The Never Ending Call

Title: The Never Ending Call 9/?
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"

"It's them," someone shouted.

"This just 'can't' be happening," Johnny moaned as he rested the back of his head on the wall of the building he was leaning on.

"It's happening, Junior," Roy replied and grabbed Johnny by the arm and just tugged him away a few feet as a bullet ricocheted off the other wall where Roy had been moments before.

"What the hell," Johnny shouted, as he ducked along with Roy as they continued to run down the alleyway they had come, hearing the hurried footsteps of their pursers.

Not knowing where they were going, Roy and Johnny fled to the nearest small street and turned left, hoping to get to the other side before being noticed; no such luck as it seemed Tony and Marco didn't have any issues with shooting at them with other people about, causing screams and shouts to fill the air and chaos to ignite.

"Look, there's a police officer," Roy pointed out not too far down the street.

"Roy, have you forgotten, we're covered in blood with two gshooshooting a us, you think they'll take 'our' side in this," Johnny commented, as the two men kept dashing behind carts, broken down cars…anything, as a few more shoots echoed by them.

Roy thought about it, and seeing the Police officer whose called for help, draw his weapon and was looking at him just as suspicious and shouting something, decided that Johnny and the Colonel had been right. The last thought gave Roy and idea; a long shot…but better than being shot, and dashed down another alleyway, still holding Johnny's arm.

"We're the hell are we going," Johnny shouted, wondering if they would get out of this alive, as now the 'cops' were shooting at them too…or was it only Tony and Marco, and they were lousy shots…he didn't know or care; they were getting too close.

"There, Roy pointed as they broke from another ally to see the small wharf they had arrived on and could see that Colonel Argentine and his boat was still there.

They only got ten feet from the alleyway and was grabbed and slammed up against the wall…it was Argentine and three of his men. He looked at the two paramedics and then around the corner and smirked, "You don't waste time getting into trouble do you, amigos."

"Sorry," Roy panted. "Didn't know where to go."

"It’s the same bastards from the plane," Johnny interjected, also panting from their life and death sprint.

"And the Policia," Argentine nodded, still with an amused smirk, though his eyes were dark with calculations. "My help this time won't come for free," he told them.

"Look, I don't know how much Johnny or I have…" Roy started, but a hand from the Colonel silenced him.

"You will join my crew until I reach my final destination on the main land," he told them. Seeing signs of protest on their lips, "or I will leave you to your fellow Americanos and the Policia…your choice, amigos," he tolem sem seriously.

Roy was going to protest JohnJohnny spoke up, "Fine," he agreed, hearing the shooting getting closer.

"Good, then come," he ordered, and started giving the other men with him orders in Spanish, which two of them dashed off to carry out. Argentine and the other man pulled weapons as they hurried down toward the dock.

"Abatido," Argentine suddenly shouted, but Roy and Johnny only looked at him puzzled, then Roy was pushed aside and Johnny pulled behind the Colonel who fired his guy with precision born of experience under fire.

Roy looked up to see that the Colonel had shot Marco in the shoulder and Tony was holding his hand as he ducked behind a wall, now running from the cops. He got to his feet and got Johnny who was half being held down by Argentine to the wharf floor. "Come on," he encouraged as he gathered up his partner and dashed to the boat.

"Go to the kitchen when you get there, "Argentine shouted to them as he made his way back to the boat as well, slowing as he and his crewman were keeping the Police at bay.

The engine was already running as they leaped up the plank and both men saw the automatic machine gun being uncovered as they headed to kitchen, but Johnny had other ideas as he broke from Roy's grip and ran back to Argentine. "No…no killing," he protested.

"Mihijo, the Policia…" the Colonel started to say but was cut off by Johnny's impetuousness and insistence.

"Are just doing their jobs…please, don't kill them," he begged, then once more ducked as a shot rang over head.

The Colonel sounded like he had started cursing up a storm in Spanish, then barked orders as he waved Roy to collect his wayward partner. Roy grabbed Johnny, more concerned for him then those on shore; he knew it was pathetic, but he had been in war and the moment this was a battle zone; and in such you looked out for your own. He guided Johnny down the steps and down the different halls to the kitchen that was near the middle of the ship and less likely to be struck with stray bullets as the sound of the Machine gun being fired rattled the walls and the lurching of the boat indicated they were away from the dock and in motion.

