One very special birthday

(written for a drabble challenge)

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"Happy Birthday, Starsk."

"But..."

He looks at the small box, with so much disbelief.

"Open it!"

"I'm... embarrassed."

"Why?"

" 'Cause you hate sentimentalism."

"This is about a date."

"A date??"

"Yeah… A date with life."

Starsky holds the box tighter and breathes, deeply.

"C'mon, open it!!"

Starsky unties the ribbon, slowly, cautiously, contrary to his habit.

Three shining pieces of distorted metal, reflecting the morning sun.

There is a chill down his spine. There is a tear in his eyes. There is love in his heart.

"Happy Birth Date, Babe."