The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 13/?
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
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 what will seem a 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"


Roy was beside himself with panic…his Johnny was gone and he didn't know where or why, just that he was in trouble. He started to run back to the church when he spotted a small group of people, one an older Caucasian man, carrying what looked like an old fashion medical bag, entering the very same church. He dashed inside not far behind them, "Where did they take him," he demanded of Javier.

"I don't know, Roy," Maria's brother replied sincerely, as he stood with Teresa as the other four people moved in and were placing their items down.

"You're Roy," the older man asked, looking the blond man over with some warmth, "I'm Doctor Thomas, I see she's doing okay, I was worried when we lost contact," he smiled and moved to shake Roy's hand.

Roy shook it absently, "I'm sorry Doc, but I have more pressing issues. Chavez has taken Johnny and I don't know where or w"
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Thomas looked at the man by the little girl, "What is going on?"

Javier explained again what he could, and that Maria went with Chavez in hopes of helping him. "Beyond that I can't say. There are no more vehicles in the village. They were not planning on coming back anytime soon, as they knew you were coming, Doctor, and would take Roy back with you."

"Of course I'll take him…"

"I'm not leaving without Johnny," Roy declared firmly.

"I don't know what to tell you, son. We can use the radio to call the police, but I doubt they will do much…I'm…sorry," Thomas replied, knowing that there were dangers dealing with rebels, but one did if they were to help the villagers that were at their mercy.

"Her vitals are strong and the area looks healthy," one of the other men said, having checked Teresa out while the three men were talking. "Whoever did the operation did a good job closing," the man commented.

"Johnny did it. He was worried he didn't recall all you said, but seeing her awake earlier was a good sign," Roy said, rubbing his forehead, he was sick with worry. "I just don't understand what they would want with him…and not me?"

"They were only being paid for him, and no I don't know why. Maria didn't over hear anything else," Javier explained.

Roy suddenly looked at the doctor, "You said you had a radio, can I borrow it?"

"It's back at the boat, but sure, though as I said, I don't think the police will do much," Thomas replied feeling miserable that he couldn't help the young man that had saved the little girls life. "But Julio will take you there," he added gesturing to one of his aides.

Roy thanked the doctor and ran with the aide back to the boat; fear pumping adrenalin into his system. He didn't know why, but he knew he had to act fast or his beloved would be lost forever; he couldn't let that happened. Once on the boat, designed to travel narrower and shallower bodies of water, Roy was led to the radio and he took a moment then switched the channel, hoping he recalled the frequency correctly. He needed help and the only one he felt he could count on was the man that would take this assault on Johnny as a personal front; Colonel Argentine. He just hoped he wasn't too far away and could get here in time.

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The term scared shitless seemed inappropriate as it didn't begin to describe how he felt. He had been roughly grabbed in the kitchen area, with two men pointgunsguns at him, a third at the women in the kitchen and was told to be quiet. He was then forced marched, half dragged to where several jeeps were waiting and then bound and gagged and tossed into the back of one of the jeep on the floor, which was too small for his tall body, thus causing pain in his legs and neck. Of course there was the fact that he didn't know what was happening and couldn't see Roy anywhere. Roy wasn't around to tell him it would be okay, that it wasn't time to panic…and so he did panic. It didn't help the comments that whipped past him as the men chattered; things like he's pretty but not that pretty or something about money. The first thing that came to him as fear filled mind waswas was being sold; but why? He might have had ideas, but fought to keep them at bay, the sheer terror of having a gun and boot on you back while being whisked away in a dirty smelly jeep to some unknown fate filled his mind enough.

He ignored the few words he could understand as two of the men commented on his tears. Shit, if they were in his spot, he bet they'd be crying too. He started to realize this was going to be it, he'd never get home, much less see his Roy again. Roy…he started to fear that Roy might be in another jeep, just as trusted up as he was. //Please, please let him be okay,// he prayed, no longer thinking completely of himself. //And please…help,// he added to his prayer.

He had nea hea how long he had been traveling as each passing minute was agony and it felt as if it was lasting forever, then the jeep came to a stop. He could hear voices in the distance and then suddenly after some footsteps coming near he was grabbed and pulled up; he came face to face with Tony!

"Yep, this is pretty boy, alright," he grinned darkly He started grabbing Johnny farther out of the jeep, laughing as Johnny fell to the ground, his legs not capable of sustaining him as they had fallen asleep awhile ago. "Down on your knees all ready are we," Tony chuckled; his dark intentions clear in his voice. "Ah, but you'll have to wait for a bit." He then turned back to Chavez, "and his effects?"

