The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 4/?
Aut Kim 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 a 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 wasn't sure what woke him, but as he came more aware, the sound of a bell as well as other strange noises caught his attention. That and the fact he was freezing cold, as was the slim body in his arms, as it was shaking something fierce. Roy then blinked a few more time, then shield his eyes as a light shined around him, almost blinding him. He struggled to look past the light and grinned, as he was getting his miracle as a boat was pulling up to them. He could hear the voices, though he couldn't understand what they were saying, not sure if it was the noise or if they were speaking another language.

Roy shifted slowly, as he was stiff from the cold, and looked at Johnny snuggled deep in his embrace; shivering, "Johnny, wake up," he called out oticoticed the ship coming closer. "Come on, Junior, time to wake up," he called again, this time a bit firmer.

"Hmm, no, want five more minutes with my Roybear," he muttered, and snuggled closer to Roy.

Roy smirked, for he was sure he heard wrong," but had not time to think about it more, as a lifesaver ring was tossed into the tiny raft. He grabbed hold of it, and men men on the boat started pulling him and the raft towards them. "Come on, Junior, help has arrived," he called out, wishing he could pulled the rope and hold Johnny too; but some choices were never fair, so had to let go of his love and pull.

Johnny, not feeling well, exhausted, dehydrated much like Roy, and sick, shifted in the raft and looked around. He saw Roy pulling on a rope, which was pulling them toward a boat. He shook his head to clear it and realized that was a bad idea, for it hurt. Wanting to do his part, he grabbed the rope as well and helped Roy to bring them closer to the ship.

Soon both men were being helped up a ladder, as they were weak from of of water, food, and being exposed to the elements, and soon was standing on deck; well Roy was standing, Johnny was leaning on him. It turned out that their saviors didn't speak English and they didn't speak Spanish, outside of a few basics. They were hustled down below to a room that had a long cabinet across the left wall, but not much else. Before either of them could attempt to ask, a raggedy mattress was brought in and placed on the floor to the right, and one of the four men that was helping them, guided Johnny to lie down, after another man placed a blanket down on top of the mattress. A chair was brought in for Roy. After a few more minutes, Roy was able to decipher via hand gestures, that a tall well built, older Hispanic man, was in charge, or at least of those around him, and wanted him an Johnny to remove their clothing and place it on the cabinet to dry. He gestured for Roy to stand by him and then held his hand out to the wall, but did not touch it. When Roy went to do the same, he prevented Roy from touching the wall, which was good, for Roy could quickly feel the heat radiating from it. He also notices how warm this room was, which was good considering how cold they were. He nodded that he understood, or at least he thought he did. They wanted them out of their wet things so they could dry.

Roy started to remove his shirt as more blankets were brought as well as a tray of what appeared to be some soup and water. "Bless your hearts," he smiled at the sight. Then he thought a moment, "Gracious," he replied, thankful for the little he knew from Marco and a few other friends in the fire department. He then removed his shirt, undershirt, shoes and soaks, before going to help Johnny, who had started to go back a sleep. He gently dissuaded anyone from helping him getting Johnny undressed; for he didn't think Johnny would appreciate it; well that's what he kept telling himself anyway. He stripped Johnny down to his shorts, feeling that would be best, and covered him in two of the extra blankets, before doing the same for himself. The man in charge gestured for them to eat and Roy thanked him, while trying to gesture for a first aide kit. Feeling frustrated that he was not being successful, he grabbed his shirt and pointed at the blood, then at Johnny; it seemed to do the trick, for the guy shouted something and moments later a box was brought that had what 'they' thought would help.

Again Roy thanked them and took the box and sat next to Johnny as the incharge sent everyone out of the room. He then brought over the tray and gestured again that they should eat and folded his hands together making what he must have seen somewhere before, a gesture for sleep. Roy nodded yes, thanked him once more and was grateful for a bit of privacy. "Come on, Junior, I need you to wake and sit up," Roy instructed, as he tried to shift Johnny into a some what sitting position.

"Wanna, sleep," John grumbled.

"I have some food and water here," he tempted, as he continued to rouse Johnny. "You hungry?"

This seemed to help as Johnny nodded yes, and together got him sitting up. Roy could see that Johnny was also running a fever. "Here you go, partner," he said, offering the water first. Making sure more went into him then on him, as Johnny was gulping it down. "Easy, there's more, relax," Roy soothed.

