The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 6/?
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
Disclaimer: The characters be to 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"

Sleep was little and sea sickness ruled over both Johnny and Roy, as the ship was tossed about li chi child's toy on the ocean; or that was how it fto tto them. After the fifth bout of sickness, Johnny just decided to park himself in the tiny bathroom.

"Come on, Junior, you can't stay in there forever," Roy called out, sitting on the bottom bunk, for the chairs were unsteady and he didn't relish the idea of climbing up at present.

"Yes I can," Johnny muttered, sounding as miserable as Roy felt.

"Come keep me company," Roy offered, knowing it was very uncomfortable in that tiny room, plus it was freezing. He missed the room on the other ship, for it was warm, frying by noon, but warm at night. Here, there was no heat, and the two blankets they had original received were not enough. Johnny, being the bold one, opened the door to their quarters, surprised that it opened, and spotted a supply closet. There were only two more blankets and he took them,ce tce there was no one around to ask; he also didn't care. Now each of them had two blankets, but it didn't do much against the icy wind that seemed to be cutting through the metal bulkhead.

Slowly Johnny came out, shivering as much as Roy, looking just as green. "Why is this happening to us," Johnny whined, as he sat on the edge of the bottom bunk with Roy, wishing for the hundredth time, it was big enough for the two of them.

"I have no idea, Junior," Roy replied as he shivered, subconsciously shifting closer to Johnny for extra heat. "I always thought it was warm this far downth,\th," he muttered.

"It is, normally, but I guess that doesn't include being caught in a hurricane in the middle of the ocean on a ship with no heat," Johnny growled. He sighed, and looked around, "That's it," he grumbled, and stood up, dropping his blankets on the bunk. "Get up."

Puzzled, Roy did as he was asked, holding on he bhe bunk, to keep his balance, amazed how Johnny still kept his grace as he moved. "What you doing," he asked seeing Johnny grabbing the mattress off the bunk and placed it on the floor.

"Look, logically, if we can huddle together under four blankets instead of two individually, we'll be warmer and don't risk hypothermia, which I'm sure half of this crew is probably suffering from right now," Johnny replied, as he reached up for the top bunk mattress.

Roy, seeing no point to arguer, even if he wanted to, which he didn't, just nodded. He started to help with the mattress when Johnny instructed him to move the chairs into the bathroom, since they were not nailed down, they were sliding all over the place and could cause a problem. So, carefully Roy shoved them in the bathroom to the side, leaving just enough room to use the facility should it be needed. He returned to see Johnny had used the bunk sheets to hold the mattress togr anr and was draping his two blankets on top of them; he moved rather quick.

"Here," Roy said, offering his blankets and grabbing the two thin pillows.

"Get in," Johnny instructed as he spread out the other two blankets. But he also wanted Roy in first, so he had an excuse to curl up into him.

Roy wanting to get warm and was exhausted, did as he was instructed; it did seem a bit warmeren wen when Johnny crawled under he had to fight the urge to pull him into his a it it almost seemed natural to do so. Johnny was right up to him on his side, facing him and shivering. "If we get a bit closer, it might help," he offered, not wanting to offend Johnny's senses, but he really wanted to hold him.

"Sounds good," Johnny said, glad Roy offered, for Johnny didn't want to seem over eager to crawl up into his arms; would give off the wrong impression, such as that he 'wanted' to be there, which he did, very much.

Roy shifted to get more comfortable, and had to smile as Johnny gave him his pillow, and then automatically shifted and used Roy's chest as his pillow. Roy didn't plan on saying a thing, for this was just what he wanted. "Your back is like ice," he commented, moments before he began to rub it; his excuse to caress his Johnny, which he needed to do. He could feel some stirring in his groin, but willed it down; now was not the time. He was very content to be holding his partner this close and would simply enjoy it and rest.

"Mmm, nice," Johnny mumbled as he was drifting off to sleep, appearing to be more relaxed than he had in a while.