Chavez snapped his fingers and Johnny saw his and Roy's back packs being handed over to Marco…but there was no sign of Roy. Johnny prayed that was a good sign. "Okay, pay him," Tony ordered, dragging Johnny to what he just realized was a house in an even smaller villagehnnyhnny was half dragged half carried in the house and down a short hall into a room where several woman, and two little girls were huddled together in fear; they flinched when Tony entered the room. Johnny was tossed on the floor in the corner. "Don't move pretty boy or I'll kill you," he threatened. "The boss isn't that particular if you're breathing when we bring you to him," he smirked and left.

Johnny looked at the three woman, and children, and could see they felt for him, but were too fearful to move. Their faces told the story however, the bruises and the tears. Tony and Marco had terrorized this place; he just wondered where the men were…of did he know. //What if Roy is here, but they just didn't bring him out of the jeep yet,// Johnny feared, feeling more of his own grief overtake him. He tried not to cry and swallowed as many of the tears he could.

At the sound of the jeeps leaving he felt his stomach knot; he wanted to vomit, but dared not as he was gagged. He tried to calm down but found it impossible. So he closed eyeseyes and focused on his love; if nothing else, he would try to keep the smiling face of his beloved in his mind…to take comfort and be his last thought when the time came. The sound of footsteps coming close caused him to open his eyes and once more Tony was there, entering the room, but Marco was with him, both grinning like idiot. "We shouldn't take too longe boe boss would not be too happy," Marco suggested.

"Keep your shirt on," Tony growled, then smirked at Johnny and the woman. "We have time to play and I intend to do just that," he said as he started farther in the room. Mario shook his head, "Perhaps," and left the room.

Tony moved in front of Johnny, chuckling to see the dark haired man struggle to shift away from him. He reached out and caressed his face, "I just bet you've had a man or too, you're too fucking pretty not too," Tony leered. "Be nice and cooperate and I just might put a good word in with the boss; you might live through this," he said, tracing Johnny's cheekbones with a finger, then his parted lips.

"Don't move," a woman's voice growled from behind Tony.

Johnny's eyes went wide as he didn't see Maria arrive, but there she was, gun in hand and pointing it at Tony. But his relief was short lived as he spotted Marco entering the room. He tried to warn her but his mumbles and looks went unnoticed and Marco butted her in the back of the head; his rescue at a disastrous end.

"Bitch," Tony snarled turning and kicking Maria in the stomach a couple of times, her body limp already just took it. He then looked at Johnny, "I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson," he growled as if Maria's assault was Johnny's doing. He then squatted down again, and grabbed Johnny's hair and pulled his head up so he could see his dark eyes. "The boss may have paid for you, but you belong to me. Perhaps you need to see how good it can be…yes?"

Johnny shook his head violently no, but it only caused Tony to laugh harder. "Get us some wine, Marco. I think the ladies want to help us out a bit and show pretty boy just how good it really can be, don't you," he laughed as he stood up.

"You can have the girly man, but that Chiquita," he leered at a girl that looked twelve, "she's mine. I 'love' fresh meat," Marco laughed. "If she's anything like her mother, she'll be a treat," he added as he moved to get them something to drink to get their party started.

The realization of what was about to happen scared and infuriated Johnny; Tony and Marco were going to rape the woman, and Marco was going to rape a child…a child! He didn't want Tony raping him, but at least he was an adult; the fact that these…things could even consider touching a child in thatteatter made his blood boil. He watched as Tony tied up Maria, muttering of how he would enjoy showing her what a real man was like. //What would you know about being a man,// Johnny thought and only growled. Then he stopped, he knew what he had to do, he had to help stop this some how. He started working on his ropes; they were like before. He also looked around and saw the different types of items in the room, a living room without much of anything in it, but he had to try something…anything.

Marco had reentered the room with several bottles of wine and handed two to Tony and while holding the other two, he grabbed the little girl, cooing at her, as the older woman grabbed the child and tried to hold on, begging him to leave the child alone. One of the women even volunteered to take her place…it was in that instant that Johnny saw true bravery of heart…the courage to take the place of another. Marco was not having it, and pulled his gun and used the butt of it on the face of the one that volunteered, splitting her lip; Tony laughed, "I don't think they take you seriously enough," he taunted.

"They will," Marco growled and then shot one of the older women, by the screams Johnny could tell it had been the mother of the brave woman and grandmother to the children. Marco then grabbed the child and dragged her kicking and screaming from the room.

Tony snickered as he moved on the two grieving woman, the same woman, who had volunteered herself, placed the smaller child physically behind her, her eyes defiant, begging him to go away. "I don't touch children," Tony snarled. "That's Marco," he laughed. "No, I like them young…ripe…and…" he looked at Johnny, "pretty," he smirked. “Doesn't seem to be much of a selection left, though I doubt grandma had any appeal," Tony muttered as if shopping for peanut butter.

Johnny growled out his anger and pleas, preferring Tony took him than the others', but Tony was not listening. He caressed a reluctant face of the one woman, "nice, but I already had you…so…" he looked at the other woman and grabbed her and shoved her to the center of the room. He looked at the other woman and child and spoke fluent Spanish and told them if they interfered he'd shoot the children.

