Author: BellaDonna
Story Title: The tattoo
Gen or Slash: gen
Rating: G
Complete or WIP: complete
Category: double drabble (excluding the titles)
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, I'm just using them to create a story for fun. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: inspired by my challenge response for the challenge at me_and_thee_100 #7 „gun“, I was asked for a sequel to May 20th, 1979 and this is what came to my mind when I pictured the tattoo in my mind
Summary: I know what it is, but why?


The tattoo
by Belladonna

A sign that I survived

He doesn't undress around me anymore. I haven't seen Hutch without a shirt for almost two weeks now. I'm starting to wonder why.
Is it because of me? I know I have these ugly scars now, will always wear them but they even don't bother me that much. Not anymore.

They are a sign that I have survived.

I don't give a damn that he's unblemished, that his body doesn't have the scars mine now does and never will be without.
I have to talk to him about it, set him straight. He's not thinking clearly again, that big dummy.

The tattoo

„What's that, huh?“

He looks up, surprised.

„What's what, Starsk?“

I grab his arm. „This.“

„It's a tattoo.“ He shrugs. But I won't let him get away with this. Not when this was the answer I'd been looking for.

„I know what it is. But why?“

Hutch takes a deep breath before he answers my question.

„It's to remind me of the day you lived, when your heart started to beat again. I failed to protect you but you still survived. It's there to always remind me so I won't fail you again. I might not be so lucky then.“