"Maybe this was a bad idea,'' Johnny moaned softly into Roy's shoulder, not caring for the moment what anyone thought had anyone been in the kitchen with them. "I just didn't see any other option, the police would have arrested us and with no one knowing where we were…" he closed his eyes and gave a shuttered breath, 'I didn't want anyone to get killed."

"He may have just used it to scare them off," Roy offered, trying to comfort his love.

Johnny sat up and shifted a bit from Roy so they could talk, and so it wouldn't look 'wrong' if anyone came in, "Roy…they man is a pirate. They raid ships for a living, I'm not 'that' naive," he replied firmly.

Roy gave a slight smile, "I didn't mean to imply that you were, just that…well…" he shrugged. He reached up and wiped the stray hair from Johnny's eyes, simply glad he was alright. "Well, the Colonel has been the only one so far we've had any 'decent' dealings with, perhaps it won't be so bad."

"How long do you think he'll keep us? How long until we reach the main land, and is that Baja or Mexico? What about your family, I mean Jo must be going nuts it's been days with no word. Do you k ank anyone is looking for us or just assumed that were dead…" Johnny started to ask, a bit of hysteria creeping into his voice.

Roy cupped his love's face and kissed him silent, glad they were alone for the moment. Once he saw that Johnny was a bire rre relaxed, he sighed, "I don't know, Junior. Only that we're alive and we'll find away to let them know. One day at a time, Jun rem remember?"

"Yeah…yeah, I remember," Johnny nodded, noticing that the gun shots had fired, but the boat was still moving very fast. He looked around the kit, ha, having only been here briefly, "Coffee," he grinned, trying to bounce back from this latest set back.

"Only if you make it, that stuff they serve is nasty," Roy replied.

"Well, I don't know how successful I'll be, they use a different brand or kind or something," Johnny commented as he moved farther into the cooking area and found the makings for the coffee and the coffee pot…very old coffee pot. "Needs a major cleaning too," he shouted over his shoulder, as he proceeded to do just that.

"Anything I can do to help," Roy asked moving up behind his partner, but kept some distance in case someone came down, as he heard a lot of footfalls everywhere.

Johnny looked up at him and gave his famous crooked grin, "You help by just being here, Roy. Thank you."

"Pleasure, Junior, "he replied, once more lacing the word Junior the way he always meant it to be…'love'.

************

Once again, Johnny and Roy were sitting in Colonel Carlos Argentine's quarters…waiting. The Colonel had just offered them a seat when he was requested to do something, so the two men sat silently, there was nothing they could do at present otherwise.

Argentine entered with a large mug of coffee and walked up to the two men, "who made this?" he asked, his tone serious.

"Ah….I did," Johnny replied, hoping he didn't cross some cultural taboo or something he didn't know about. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"It's…estupendo, very good," Argentine smirked, "my crew is raving over it. What did you do," he asked seriously as he took a seat at his desk, and kicked his feet up, looking very relaxed in their presence.

"Johnny just has a knack for coffee," Roy replied. "We've tried to get him to explain it to us at the station and even if we follow step by step, it just doesn't work out the same way," Roy shrugged.

"I look forward to see what other masterpieces you produce from our humble kitchen," Argentine smirked.

"Oh, I can't cook," Johnny interjected. "They guys dread when I have kitchen duty…make coffee yes, cook food…" he shakes his head. "And somehow I don't think your men are quiet as forgiving as the guys back home, and they come close to lynching me," Johnny chuckled, though he was serious. "Roy can cook…some," he offered.

"Thanks, Junior," Roy quipped, not amused at the recommendation.

"Well, we'll find something," Argentine cut in, sitting up and then called out something in Spanish and one of his men came in with two large boxes and placed them on the floor by his desk and left. "This is what is left of the two crewman I am short, after the men have gone through it. See if any of the clothes fit, until we can go ashore and get you something more fitting," he instructed.

"How long," Johnny asked boldly.