"More," Johnny asked, as he finished his cup and handed it back to Roy, panting from his effort.

"Just take it easy. How about some soup," he offered, this time, keeping a hold of the bowl, there didn't seem to be any spoons. He couldn't help but softly chuckle at the face Johnny made, it obviously didn't taste too good. "You need to eat," he encouraged. "Come on, just this one bowl and yan han have more water," he offered, trying to get Johnny to down the soup. He needed fluids and something warm in him. "For me," he added, seeing Johnny go into stubborn mode.

Roy never understood why, but when it came to push and shove, all he had to do was ask it as a favor for himself, and Johnny relented; he tried not to abuse that power…much. Here it served to care for Johnny and he would push it to the limit if he had too. "That's it, Junior, your doing good. Just a bit more," he encouraged. "Good job," he praised as Johnny finished the bowl. He placed the bowl on the tray and got him another cup of water, before turning to the box to see what he could use.

Roy found some cloth that he felt was clean enough, that he got it damp and cleaned Johnny's face, where blood had dripped down along the hair line and on to his neck; most of the blood had matted into his hair. Slowly he dabbed the area, and cleaned it. He used his pen light to examine the wound, it wasn't very deep and again he was grateful. "Seems Angels look out for fools and paramedics," he chuckled, for it could have been a lot worse. "I don't have any antibiotics, Junior, but I do have some alcohol…its going to hurt," he instructed, wishing he didn't have to do this, but he couldn’t take 'any' chances of it getting more infected than it probably already was. Seeing Johnny was exhausted, sick and hurt, he wasn't surprised to see the childish side emerge; hell Joann said he was the same, stating that all men were babies when it came to being sick. In their case it was true. Knowing how difficult this was going to be, he decided to eat and drink his own portion then moved the tray away so it was not kicked, since he was sure that would happen too, and gathered what he would need to clean and attempt to bandage the wound. Then he shifted Johnny until he was sitting behind the younger man, again holding him in arms, nothing he could get use to this; holding Johnny close. Then using his body, to brace the young man, he made ready to treat him. "I have no choice, Junior. I have to do this and I need you to hold as still as you can, for me, please," he asked, and then set to work.

It broke Roy's heart to see he was causing Johnny pain, as the young man struggled to remain still and not scream, as he bit his lip while tears of pain fell down his dark cheeks. "It's alright, I'm almost done," he soothed as he worked diligently but needed to be thorough. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart," he said again, once more slipping the endearment out. "There we go," he sighed, glad this part was done and hugged Johnny and rubbed his back gently. "Now, I just have to bandage it…"

"Bathroom," Johnny muttered after a few moments.

"What?"

"I have to use the bathroom," Johnny said in between yawns and sniffles.

"Okay. Let me get you bandaged and then I'll see if I can ask…"

"Baño."

"Huh?"

"Baño, it means bathroom in Spanish," Johnny replied, pulling the blankets closer around him.

"Okay, just hold on," Roy replied, shifting out from behind Johnny, and got to his feet, adjusting his blanket. He moved to the door where he spotted someone in the hall. "Ah…Ban..yo," he said, not sure if he was saying it right.

"Baño," Johnny called out from the mattress.

The other guy smiled his understanding and showed Roy that it was three doors down to his left. Roy thanked him and returned to help Johnny make the trip as he was not steady on his feet. He got Johnny into position and turned to give him privacy, but he didn't trust leaving Johnny alone, especially since Johnny didn't protest; not a good sign. While he was waiting, he spotted what looked like a cabinet and being curious, opened it. It had a lot of things he didn't have a clue, since it was all in Spanish, but spotting what seemed like an old bottle of Bufferin was another miracle in his mind. Johnny was running a fever and aspirin was just the thing for the moment. He didn't think anyone would mind, so took the bottle; he'd return it later.

Once Johnny was done, he helped him back to the mattress and gave him two aspirin and Johnny was out moments later. It was not ideal, but this was the best they were going to get and Roy was thankful. He made use of the bathroom himself before returning and curling up next to Johnny, since it was the only place to sleep, he told himself and he too fell asleep moments later.

