to remember that it was just an illusion and not really his father standing there. “There’s nothing I can do.”
     “Of course not. You never could do anything.”
     “That’s not true.”
     “Your silly notion of becoming a police officer will be the death of you. And what did you accomplish? Nothing? You will not be remembered once you are gone. The mark you’ll leave is a pile of bones.”
     “That’s not true. It’s not true.” Hutch said quietly, closing his eyes against the vision of his father.
     Hutch felt a gentle touch caressing his cheek and opened his eyes, seeing Starsky sitting beside him. He could see the sadness in Starsky’s dark blue eyes, see the tears both fresh and dry that stained his friend’s cheeks.
     “Starsk … you gotta help me.” Hutch said quietly, feeling weaker then he had before.
Starsky shook his head sadly. “I’m gonna miss you, partner.”
     “Nobody’s gonna miss anyone … as long as you help me get out of here.”
     “Can’t.” Starsky said sadly.
Hutch was going to ask why, when he realized that just as before this was only an illusion, though this one seemed much more like the friend he had always known. “Stay with me?”
     “Can’t.” Starsky said, sounding regretful. “I’m sorry, babe.”
     “Please I don’t want to die alone.”
     “Then don’t.” Starsky said, and before Hutch could ask him what he meant he vanished just as quickly as before.
Hutch closed his eyes, he would’ve cried if he had the tears left to cry. He knew he was really getting bad off, because of the fact he was delusional, having seen three separate hallucinations.  The body had started to go numb and there was blackness that was threatening to over take his mind, one that he was afraid that if he gave into he would never awake from.
     “I knew being married to a cop would hold no future.”
Hutch slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurred. “Van?”
     “You could’ve been something, Ken, but you chose to be a cop. We could’ve had it all, we almost did have it all until you decided that you wanted to become a cop, and look what it’s got you – nothing.”
     “Don’t regret it.” Hutch said, his voice was quiet barely even a whisper. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, too heavy to fight to keep open any longer, so he allowed his eyes to close once again.
     “You should, Ken, you should have a lot of regrets.”
Time seemed to lose all meaning to Hutch as he drifted in and out of awareness. Though it was more times of being awake rather awareness, as he really wasn’t aware of anything – anything real at least. Several other apparitions of people he knew appeared to him, all seemed to be telling him the same thing to just give up, that he was never going to make it out of there alive, that he had wasted his life. Hutch was beginning to believe they were right, there was no hope of rescue, that there was nothing to hold onto. Though each time he was about to give into the darkness something pulled him back - Or rather someone. Each time he was about to let go he thought of his partner, his best friend, he thought about Starsky. He thought about his one ‘vision’ of Starsky, his friend had looked so sad he knew his death would be hard on his friend – just as what upset him the most about the thought of death was losing Starsky. Hutch didn’t feel as though he was being conceded to think that his death would have such a devastating effect on his friend he just knew how things were between them – that they were more two halves of one whole rather then two separate people. It was for that reason he fought to stay alive, that he was determined to hold on until the bitter end until death came for him.
     Hutch heard his partner’s voice once again, pulling him out of the darkness, only vaguely aware of Starsky there by his side. He believed it was just another hallucination that Starsky really wasn’t there with him.
     “We made it partner.”
Hutch relaxed, as a peaceful feeling washed over his body. Starsky was really there. Starsky had found him and rescued him from Deaths’ door.