"Yes, how long will we be here," Roy added. "I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but we have friends and family that are worried about us…"

Once more Argentine held up a hand to end the list of concerns he knew was coming. "I will lay it out for you both very clearly, so there will be no mistakes, yes," he asked, and seeing them nod he continued. "I am heading to a place just outside of Manzanillo, which is almost directly west of Mexico City. It will be about a two week trip if all goes well…"

"Two week," both Roy and Johnny gasped with concern.

"Do not fret, amigos. At the next port, beside being able to get some comfortable cloths, for it gets either very hot or very cold at sea, I know where you can use a phone. You'll be allowed only one phone call and collect, as before, no one I know is 'that' rich," he snickered, then pulled out a cigar and lit it. "You will not have longr our our stay there will be 'very' short," he added.

"We're not pirates," Johnny told him, his eyes guarded from the incident from earlier.

"Mihijo, I'm not asking you to be," he smiled; again there was a look that Roy could just not make out and it bothered him, as it was only directed at Johnny. "You will help care and maintain regular boat function as I 'am' two men short. When you are ordered to go below…I suggest you do so and remain until instructed to leave you quarters; this way you will not be directly involved with any of my…activities," Argentine chuckled. "However," he said, suddenly looking very serious, "I am in command of this vessels, and my orders 'will' be carried out, or punishment will be given," he informed them. "One does not stay incharge if they are considered weak…I am not, though I consider myself a fair man, is this clear?"

"Yes," both men acknowledged.

"Good. So you know, a lot of my men do speak English, though not as good as I do, but enough to understand most of what you might need. But, while you are here, I strongly advise you learn some Spanish; it could possibly save your life," he added, looking at Johnny. "For example, abatido in English means down or duck," he informed them. Then Argentine settled back in his chair, looking at Johnny as he puffed on his cigar, making him look like a contented husband after a long day at work, "How are you at mopping," he inquired.

Johnny couldn't help the ironic smile that crossed his face and snorted, "I can do mopping," he replied, thinking of all the times he had been giving it as a task…that or latrine, if Chet didn't draw it first.

"Good," the Colonel said, waving his cigar like a finger. "Then we have some idea of what you will be doing. Now, take the boxes, your old room is waiting for you. When you hear the bell clang four/five times, it means dinner is served; you will join me in the kitchen where I will introduce you to your crewmates," he instructed.

Roy and Johnny got up and grabbed the boxes, both saying thank you as they made their way out of the Colonel's office and down the two levels to their 'room'. Once inside, the boxes went to the floor and Johnny and Roy automatically went to rearrange the beds back to the way they had them on the floor. "Two weeks," Johnny sighed, trying to adjust to the warped changes that had occurred over the last few days.

"We'll manage, Junior. And he did promise to let us contact the others; it won't be so bad…I hope," Roy replied, letting Johnny fix the mattresses as he sorted through the left over…dirty…soiled…raggedy clothes.

"I wonder," Johnny commented over his shoulder as he gathered the four blankets that no one had, had time to collect and spread them out. "Why is Argentine called Colonel? I mean, he's in charge, shouldn't he be called Captain Argentine?"

"You'd think," Roy replied, pleased that he might have found something for him and Johnny to wear…after it was washed out. "You'll have to ask him," he tossed back casually.

"I guess I will, after all…what else is there to do…but mopping," he groaned.

"What do you think," Roy asked showing the faded green T-shit and slightly torn jeans that would probably fit Johnny's tall and slender form.

"Not bad, I guess. Did you find anything for you," he asked as he finished making the bed.

"Yeah, I think. I won't know until I try it on and I don't want to do that until I wash it. There are several shirts that we both can wear, but again, they need washing…"

"Roy, I don't think they have a washing machines about nor Laumatsmats," he teased.

Sighing, "I know, but they do need some cleaning. I guess a rise is best we can hope for, but it's better than nothing. I'll see what I can do after dinner, okay?"

"Yeah," Johnny agreed, then took the shirt and pants and tossed them on top of the box, so he could wrap his arms around the strong chest of the man he loved, a tiny purr escaping his throat, as his hands caressed up and down Roy's strong back. "Kiss me," he softly demanded, his eyes sparking with desire.