Johnny couldn't let this happen…he couldn't. He felt his hand slip from the rope and when he saw his chance, as Tony placed gun gun back in his jacket, moving to the woman, his attention diverted, he sprang, rushing Tony as a linebacker to the opposing Quarterback, knocking him into the far wall. Trecorecovered quickly and grabbed Johnny, but Johnny was ready, and though he allowed the grab, he had a goal…get rid of the gun; he sent it flying and shouted that the women should run…the blow to the jaw not only sent him flying back, but caught his attention.

"So, you like it rough," Tlauglaughed. "You'll be so much fun to train," he added, licking his slightly bloody lip.

Screams in the background filled the air and it distracted Johnny, and so Tony got a jump on him, sending him flying back once more, where he landed on the floor sideway. He barely noticed that the two women and the child were too frightened to move, as Tony stormed toward him. He caught Tony in the abdomen with his feet, giving a solid kick, buying him time to get to his feet; his lessons on how to fight were coming back to him as if a floodgate had been opened; fear replaced with anger and rage.

The screams and cries from the other room urged him onward as he fought, but Tony decided to play dirty and grabbed the same woman he had done before and used her as a shield, laughing, then slammed her into Johnny, taking advantage of the moment, to grab Johnny and slam him into a wall, not once but twice. He then threw Johnny down on the ground on his back and pinned him. "I'm buying you a collar, baby," he laughed as if this had been nothing more than foreplay, which to him it mave bve been. He forced a kiss on Johnny, not caring that Johnny was clenching his jaw shut.

Johnny felt his shirt b rip ripped and struggled, fighting Tony as best he could, but Tony was bigger and in this position able to pin him. He tried to recall what Argentine had told him once; the man who is first to anger is also first to lose the fight. He needed to calm himself, he needed another option. Then as if lighting, it dawned on him; the knife in his boot. Johnny had never harmed anyone before, but he knew he had to do something…he just had too. So he ignored Tony's hands as they touched him in places he would never let any man but Roy touch again, and slowly reached for the knife in his boot.

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The sound of vehicles approaching the village rapidly, had Roy's heart pounding, for he was unsure what he would do if it was Chavez. If it where just the two of them, he'd make the man talk, but Roy would be out numbered and out gunned with the rebels that Chavez led. He remained as calm as he could, glad that the village had been evacuated via Colonel Argentine's instructions. They were taken down to the boat, where it would be safe or so he hoped.

Roy spotted a vehicle…another jeep, enter the village and came to a quick halt. He sighed a sigh of relief…it was Colonel Argentine. "You made good timing," Roy greeted, never more glad to see this man than he was now.

"Search the office," the Colonel ordered his men, and then met Roy half way, "I hope it is soon enough. I apologize; I should have not trusted Captain Chavez. I thought the debt he owed me would have been enough…"

"Don't blame yourself," Roy replied, for he could see the grief of knowing Johnny was in trouble was eating at him as it was. "I don't know where they went…"

"My men are searching the office. Chavez was known for keeping notes and as this 'is' his base of operations…one of them, there is a chance we may find a clue, come," he ordered moving quickly to where Chavez had his office. He reached the door when Meir ran out, handing the Colonel a note pad. Argentine looked at it and smirked, "I know this place, it's not too far, lets go,"ordeordered. He turned when Roy was approaching, "you should wait…"

"Like hell," Roy growled. "I was in Nam' and there is no way in hell I'm remaining behind, short of you shooting me," he challenged.

Argentine looked at Roy for a long moment, "Come," he said and both men loaded into the front jeep, a good portion of the rest of the crew in the other three and they were off.

//Hold on, Junior I'm coming…help is coming,// he mentally called out to hiser. er.

Time seemed to drag as they traveled the unpaved roads, flying almost blind as they made their way toward where they hoped Johnny would be. Roy remained silent as did everyone else; though in the beginning a few told him not to worry they'd get their little brother back. Roy smiled at the thought of how Johnny had won over these men that they cared as much as he and the Colonel did. He also started thinking of all the ways one can get revenge on another human. He even thought of scalping, but decided it would 'insult' Johnny as his love had explained that scalping though associated with Indian's didn't come from them, but the white man that took Indian scalps and sold them for profit, long before the Indians decided to return the favor as it were. //So, cut off his balls, shove them down his throat and then kick his ass within an inch of his life…then do it again until I get tired,// he thought. It wasn't original, but it would do…for now.

They entered the village, it was quiet, no signs of anyone. The vehicles came to a stop and every slowly disembarked, the crew spreading out quietly. Roy and Argentine took a few small steps, trying to figure out which building if any, held Johnny and his captive. The sound of gun fire answered that question for them.

****End of Part 13****