The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 1/18

Author: Kim R. a.k.a. MYSTICMCKIGHT

Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Emergency. Also, the character Mike Stoker is in no relation to the real one. Since they are no longer using them I’ve decided to take our boys out of the ‘closet’ and let them play and be happy. Enjoy.

Summary: What should have been a simple response to an emergency turns into a what will sa nea never ending nightmare.

Warnings: This is an Au story, also language, violence, abuse, attempted rape (I will not be graphic), and death (though not of E characters)

Rating: NC-17 (see warnings and m/m sex)

Pairing: John/Roy (Emergency fandom )

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"The Never Ending Call"

The squad rolled back into the station, the engine already there after their call to a structure fire earlier that morning, where peo people had been trapped inside and Johnny had taken a bad spill after handing over the older woman he had been carrying out, to Chet and Marco. Johnny who said he was fine and managed to do his job, accompanied the patients to Rampart where they had finally returned after Roy 'insisted' that Johnny be checked out.

Johnny jumped out of the squad, "if there's no more of Mike's spaghetti left over, you, Pally are buying me lunch," he growled at his partner.

"You're just mad because you know I was right," Roy replied, not going to get upset by Johnny's bout of temper.

"I was 'fine', Roy, even Bracket said so," Johnny retorted as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but he also agreed that it was best to check you out, after all…"

"I don't want to hear it," Johnny said firmly, as he turned to face Roy, both now in the middle of the kitchen and in full view of the rest of the crew. "The car accident was over a year ago and I've been back to work for the last six months, when are you going to let it go…I…am …fine."

"Gage is right," Chet interjected. "After all, he is superman," he snorted.

Johnny glared at Chet, "I never said that nor did I mean that, it's…well…I feel as if your smothering me," he snapped at Roy.

"Junior, you almost died," Roy replied, frantic that Johnny just didn't understand. True he didn'dersderstand…every motive Roy had for his actions, but couldn't he just accept that he cared and be done with it. Let him have his 'mothering' as Johnny put it a few times.

"It wasn't the first time!"

"Gage," Hank snapped, not liking what he was hearing.

"I'm sorry," Johnny apologized, not only to the Captain but Roy as well. "I didn't mean it like that. It's…I've been hurt before as have you, but…you seem…over protective recently and I have to admit, its driving me crazy, okay."

"Okay, and I guess your right," Roy admitted, for what else could he say. That this last time as he held his partner' hand he realized that he loved him and if he didn't have a wife he'd find some way to make Johnny his forever…no, not likely. "I'm sorry; I'll…back off, okay?"

"Thank you and I'm sorry too," Johnny replied as he shook Roy's hand bringing this agreement to an end. He really wasn't upset about the 'protectiveness' that Roy showed, it was t'ten'tenderness' that went with it. He had enough trouble dealing with his feelings for his partner, and had just gotten it under control when suddenly after the accident, Roy seemed to be everywhere, in his space, looking out for him, and…touching him. They were small gestures, but they sent shivers down his spine every time and it brought out his feeling, feelings that he didn't want to have. He didn't want to love Roy DeSoto, for he was a married man, and such feelings would only lead to self-destruction, so he was forced to push him away, but he didn't want to lose him either. It would be a difficult challenge, but he'd find away, one day at a time.

"Now that, that is over, sit and have some lunch," Mike offered. "I saved you guys some…"



Johnny and Roy shared a look, knowing that any missed time that could have gone to eating was both their faults, before rushing to the squad. Captain Stanley handed Roy the call sheet and watched his two paramedics leave, shaking his head, and a soft chuckle.

"What's so funny, Cap," Marco asked, having finished dinner and saw his Captain's actions.

"Nothing, just those two act like an old married couple at times," Hank smirked.

"That's because they are more than partners and amigos, they are brothers, and in my family, bros ars argue 'all' the time, even a few fists get involved, but woe to the one who tries to stand against either of them," Marco replied sagely. "So, do you think Mike will let us have their spaghetti?"

"I don't know, but we can ask," Hank grinned as they both headed back to the Kitchen.