Roy smirked, though his eyes smoldered as Johnny so casually came to him; again a dream come true, to have Johnny express his desire for him so freely. He pulled the slim body closer and let his hands take purchase of Johnny's firm sexy ass and held it close to his growing groin. Without a word, he surrendered to Johnny's demand and kissed him, softly, though it grew hungry very fast. Soon, hands were roaming over each other's body, as their hips rocked against each other, the momentum of the moment passed, gathering into an expression of passion and declaration of life. Johnny was suddenly pushed with his back against the wall, as Roy humped his cock on Johnny's swollen shaft, through now wet uniform pants.

Johnny reached in between them, while giving Roy hot open mouth kisses, to undo their pants, so they could feel skin on skin, as the fire built between them, suddenly out of control. Johnny had his open and soon Roy's who shoved Johnny's pants down as Johnny shoved Roy's down, and soon both men stood pressed upon each other, humping, thrusting against each other in a mad frenzy, as Roy found his favorite spot on Johnny's neck, just under the collar and started making his lover once more as his.

Johnny kicked out one leg from his pants, uncaring about the rest and wrapped his legs around Roy's waste and let the man take what he wanted, doing his best to keep silent; again it was beot tot to let the others know what was between them; no reason to think anyone down here would be open minded any more than back home…which most weren't.

"Fuck me, Roy, "he pleaded in a whisper to his lover, trying to keep his cries of passion down as well.

"Can't…no time," Roy grunted, for though he wanted to do just that, he couldn't hold back long enough to prepare Johnny and he wouldn't hurt…he would never hurt him if had any say in the matter. "So closaby,aby," he panted. Roy leaned back a little so he could see Johnny's face, "cum for me, baby," he panted as he grinded his hot iron rod into Johnny's, both now covered in their precum. He leaned in a little and licked Johnny's ear, "I want to see you cum…just for me," he told his beautiful lover.

Roy's words and breath was like living fire going through his body, increasing the trembling it was already doing to intensify. He knew he was Roy's, knew he could never be anyone's but Roy's and his body knew it too as it started to draw taut, "yes…for you…only…you," he panted back until he could speak no more and closed his eyes as the white fire hit hard and fast, convulsing his body, sending his head back in ecstasy while his cock erupted like a volcano, soon matched with Roy's heated cum and cry, muffled in Johnny's shoulder.

Both men remained still, panting in the after glow of their sudden union. Slowly, Roy let Johnny stand, but not move, he held his love tightly. "I love you so much, John Gage," he whispered, once more declaring his heart.

"I’m yours, Roy, I always was," Johnny replied, resting his head on Roy's shoulder

"We best get cleaned up and rise out some of these clothes so we have something to wear for dinner later," Roy advised, moving back slowly from his lover, seeing that both men were still half dressed. Johnny agreed and both moved to do just that.

***********

It was another long night, though for an emergency room it was not too busy, but events of the last four days were taking their toll on many; those who worked here at Rampart and those that came and went to their stations. The headlines were filled with speculations as to what happened to the two missing paramedics; mainly how long until their bodies retrieved. It was like walking on eggshells and holding your breath while at the same time trying to maintain an appearance of calm and move forward…the attempt was failing.

Police anced ced yesterday that their investigation showed that John and Roy were taken hostage upon the plane that was used by the murdering bank robbers, last seen heading west, where it was lost from the tracking radar just outside US waters. At the moment their investigation was at a standstill and it had to be presumed the two men were dead, as the robbers had already proven themselves killers at the bank; two dead.

Everyone was beside themselves, even other medics who hesitated to respond to calls, though not outwardly. The bizarreness of the events were still sinking in, especially at Rampart where the two missing men were like family…now missing, perhaps forever gone.

Dixie looked at the clock, it was late, as she had decided to do a double shift, since sleep for the past four days was out. Kel and Joe wouldn’t let anyone work more than a double, as it seemed just about 'everyone' wanted to use work as an excuse to not think…perhaps not feel the loss. Bracket had commented he would have thought everyone would have wanted to 'not' stay at the hospital, as it was where they knew Johnny and Roy most, but as Dixie explained, at least 'here' they were doing 'something' to help 'someone'. "I'm going to get some coffee," she told Sherry, one of her regular nurses, also pulling a double, and who had a major crush on Johnny.

"Sure," Sherry replied, gathering some files to take to Doctor Early.

