The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 14/?
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"
he she sound of shots fired was like ice shards piercing Roy's heart, each one painful. After it stopped he along with the others rushed toward this one house, in the main area. Argentine entered the building after two of his men, Roy on his tail. The sound of a woman screaming suddenly filled the moment. Roy and the Colonel rounded the corner and saw two women, hugging a little girl, huddled in the corner. There was a lot of blood on the floor and on one of the walls. There were also two bodies.

Roy rushed in and turned the male…it was Tony! He had multiple stab wounds to his neck, chest and stomach, Roy blanched out of fear for his lover than the sight; he'd seen worse.

"This woman has been shot," Argentine told Roy as the Colonel checked out the old woman on the ground.

Roy got up and looked around, there was no sign of Johnny, and seeing Tony he knew he was here. He headed out, two of the crew tagging along. He searched room after room and finally to the back to a far bedroom. He stood in the door and felt nauseous, as there laid weeping, a twelve year old girl who looked as if she had been recently raped. Roy let his eyes search the room, but it was very dark and he could just see the blood splattered on the far wall, then looked down; Marco lay dead, his brains blown out as well as shot in the chest…but where was Johnny? Slowly he moved in and the girl flinched in fear. He raised his hands to show they were unarmed and spoke in a soft soothing voice, "Its okay," he said. "Get a blanket," he asked one of the other men. "And one of the other women if you can." Seeing one of the men leave he took another step, speaking softly, but the girl only stared at him in fear and in shock.

Roy decided not to push the issue, and waited until they brought one of the women, it didn't take long ane woe woman that sported a large bruise on her face entered crying and grabbed up her little girl. Roy wanted to help, but he needed to find Johnny. He was about to leave when another sound caught his attention…a sob…but not the girls. The room was very dark, so he looked for a light and spotted a lantern. He asked the guy with him for a light and to have the mother take her daughter out of here, as it might be easer not to see the dead man on the floor.

Roy waited until the mother left, with the help of Rico, and then lit the lantern and looked…and gasped. There in the far corner was Johnny curled up, his back to the wall, covered in blood and holding a gun. Johnny was shaking and softly sobbing, not a good combination, and Roy knew what had happened and felt his heart break. John Gage, a true healer had killed. Johnny didn't like harming flies as it were, much less taking the life of another person and he was not taking it very well. Roy had seen this in Vietnam, after a newbie made his first kill. Some handled it okay, others became cold killing machines, their souls shriveled up, and some…like Johnny…cracked. "Junior," he called out softly, slowly making way way to Johnny, because he didn't want to startle him, for Johnny still held the gun in such a manner it could still go off. "Junior, it's me, babe, Roy," he said again, moving slowly into a crouch before Johnny. He waited for Johnny to take notice of him, but it was slow in coming, but soon Johnny looked up, his face covered in blood as well.

Slowly he stared and blinked, "Roy," he asked, his voice that of a lost child.

"It's me, Junior, I'm here," Roy replied and moved to his knees very slowly so he could get closer. "Junior, I need you to put the gun down, okay? Put the gun down," he directed, not noticing Argentine in the doorway watching silently.

"They were hurting them, Roy," Johnny replied, his voice still sounding lost and hurt. "They were hurting…them," Johnny softly sobbed.

"I know, babe, but it's over. Put the gun down so I can hold you," Roy asked, knowing that trying to take it might not go well.

"No," Johnny snapped back in fear. "They might come back, I…I have to…to help them," he argued, his eyes growing wide with fear and anxiety.

"Mihijo," Carlos Argentine called out, his firm voice resonating in the room and catching Johnny's attention. "We're here, Mihijo, we can stop them and keep everyone safe. Give Roy the gun," he instructed firm but gently.

Johnny looked at the Colonel then Roy, his mind whirling in thought, then dropped the gun and broke dintointo soul shuttering sobs as he reached for Roy. Roy shoved the gun aside and grabbed Johnny up and pulled him into his arms, and held him tightly, whispering words of love and comfort.