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Roy was familiar with this area of town and knew the bank as well, so knew there was another entrance and a parking lot in the back, which would be a whole lot safer than parkin the the street. He really had been more careful of his precious partner since that terrible accident where a car had hit his partner as he was retrieving the drug box. Roy recalled every moment of that day and of the six months of watching Johnny fight his way back from those injuries that had almost taken his life. It did seem at times that, that incident had never occurred, but if one looked close, as Roy has done many times, one could still see the slight scars, on the chin and on Johnny's slender hands, where they were cut deeply from some of the glass and steel. There were also more, but Roy only got a look at them at a glance as Johnny changed or took a shower, though he inverted his eyes not to see more, or at least tried too, so not to make too much of a fool of himself.

So Roy now tried to think a few steps ahead whenever he could, and thus he pulled around back and parked and radioed the dispatch to have the ambulance use the same entrance before exiting the unit to join Johnny in gathering their equipment and heading in.

As soon as they entered they were met by a woman in her late thirties, who looked beside herself. "Thank goodness you’re here. I was beginning to panic," she told them as she started to show them where she wanted them to go. "He was just opening an account and he started to look…sickly…"

"We're going to check him out, ma'am," Roy interjected calmly and firmly to assure the woman and moved with Johnny seeing their patient, surrounded by two other woman, which one was about to offer him some water.

"Is that for taking medication," Johnny asked before allowing the man to take it.

"I'm not on anything," the older man, replied, as he mopped his balding forehead with a white kerchief.

"Than it's best for you to wait," Johnny replied, gently taking watewater and handing it back to the woman, since he knew that it was best not to offer anything not authorized at this point. "My name is John Gage and this is my Partner Roy DeSoto, were paramedics and we're going to check you out, see if we can't find out what's wrong, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I've been feeling exhausted and my left arm is killing me," the older man replied, subconsciously rubbing his left arm.

"What's your name," Roy asked as he started setting up the equipment as Johnny made ready to take some vitals, as he was helping the patient remove his brown jacket and tie.

"My real name is Buster McKeaton, and I don't know if our old enough, but I've heard all the jokes," he grumbles as Johnny takes off the light blue dress shirt, to help him remove the undershirt beneath. "I prefer to be called Bob, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, sir," Roy replied, holding back a slight smirk, understanding why the guy didn't care for his name, and glanced to see how Johnny was reacting and noted that he didn't seem to get it. Just as well that not everyone recalled the old film star Buster Keaton.

The two men worked in tandem, as Johnny took vitals and Roy reported them to Rampart, and in turned, reiterated their instructions and Johnny followed them, and he assisted. By the time the ambulance attendants showed up, the two paramedics had 'Bob' wired up and sending the EKG to Rampart while Johnny had the IV's going. It turned out that 'Bob' was having a heart attack, but it was mild and they had caught it in time, as Bracket commented over the phone to Roy.

"He said once you give him that, we can transport," Roy told Johnny who was ctincting the last of the medication into the IV when the unexpected happened.

No one noticed right away, as five men opened the front doors to the bank and stormed it, but it became very apparent when one of them shot off their gun I in the air as another shouted, "This is hold up, everyone hit the ground!" From there everything went into slow motion for Roy as he watched people screaming, trying to take cover or drop to the ground; all but the security guard, who attempted to pull his gun. Roy felt like lead as he moved, though it was not for the guard, he was too far away; no it was Johnny, he was directly behind the guard in line of the bullet that was shortly to head his way.

Then like lightening it was over for the moment, as Roy laid on top of Johnny, the desk, taking the brunt of the portion of the bullet that exited the now deuarduard, as the bullet exited the back of his head.

"I said on the ground, now!" the same voice shouted.

"Roy," Johnny whispered from under him.

"Not now," Roy replied in a hush, thinking Johnny wanted him off him.

"Bob," Johnny simply said, and it was enough for Roy to look and see that 'Bob' was not fairing so well now, as the added stress and fear was now sending him into V-tack.

"Shit," Roy said and started to move, but the barrel of the gun at his cheek caused him to freeze.

"What do we have here," another male voice asked, not sounding very caring, just curious.

