#johnny gage fanfic

[emergency-51]

Birthday Boy

John Gage x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.3k

“You know, forgive and forget?”

When it came to people you cared about, you tended to pay attention to the finer details. You believed that it could further strengthen a friendship/relationship with someone, as well as show them how much you care about them. You did this out of the goodness of your heart and pureness of your soul. You figured that the more you knew about someone, the more you’d care about them.

This was no exception when it came to John. If anything, you paid extra close attention to the things he liked and disliked. You knew his favorite color was dark blue, he liked his coffee black, the small scar on his left cheek was from the first time he ever shaved, he was a huge momma’s boy, and the list really could go on.

That’s why it was no surprise that you remembered Johnny’s birthday...even though no one else did. John had been sore all morning with his firefighter buddies (minus Roy) because none of them remembered his birthday. Johnny had a tendency to make things a bigger deal than they actually were. He could be a bit...dramatic at times. Sure, they were people he spent a considerable amount of time with, but he had never really mentioned his birthday to any of them. Still, Johnny was a little miffed that nobody remembered, which put him in a sour mood.

You hadn’t even realized that everyone had forgotten his birthday until you arrived at the station before your shift started at the hospital with a little surprise for him. You entered the station quietly, peeking your head into Captain Stanley’s office to alert him that they had a visitor.

“Captain?” You called gently, not to startle him from where he sat at his desk.

His head turned to you, a friendly smile appearing on his face.

“Hello, [Y/N]! Good to see you,” He greeted, standing from his chair. “What brings you by?”

“Oh, I was just dropping off a little birthday gift before I go to work,” You said briefly glancing at the box in your hands. “I’m just going to drop this in the kitchen, if that’s alright?”

You noted his furrowed brows and confused expression, but you figured he was just trying to figure out what was in the wrapped box. You continued your commute to the kitchen, entering just as gently as you had the Captain’s office. You noticed Johnny sitting at the table, cradling a cup of coffee with a aggravated look. Before you had time to process it, the men all looked at you upon noticing your presence, their faces brightened in an instant.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” Chet called from the coffee pot on the stove.

Johnny finally noticed you, his mood changing instantly. Roy noticed his demeanor change and a slight smirk appeared on his face. You and Johnny had it bad for one another. It seemed that everyone knew it...except for you and Johnny. Dixie and Roy knew all the fine details of it though, constantly working to get the two of you set up.

“Hey, Johnny, look! It’s [Y/N]!” Marco teased, smacking John’s arm.

John smiled sheepishly. 

“Yeah, I know!” He said giving Marco a glare to get off his case. “Hi.” Johnny acknowledged you.

You smiled kindly, ignoring the burn in your cheeks.

“Hi, guys. I’m sorry to show up unannounced,” You began, turning your full attention to the man you were there to see. “I brought you a little something for your birthday, Johnny.”

His heart felt like it exploded into a billion pieces. You remembered his birthday? And brought him something? He swore that he fell more and more in love with you every single time he saw you. He was shocked and grateful at the same time for an overwhelming blend of emotions. A hint of a blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to process what you were saying. 

“Birthday?” Mike questioned. “Did we forget your birthday, Gage?”

Your smile faded at his question. You were suddenly afraid that you had gotten his birthday wrong, and that was an embarrassment that you did not want to face.

“It is today, isn’t it?” You asked for clarification.

Johnny’s mind finally clicked and he responded.

“No, yeah it is today!” He said still grinning.

Roy was having a hard time hiding his amused expression, desperately sipping from his coffee cup as he tried to keep a neutral face.

“Looks like we all forgot it was today.” Stanley added, entering the kitchen.

“Shoot, Gage. Is that why you’ve been so cranky today?” Chet asked. “I feel terrible to be honest. We had no idea.” 

Johnny was quick to defend himself.

“I wasn’t cranky! Just disappointed was all.” He claimed.

“Disappointed?” Roy asked in disbelief. “You’ve been acting like they ran over Boot!”

Your smile returned. Your translation: he was upset everyone forgot. You approached the table next to where he sat.

“By any means, I hope this can make up for everyone,” You piped up to ease the tension. “It isn’t much...”

You set the box in front of him, his eyes glittering with excitement. It was a plain white box with a red bow wrapped around it. He noticed that the cardboard of the box was slightly chilled. Everyone crowded around him nosily to see what it was. He tore the bow off and folded the top wings back to reveal something that almost made him faint. Inside was a delicious looking cake he had ever seen. He looked at it with a slightly dropped jaw, he looked to you and back to the cake. He fell speechless. You shyly spoke for an explanation.

“I remembered that you said your mom used to make you a double chocolate cake with chocolate icing when you were a kid...and that it was always your favorite,” You meekly confessed. “It’s probably not exactly as good as your mom’s though...”

“Are you kidding? I don’t even know what to say,” Johnny said feeling astonished. “This looks incredible! Thank you so much.” 

He was overcome with emotions at that moment. Such a small gesture meant so much to him.

“I just hope you’ll share with your fellow firefighters,” You teased. “You know, forgive and forget?”

He chuckled at that, lifting the cake from the box and setting it on the table.

“I think everyone can get one piece...but that’s it!” He clamored.

Roy made a mad dash to the fridge, grabbing the carton of milk to pour everyone a glass before Johnny changed his mind. Mike took it upon himself to cut everyone a piece of the glorious cake. Johnny was still a little awestruck, and the cake was the last thing on his mind as he continued to look at you.