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Roy woke up, feeling rested and warm sunshine in his face. It took him a moment to recall where he was and what was happening. He looked and saw that he and Johnny had shifted around in bed, with him on his back and Johnny curled on his side, using his chest as his pillow. It was a beautiful sight to see the man he loved curled up to him and in his arms. He looked around the very warm room, which he gathered was because they were near the engine room or something, as saw that tray and box of 'medical' supplies had been removed. He hoped no one got the wrong impression seeing them asleep like this, but there was nothing he could or would do about it. He had dreamed of holding Johnny this close, waking in the morning like this for some time now. Of course in his dreams it always led to great sex…feeling a twitch in his morning hard on, he decided it was best stop thinking like that.

Roy knew his experience with menll sll sex in general was limited. He only dated Joann in high school and had gotten her pregnant. While in Vietnam, he met a guy named Thomas Westmore, that was built a lot like Johnny, even with his coloring and it turned his world upside down. He and Thomas were inseparable; went everywhere together and eventually 'did' everything together. He had been a bit drunk when Tom made that first pass at him, then kissed him, but was fully sober by the time he let Tom take him. It had been hotthottest sex he had ever had. As far as Roy was concerned Tom knew 'everything' about same-sex sex and demonstrated it with Roy; he loved it. He loved Tom. But it had not been meant to be, as was was killed one week before his rotation out; Roy had never been the same since then. He returned home, a much quieter man, but Joann didn't seem to mind, and he took care of his family and life eventually led him to the fire department and the development of the paramedic program where he met a young man named John Gage that once more started his heart, like a defibulator, the moment he saw that crooked smile. It would be years before Roy would come to admit the truth, that he had fallen in love with Johnny that first day, but now he knew and did…would always.

Slowly, Roy leaned down and pressed his lips gently against Johnny's forehead, not only to place a soft kiss, but to feel for fever; the aspirin did its job. He grinned as Johnny mued ned nonsense and attempted to climb into that corner of his body that Johnny had claimed in their sleep. He wanted to stay this way, but knew he had better get up or he might give into the temptation to kiss Johnny awake. He indulged for a moment, caressing Johnny's face and torso with his eyes, drinking in his smooth skin, which shined like fire in the sunlight. Feeling that twitch again in his groin, he knew he was pushing it and reluctantly got out of bed, careful not ake ake the precious man next to him.

Roy crossed the now 'very' warm room to where his clothes were and found them dry. He looked at his watch, amazed it still worked, and noticed it was 12:35pm. They had slept most of the day away. He dre qui quickly and headed out to find some more food and water and perhaps a radio or someone that spoke English or something to help them get home.

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About an hour or so later, Roy entered back into the 'extremely' warm room, and place down the tray of food and water he had been given and moved to open the window, glad that it would open to allow some air in here. Johnny had kicked off all the covers and laid half naked, glistening in the sun.

Roy was frustrated from his pathetic attempt to get some help outside of what they were already getting. He wasn't sure, but he left the bridge of the ship, with the impression that they would be going into a port in a day or so, but he couldn't be sure and there was nothing he could do about it. He wished he could call someone to let his wife and children know he and their 'uncle' Johnny were alive, for he knew Jo would be panicked and the guys beside themselves with worry. "All you can do is take it one day at a time, it'll be okay," he told himself, not aware he spoke out loud.

"Hey sleepy head, time to get up," he called as he moved to sit next to Johnny seeing if he was alright.

Johnny blinked his eyes a few times, gave his half grin, and then wiped his eye. "Man, you wouldn't believe the dream I had," he groaned softly.

"I hate to be the barer of bad new, Junior, but it wasn't a dream," Roy informed him.

Johnny snapped open his eyes, looking at Roy, though dressed, looked like something the cat dragged in, blood staining his right shoulder. "Shit," Gage moaned. He then sat up slowly, feeling a bit stiff and his head started to ache. "Where are we?"

"What's the last thing you remember," Roy asked, not only to see if Johnny had any memory loss, but he didn't want to reiterate that which did not bare retelling.

"Jumping out of a plan," Johnny replied, looking as if that couldn't be right.

"Do you remember what happened as we were about to jump?"

Johnny narrowed his eyes in thought, "We struggled on the ground…" Johnny suddenly looked frantic. "Where are my clothes," he demanded, a bit frantic.

"They're over there…"

"Hand them to me," Johnny insisted.