"Please, we pae paramedics, and that man in the chair is having a heart attack, let us help him," Roy said as calmly as he could, feeling Johnny shake beneath him, for it was clear these guys could and would kill if they so desired.

"Hey, look what we got over here," the male that held the gun called out.

"Fuck," a third male growled. "What is this shit?"

"Paramedics. Says pops here is having a heart attack and want to help him. Think I should let them?"

"What are you two girls up too," the first voice shouted. "We're on a time table, lets move!"

"I'll handle this," the third man replied coldly and stepped in sight of both Roy and Johnny, to see he was about as tall as Mike, similar in build and wearing a black and red ski mask, with what Roy would swear was an AK-47, which he used to put 'Bob' out of his misery with one bullet to the head. "Now it ain't a problem any more."

"You, fucking bas," ," Johnny roared, never having experienced witnessing such brutally before and his sense of justice and morality rose in anger. Thankfully Roy was still on top of him enough to keep him put.

Roy saw the man step toward him, "you just killed our patient, he's upset," he called out, hoping to deter this killer's wraith from himself or Johnny.

"Get ass ass over here," the first voice shouted, seeming to be talking to the one that killed Mr. McKeaton.

A fourth voice shouted, "I hear sirens, times up!"

"You two fucking lovebirds cost us," the first guy growled, seemingly at his men. "Lets get the fuck out of here!"

"We've got cops…two so far," the fourth voice shouted.

"A shield or two would be nice," a strangely calm fifth male voice offered.

"I know just the one," the man that had killed Bob sneered out and pushed
Roy aside and grabbed Johnny up by the collar and yanked him to his feet. "You think I'm a fucking bastard now, wait until later," he glared dangerously at the young man in his grasp.

Roy was not thinking clearly, as he only saw his Johnny in trouble, "Let him go, take me instead," he shouted, moving to pull Johnny free.

"Take them both, we don't have time," the Leader shouted as they all started to hover toward the front.

Roy was grabbed by what he now saw was a slimmer man, shorter than Marco and as slim as Johnny, with a similar gun, and held one arm around his neck, while hovering the barrel of the gun between his head and those around him.

Johnny's capture was holding him tightly around the throat, barely alng hng him to breathe, as he dragged him along, the barrel of his gun caressing his cheek for a moment as the bastard chuckled then pointed it outward moving as if he had no cares what so ever in the world; he was invincible now he had his human shield.

Roy with his escort and Johnny with his, were forced out the door first, and Roy could just see the two cops just pulling up their weapons in frustration, seeing the two hostages. He was dragged backwards, and could just see Johnny, being dragged in a large black van, via the back end, back wards, and soon he too followed the same way. Then the doors were closed as the van sped off.

"Leave the masks on," the Leader growled, seeing that the bastard that still held Johnny way tig tight around the neck was about to his his off. "And let him go," the Leader snarled backhanding the same guy upside the head. "He isn't any good to us dead, you idiot."

Roy was relieved to see Johnny gasp for air, as he was already red from the struggle t so so earlier. He was even more relieved when the jerk shoved Johnny in his direction. He grabbed his partner and did a visual as he helped him sit next to him. He arranged his hand on Johnny's shoulder to appear as if assisting, when in fact it was comfort; the only he could offer at the moment. He could see Johnny was scared, shit he was too. Only he had been in something like this, back in Nam', so he could be a touch calmer, but he knew that these men meant business and their odds of survival were not good, as these men had already proven they were murders as well as bank robbers.

ey, ey, did you at least get the…"

"Shut up, there'll be no talking," the Leader snarled, this time at the guy that had held Roy hostage. "I need time to think and we have cops on our tail. We're going to have to resort to plan B and I'm sure you know how 'thrilled' I am about that," he added sarcastically. "So, until I say otherwise, it's mouths shout, masks on and plan B, for these two clowns are the only thing keeping the cops at bay, got it?"

A round of got it, filled the air moments before the van kissed the corner to hard and squealed the tires, knocking Johnny into Roy, who was more than glad to hold his partner, even if for a second or two, before the van straitened and he helped Johnny sit up again. Now the only sound that filled the air was sirens and tire squeals, as both men waited to know their fate at the hands of these killers.

****End of Part One****