Argentine decided it was best to leave the two men alone for a while, and left to oversee the others. It was clear in his eyes that this had broken his heart, seeing such a young bright sprit tainted as such. He vowed revenge not only on Chavez, but those behind this too. But first, he needed to attend the wounded and, honor the dead; for his men had found the males of the family, all shot, then he would oversee Johnny and Roy's 'safe' passage to Mexico City.

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After Johnny had finally cried himself into an exhausted sleep, Roy tried to move him, but his legs had fallen asleep. He had never seen a man…hell, anyone cry as deeply and as hard as Johnny. He kept crying that he had too, and Roy saw the price Johnny's actions cost him; a piece of his soul. Johnny had killed, taken a life and no matter what, he'd never be the same again; no one ever could be. Roy recalled his time in ‘Nam and his first kill; it shook him to the core…it was one of the reasons he wanted to be a fireman and then Paramedic, to heal…take away the darkness. He hoped Johnny would be able to find that light again, but in the mean time he'd be there, every step of the way. //Now, to just get off the floor,// he mentally grumbled and again tried to stand.

Roy looked up as Carlos entered the room, concern in his eyes, looking ever the worried father if Roy ever saw one. "He's asleep," Roy whispered, "can you give me a hand, my legs fell asleep too," he smiled lightly.

Argentine moved quickly and quietly and lifted Johnny from Roy's arms, noticing that once more the two men were covered in blood; had the situation not been so serious, he would have commented on the fact. "Another room would be best to get him cleaned up in, and then we'll head back where the doctor can look at him," he informed Roy, though waited a moment to see the nod of understanding and acceptance.

Roy got up slowly and made his way to another room where the Colonel laid Johnny down so gently you would have thought Johnny was a porcelain doll. Then he turned to Roy, "I'll have water, towels and if I can some spare clothes sent. It would be best if 'neither' of you were seen with any blood when he wakes," he told Roy as he moved to pass him, then stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder, "My men would not approve of such things…" he started.

"And you," Roy retorted, knowing that Argentine had quickly discovered the nature of their relationship; it was not like he was hiding a short while ago.

The Colonel was quiet a moment as if pondering that simple question, "In his time of darkness he called for you and you brought him peace…I would never deny him that," he finally said, though there was some anger in his eyes. "You were to protect him…" Argentine said, and then clamped down on his anger; he knew it was unfair, but who said emotions were rational.

"I know," Roy replied, the guilt full in his tone and face. "I didn't trust Chavez from the beginning, but I allowed myself to believe that since we did well with the little girl…" Roy shook his head. "I shouldn't have left him alone…"

"Stop," Argentine ordered, then turned to face Roy. "I was wrong to blame you; it is anger…more at this happening than you. You told me what happened and it was 'I' that placed you in Chavez's hands. So, if blame is to be dished, half the pie is mine if not more." Carlos raised his hand to forestall Roy's words. "We will have a life time to argue guilt, for now…care for him, and I will see you safely to Mexico City, I promise," he stated then left.

Roy knew Argentine was right, he would have a life time to deal with guilt, but now Johnny needed him. He moved to the bed and slowly started stripping his sleeping lover, seeing for the first time the torn shirt and ripped off buttons on the top of the pants; Roy's hands shook for a moment at the implications. He stopped moving and took a calming breath; he needed to be strong for Johnny. He then continued to strip Johnny down. Rico had brought water, some first aid materials if needed and cloths for bathing Johnny. Meir brought two sets of clothes; they would be too baggy for Johnny and a touch tight on him, but they would do for now.

Slowly Roy bathed his lover, noticing the welts and bruises of a struggle, and the split lip. It took some time to determine that it was not all blood on Johnny's face; he had been up close when Marco was killed, so there was other material on him as well. After getting the majority, Roy then rewashed him again, also doing his hair, meticulously making sure not a smidgen of blood was anywhere on Johnny's body. He then cleaned up the small wounds before gently removing the sheets. Johnny was so out of it, he didn't even stir as he was gently rolled from side to side, so the bed could be stripped from the bloody sheets. Then Johnny was dressed in clean clothes. Roy even cleaned up Johnny's boots, after seeing Johnny settled.