//It is, isn't it,// Roy thought, taking in slow deep breaths, enjoying Johnny's scent as well as the feel of him safe in his arms. //Don't worry, Junior, I'll keep you safe,// he vowed mentally, as more of his heart now beat solely for the man in his arms. He did worry for Jo and his kids and what they must be thinking, but he couldn't find that he regretted being here. Here he was able to protect Johnny. Here he had helped keem alm alive, and here he was able to hold him as he had dreamed for years; no he couldn't find any regret, other than he rather they be back home in a warm bedroom, sharing this moment. As the thought of making love to Johnny started to sneak its way in, Roy physically shook his head. He didn't need to alienate Johnny from him, not now, not when they needed each other so much. So, Roy shifted, and snuggled Johnny closer to him, who came willingly in his sleep, he closed his eyes and slept; this time finding the rest both had been missing since coming aboard this ship.

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"Roy, how long ha bee been?"

Roy, now sitting at the table, the storm having settled enough so he didn't feel so sick, but actually hungry, was eating some stale bread, and sipping some cold Mexican beer; it was still freezing in this room, but not as bad as it was last night. "How long since when," he replied, seeing Johnny fiddling with the lighter he too from the plane.

"Since we left LA," he clarified, settling the lighter in his lap, as he was still under the covers in the bed he and Roy had slept in last night, his back to the bulkhead, as he looked at his partner.

"Well," Roy thought a moment, looking at his watch, happy to see that Timex™ was true to its claim about taking a licking. "It was after one when we went on that call, so…I'd say about fifty hours."

Johnny snorted, "Can you believe this? I mean, I'm in the middle of this and I don't believe it. It's like something out of TV movie of the week," he chuckled in disbelief. "I mean, in forty-eight hours, we've been in a bank robbery, kidnapped, jumped from a plane, rescued, only to be kidnapped by pirates…shit, it's the 70's, and we're on a pirate ship!"

Roy smirked, "Well, there are no sails and no one hobbling around with a peg leg, grumbling 'arr ye matie'."

Johnny smiled, "No, and no parrots, thank God. I don't like those things." He sighed, "No, we got modern pirates that tote guns, raid fishing boats and kidnap paramedics…for what?"

"I don't know, Junior. But it's not time to panic, so relax. We'll get out of this, for I think Colonel Argentine will keep his word and let us go once we dock," Roy replied, taking another small sip of the raunchy beer and chewed on some of the bread. There was more food available, but Roy didn't think his stomach could handle it.

Johnny sat quietly, staring at his calm partner, wondering what Roy would think if he told him, that he was his hero. Roy was smart, quit on his feet, calm in a crisis and always knew the right things to say, not to mention strong of body and spirit. Damn he loved that man. He shook his head and went back to work fiddling with the lighter, which didn't even work. So, after staring at it for the longest time, twirling in his fingers, he had decided ake ake it apart. He was being careful with his pocket knife that was with his side kit, which he was amazed no one bothered to take from them. He assumed no one saw them, meaning himself and Roy, as a threat. After a few long minutes he removed the final screw and removed the bottom of the lighter and pulled it apart. Inside was a plastic bag. "Hey, Roy, look at this?"

Roy, having finished his little meal, and not wanting Johnny to know he had been staring at him, moved to clean up before walking over and innocently climbing in their set up bed; it was still cold. "What you got there, Junior?"

Johnny had waited until Roy got settled and showed the two segments of the lighter and then pulled out the plastic bag that was inside and unfolded it. Inside it was a silver chain and what appeared to be a fancy key. It was also silver, the top designed to look like a cross, the bottom tip, longer than the averagess wss would be, had indentations and teeth, which an old fashion key would have. "Would you look at that," Johnny gasped, more surprised that there 'was' something inside the lighter than the key itself.

"Looks like a key of some sort," Roy commented as he reached over and gently pulled it from the plastic bag, which was still in Johnny's hand. He held it up to the light that shined in the tiny window over head and examined it. If you covered the key tip, it looked like a simple silver cross, no other markings.

"Huh, wonder wha ope opens," Johnny puzzled, reaching out to claim 'his' key.

"Whatever it is, it has to be pretty important to kill for. If I were you, I'd get rid of it and that lighter. It's only brought trouble," Roy advised, feeling in his gut that this was true.
YeahYeah, you're probably right," Johnny said, his mind whirling a mile a minute as to the secret behind the key.

Roy shook his head. He knew 'that' look. "Johnny, get rid of it," he said again, hoping to snap his partner out of his 'scheming' thoughts.

"It's just a key, Roy," Johnny scolded back.