Not sure what was the matter, Roy simply did as requested. Then he watched Johnny riffle though his clothes and brought out from one of his pockets what looked like a finely designed lighter. "A lighter," he asked, wondering why Johnny seemed so bent on finding it.

"Not just 'any' lighter," Johnny replied. "That blond, Alex, said it was the 'reason' they hit the bank."

"A lighter. He said the reason they robbed a bank in downtown Los Angeles was for…a lighter?" Roy could not believe what he was hearing, for it made absolutely no sense what so ever.

"Well, I'm sure the money and the diamonds had something to do with it, but that blond, that seemed to be running the show. He said he wanted the lighter most of all…now it's mine," Johnny grinned, showing that he felt some perverse satisfaction that those bastards didn't get it. "It might be trivial, but still."

Roy took a moment, then nodded, for after all, any victory now matter how small, was still a victory. They were alive, when those bastards wanted them dead. Johnny had the lighter, which the blond seemed to want; it would do. "Okay. Well, anyway. You got a bullet gazed upside you head, but we made it to the water. Late last night, this boat ed ued us up and provided food, water, place to rest, and…" he held up the aspirin bottle, "for your fever."

"Always thankful for small miracles," Johnny said, grabbing the aspirin bottle and getting himself two for his head ache.

"How you doing," Roy asked with concern, seeing Johnny pop the aspirin with speediness.

"Head ache, but other than that, I feel fine," Johnny replied, honestly for a change.
HereHere, it's not much, but better than nothing," Roy said, as he offered what he brought for their meal. Some bread and cheese, more of the soup (smaller bowls) and some fruit, along with another pitcher of water.

"Thanks," Johnny replied, accepting the food. "How long before we hit port or the coast guard gets here?"

Roy sighed, "Don't know. Nobody here speaks English and I don't speak Spanish other than thank you or and bathroom, thanks to you," he grinned.

"Baño," Johnny chuckled, then sobered. "We could just ask find the radio…"

"Tried that, Junior. It's broken," Roy informed him, feeling lousy at giving him this news.

"So, we're stuck on this boat, where no one speaks English and no radio…how long," Johnny asked, feeling upset and frustrated, which Roy could relate too.

"I think a day or two, I'm not sure. The Captain tried to indicate a place on the map, which I couldn't read, but it looked like an island off of Baja, and held up a finger then two. "Johnny, there is nothing we can do but wait and be grateful."

"They guys must be going out of their minds…" Johnny suddenly looked up, "J is is probably worried sick. I mean, those men murdered two men, there is no way they could know we survived…oh, Roy, I am so sorry."

"What are you apologizing for, Junior. This was definitely 'not' your fault," Roy replied, shifting so Johnny could get dressed. "And don't even try to think it was," he ordered.

"But had I kept my mouth shut…"

"Johnny. They 'killed' Mr. McKeaton, your response was perfectly normal. Besides, I think they would have grabbed us anyway…beside, its probably better this way."

"Better, how in the hell can you say it's 'better' this way," Johnny snapped.

Roy understood where Johnny was coming from so didn't get upset. "Because had it been anyone else, a couple of women say, it would have been much worse for them," he said, indicating that he thought those slimes would have tried to rape them. "Plus, they'd be dead by now, as we're alive."

Johnny was silent, suddenly seeing it from Roy's perspective. "True, I doubt that anyone else in there would have known about parachutes and jumping," he muttered.

"And I doubt any body else had a partner that could slip free like 'Harry Houdini'," Roy beamed proudly at Johnny. "Don't think youn'tn't help, Junior. Without you, I would have still been tied up and dead. Team work; it's always gotten us through and always will, yes," he grinned, holding out his hand for his partner to shake.

"Yes," Johnny agreed, taking Roy's hand and shaking it.

"Now, eat up, get dressed and we'll go up top and get some fresh air," Roy instructed.

"Anything you say, Pally," Gage grinned and started in on his meal.

Roy did the same, and both men ate in silence, then he gathered their dishes as Johnny finished getting dressed, adjusting his side pack to his belt. They were both ready to go, dishes in hand as they approached the door and opened it in time to be greeted by two strange Hispanic men, dressed in grungy clothes with two guns pointing at them.

"Shit, not again," Johnny groaned as he raised his hands, as Roy just held still, tray in hand.

****End of Part Four****