"How is he," Argentine asked a while later.

"Sleeping and clean…I…how's the girl," Roy asked, suddenly aware that he didn't even 'try' to look after her; not when Johnny needed it him. He reasoned some of the guilt away; for the rule is, if your partner is hurt and there is a patient…you treat your partner first. It sounded like a cold rule, but it made sense…your partner had your back, you have his. But that didn't explain why until now he thought about her…no, he knew why; he loved Johnny with all his heart and soul and nothing took precedent over him…he really was a goner. But so long as Johnny would be alright, he didn't mind in the slightest.

"Her mother is taking care of her. I think, even with your skill, it is best we let them handle it. They have lost much this day at the hands of strange men, you would not be welcomed," Argentine replied. "I wanted to ask you, do you know anything about these men?"

"Yes, they're from the plane," Roy replied, and then it dawned on him. "They think that Johnny has something they want," he stated, angry that Johnny didn't get rid of the damn lighter/key, yet at the same time it would not have mattered, for as long as the thought he had it… "So long as they think he has this…lighter he found and got rid of at sea," he partial lied, "They'll come after him. Johnny had said he had heard them talking, that it was why they robbed the bank and killed two men. When we jumped, he saw it slide nearby…fool grabbed it," Roy sighed, letting out some frustration. "He said it felt like a victory to keep it from them…" he shook his head.

"I have some information and will give it to you. It might be best if you gave this 'information'," he stressed, silently adding and 'item', "to your people. Perhaps then, the matter can be closed." Argentine moved to a small closet and grabbed a blanket and handed it to Roy, "we need to leave soon, bundle him and make ready." He then reached in his jacket and handed Roy the knife, now clean. "He may not like it, but it saved him once…"

Roy looked at the offensive item, and then nodded before taking it. Argentine left again, leaving Roy to again care for his love, which was okay, as he placed the knife in his own boot for now. The one thing about being a paramedic and seeing so many injuries, one learned to read them; they spoke of what happened, sometimes louder than words. The evidence was clear; Tony had tried to rape Johnny, and they fought, but Johnny was obviously placed into a corner as it were and chose to strike back…stabbing Tony. Whether or not that…bastard, needed all those stab wounds to die was optional and irrelevant. Then Johnny grabbed a gun and went to stop Marco from raping the girl. Roy had looked at the body and again the nature of the wound shouted what happened. Johnny had jacked Marco up against the wall and put the gun to his mouth…and pulled the trigger. Then once the body was down he continued to fire; if Roy was a lawyer, he'd claim temporary insanity, especially seeing Johnny's reaction afterwards. But there would be no lawyers, no charges; he was not sure how, but he'd make sure, for Johnny would have enough to deal with.

Once Johnny was wrapped well in the blanket, Roy lifted him and gently took him forward of the house. He could see the concerned looks from the crew as he moved outside, the door held by Meir, and as he went to get them both settled in the Colonel's jeep. He knew Argentine would insist, so just went there first. He was a little surprised to hear the slight whimper. He looked down and Johnny was looking up at him. "Hey Junior," he smiled lovingly.

"I want to go home," Johnny whispered, his eyes dull as he spoke.

"Soon, Junior, soon," Roy promised, and instead of a bright smile or a witty comment that always occurred as Johnny bounced back, his love shifted and closed his eyes, taking comfort in oblivion. This more than anything scared Roy, for it meant the wound of today went much deeper than he thought; it really did touch Johnny's soul; Johnny's eye seemed lifeless. He leaned down and carefully so those watching wouldn't notice, not wanting more trouble, placed a kiss on Johnny's temple. "Soon, love, soon," he chanted softly.

****End of Part Fourteen****