"Yeah, a key, that according to what you told me, they staged a bank robbery and killed two people, kidnapped us and were going to kill us for. Get rid of it. That's not exactly a common key, someone might recognize it and want it back," Roy replied firmly. He never would have thought that drastically or think so far fetched as to someone recognizing such a tiny item, but seeing their current situation, he was inclined not to be so quick to rule out anything; especially when it came to the safely of Johnny. Hoping to sway his partner farther, "besides, it would serve them and whoever right to have it lost forever, yes?"

Johnny looked at Roy and agreed, "Yeah, I guess your right." He then got up and went to the bathroom, since the hatch window didn't open, and dropped the lighter sections in it and flushed. He held the key over the toilet and was about to drop it in, but the light caught it and it sparkled, as it twirled and danced before Johnny's eyes. He didn't want to get rid of it. It was his victory over those bastards, even if he never knew what it opened. He put it around his neck and tucked the key part under his shirt and headed back out. "When we do get to a port, what are we going to do," he asked, to change the subject of the key.

Roy watched Johnny climb back into bed, wishing he could come up with an excuse for them to cuddle; he would like that right about now. "I guess the first thing to do is find someone who speaks English, since our Spanish is non-existent, then perhaps contact the police or someone in the government," he shrugged.

"If you think this Colonel will let us go, you think he might have a suggestion or two about how we can get home," Johnny asked, wishing he could think of an excuse to curl back up in Roy's arms as he did last night. " "He might," Roy conceded. "But we'll just have to wait and see."

"Yeah," Johnny sighed, looking around the empty room. The storm was still going, but it was not as bad as before. They could hear the crew shuffling around doing whatever they did, and knew it was best to stay put; he'd only be in the way. Yet he was board, there was nothing to do, and he didn't feel like eating, and it was still cold.

Roy could understand that Johnny was miserable, not only form the situation leading to all this, but he was an active man, so being cooped up like this was not pleasant for someone like him. It was a long shot, but was willing to risk it. He shifted down under the blankets and got comfortable, "We might as well just get some more rest," he suggested, hoping that Johnny would agree. Plus, see that he was warmer snuggled in his arms.

Johnny blew out some air, and thought about it. He was tired and he wanted to be in Roy's arms, //Hell, if Roy's offering, even if innocently, who am I to deny it,// he thought, and then started to slid down too. "Yeah, sounds good," he muttered. He didn't move as close to Roy as he wanted, but he did shift his back to him, almost spooning him, and could still feel his presence. Again, he didn't want to be too obvious.

The two men laid there resting, and in about ten minutes, their subconscious taking over, they were both curled up to each other, Johnny right back in the nook he enjoyed being in against Roy's body, feeling warm and happy, as both men slept.

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Johnny didn't know how late it was, as he couldn't see to well, as it was dark. His watch gave up the ghost after his spill in the ocean, mentally noting that he had to get one like Roy had. Roy was sound a sleep as he got out of bed and moved carefully to use the rest room. It was then that he noticed…the storm was over. After using the head, he decided to go up top to get some air, for he was feeling a bit closed in, though he enjoyed being so close to Roy, he just needed some open space.

He quietly opened the door, so not to disturb Roy, and started down the hall that led to the stairs. He climbed up to the next level and was making his way to the next stair well when someone stepped in his path. The tall, thick build Mexican man didn't look friendly, regardless of the stupid grin he had on his face. "Hi," Johnny replied, suddenly forgetting what little Spanish Marco had taught him, as he was suddenly feeling very nervous. "I just wanted to get some air," he stated, pointing upwards. He tried to step around the man, but a firm hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to be so rough about it, a simple no, would have sufficed," Johnny replied, grinning slightly as he tried to pull free and make his way back, but the guy didn't let go. In fact, the guy pulled Johnny closer and muttered some words, his grin getting stranger by the minute.

Johnny did not like this, for if he didn't know better, he would say that this man was looking at him like he was a steak dinner…or worse. He swallowed hard, "Let me go," he insisted, trying to pull free, when a hand came to caress his cheek, clinching it for him just what that 'look' was. "Oh no," he grd and and kneed the guy in the crotch and started to rush back to the other stairwell, so he could get back to Roy. The other guy shouted something and suddenly a second guy was in the way, blocking the way. Before Johnny could do more than shout, the two men grabbed him and were dragging him into a side room.

****End of Part Six****