As Dixe was about to step away from the desk the phone rang, and only for half a second did she debate to let Sherry or someone else get it, then picked it up herself. "Rampart Emergency, can I help you?"

"Dixie," a familiar voice called out from the otherside. "It's Dixie," it spoke as if to someone else.

"Yes," she said, as it suddenly dawned on her that the voice sounded familiar, but couldn't bring herself to believe it.

"It's Roy," the voice confirmed.

Dixie closed her eyes and a few tears of joy and reliefe suddenly fell down her cheek, "Are you alright, how's Johnny," she asked frantically, not like her usual calm self, but this was not a usual moment for her. Then she spotted Sherry and covered the phone with one hand, "Get Kel and Joe…hurry, it's Roy…he's alive," she shouted to her, then listened to Roy's reply.

"He's fine, we're fine," Roy told her, shouting, asseemseemed the connection was rather poor.

"Where are you," she demanded, seeing Kel and Joe dash to her side.

"Put it on the box," Kel ordered, moving to switch it on.

Dixie did as directed and Roy's reply was heard by all…or they thought so, but they couldn't understand the muttered voice in the background; it sounded Spanish.

"Ah…I can't tell you," Roy replied

"Roy, it's Kel, we need to know where you are so we can notify polipolice," he told them.

"Doc, I don't have a lot of time. Just let everyone know we're fine," was all that Roy said and then there sounded as if a shuffle occurred quickly.

"Dixie," Johnny called out.

"Johnny, what's going on," Joe asked, wondering why the two paramedics were acting so strangely.

"I can't say…only that we escaped the robbers…barely," he snickered. "Look, this call is timed and for reasons I can't go into, we're not able to return right away," he informed them. "We're told we'll be able to make our way to Mexico City in about…" there was some hesitation. "Two and half weeks," he finished.

"Two half weeks, Johnny what kind of trouble are you two in, is there someone there listening to this call," Bracket asked.

"Yes to both," Johnny said, hoping that Argentine who was listening didn't think strange of his response. He didn't want anyone to know Roy and Johnny was with them; for their own protection was how he put it. "But again, we're safe…er…then before. You have to contact the American Embassy in Mexico City to let them know we're coming as we have no papers…ah, I have to go," Johnny informed them.

"Wait, can you give us a clue to where you are," Dixie asked, hoping he might be able too, as it was obvious they were still in some sort of trouble.

"The weather isn't bad, though I was never much on hurricanes," Johnny replied. "Give our best to eone,one, love you all…" there was no more as the line was disconnected.

The staff members, nurses, doctors and aides, stood there for a long moment as the empty tone filled the air, then smiles filled their faces, as Dixie started to laugh, "They're alive."

"Hot damn," Kel shook his head, "I'd just about given up hope."

"I got to tell the girls," Sherry announced and dashed off.

"We got to call the police and let them know," Bracket announced.

"I'll call Roy's wife," Joe said smiling, "I'm sure she'll be relieved to hear the news."

"Yes, Joann and everyone wasn't taking it very well," Dixie nodded. "I'll let the station 51 know…"

"Know what," Brice asked as he overheard his station being discussed. He and Dwyer were filling in for the two missing men, and they just finished picking up some extra supplies.

All three grinned ear to ear, but Dixie got her wish, "Roy and Johnny…they're alive."

"YES!," Dwyer shouted. "Yes, yes, I knew if anyone could survive those bastards they could," the paramedic cheered, then had the decency to blush for his language in front of Dixie, "Sorry, Dix."

"In this case I agree," she smirked.

"Pay up buddy,": Dwyer looked over at Brice, "they are alive."

Brice easily reached for his wallet, as then noticed the scowls, "It didn’t seem logical that they would survive," he told them, then handed Dwyer his money, "but in this case, it is one bet I definitely do not mind losing," he added sincerely.

"Come one," Dixie said, going to let the matter pass. "I have to call the station and let them know what we know, and I don't relish telling it more than ten times," she teased, knowing she'd be repeating herself for a while, as there were many that cared about the two missing men, and led the two paramedics to one of the offices where she could use the box and share the good news.

Kel was on the phone with the police and Joe, dialed Roy's wife, after lookingup. up. "Joann, Joe Early from Rampart. I have good news…Roy's alive."

****End of Part Nine****