You looked at your watch to break the eye contact for fear of melting into a puddle. Coincidentally, you saw that you needed to get to work.

“I’d love to stay, but I’ve got to get to the hospital.” You announced.

The men called out scattered goodbyes, but Johnny stood from his seat and approached you.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He offered.

The two of you exited the kitchen together, the atmosphere buzzing with adoration. You walked through the truck bay, only to stop at the right side of the squad when Johnny stopped walking.

“[Y/N], I really am at a loss for words. You didn’t have to do that for me.” He said feeling bad you went through the trouble.

“Oh, it was no problem. Anything for my favorite paramedic.” You flirted lightly. 

His heart fluttered at that. Between the cake, remembering his birthday, and your kind words, he got a surge of confidence. He leaned forward and kissed you as if he wasn’t going to probably see you within the next few hours. Your brain short circuited, but you quickly melted into it when you realized what had just happened. You hadn’t quite imagined your first kiss to go this way...but it was honestly better than anything you could’ve dreamed up. 

His hand came to the side of your face to pull you closer to him. You worked your lips as if you’d done it a hundred times. You only pulled away once you both felt the stare of 5 pairs of gazing eyes from the kitchen doorway. Your eyes diverted to your shoes and Johnny’s cleared his throat as if he hadn’t just thought about taking you against the side of the squad.

“Right. Uhm...I’ll-uh, see you at the hospital later, I’m sure.” He said recovering with a wide grin from getting caught making out with the woman he’d been eyeing for so long.

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” You said sweetly, dashing off before any of the guys had a chance to tease you.

Johnny returned to the kitchen, the other men’s eyes following him like he was the president. He had a little pep in his step now as he sat to eat his cake. Roy felt accomplished, proud even of his junior partner. Johnny took a bite of cake and almost fell out of his chair. The cake wasn’t only delicious.

It was the best cake he’d ever tasted.

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[goodday-goodmorn]

Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

————

This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

————

“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

#fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic of a fanfic #(?) kinda #reader insert #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Look at Charlie’s blog right now. #Specifically obsessive Johnny because when i tell you i was- #GAGED #Jaw dropped #Charlie’s got such good characterization #In the case she sees this- #…did you like it? #also hello

[evilsilence]

#emergency! #emergencytvshow #johnny gage #roy desoto #mike stoker #Hank Stanley #Marco lopez #Chet Kelly #fanfiction #writers #writing #Fanfic #Fanfic writer things #I love writing about our silly little firemen #The mind wants what the mind wants

[topaz-eyes]

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: How Johnny and Roy got together by bonding over pottery. Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage, Johnny Gage/Original Female Character.

Chapters 1-3 of 9 posted! (7473 words)

#topaz writes fic #emergency! #fanfic #roy desoto #johnny gage #roy desoto/johnny gage #title: pottery lessons #emergency! fanfiction #my first time posting a chaptered work in progress #i started this in 2021 #total number of chapters may change depending on how edits go

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Fire house boys x reader - Living At The FireHouse pt.1

This is going to be a chapter/part series that nobody will probably read 🤷🏼‍♀️

Summary: the reader is Hank Stanley’s daughter. When she comes to the fire house with a boy, the other men get protective.

Warnings: small cursing, mentions of sex, very protective people.

Characters:

Roy Desoto

Johnny Gage

Hank Stanley

Chet Kelly

Mike Stoker

Marco Lopez

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“Shhh be quiet.” I giggled quietly to my boyfriend. He held my hand brightly as we snuck into the fire station.

My dad is the captain of the fire station. His name is Hank Stanley and I’m y/n Stanley. I’m 17 years old and I am a junior in high school.

I live at the station with my dad. I also live with four other men. They are all in their early 30s. I grew up at the fire house and all of these men raised me. They are also very protective of me.

Me and my boyfriend went on a date and we are currently trying to quietly make our way to my room. I live in a different part of the station from the guys. It was 12 am and 3 hours past my curfew. I was sure all of the boys would be asleep by now.

We quietly went into the kitchen and I leaned with my back against the counter. My boyfriend pressed his body against me and kissed my lips. I kissed back and ran my hands over his jaw.

Then the lights turned on. My blood ran cold and my eyes shot open. My boyfriend jumped back from me and we both turned our heads to the living room.

All the guys including my dad were standing there with their arms crossed. I sucked in a breath and felt my face grow hot. I bit my lip and my boyfriend moved closer to me.

“Come sit down.” My dad said. I nodded and I went and sat on the couch with my boyfriend beside me. The guys all pulled up chairs and sat in front of us.

“So who’s this?” Roy asked nodding his head towards Daniel.

“Umm this is Daniel, he’s in my grade.” I said.

“Why are you coming in late with him?” Mike stated.

“Uhhh, because we are dating.” I said as my boyfriend sunk into the couch beside me.

The feeling in the room changed completely. It was now tense and all the guys were studying Daniel.

“When did this happen?” My dad asked.

Me and Daniel looked at each other and bit our lips. We looked back towards the men and Daniel spoke up.

“Well we’ve been friends since fourth grade when I moved here.” He said, looking at his lap. He was intimidated, I could tell.

“We asked when you two started dating.” Marco said. Daniel shrunk down even further and leaned his body against mine.

“We started dating in February of last year, when we were both sophomores.” I admitted. All of the men had wide eyes.

“So you’re telling me you kept this from us for a year?” Chet asked. I nodded and looked at the floor.

“Have y’all had sex yet?” Johnny asked. Everyone started scolding Johnny but my dad stayed looking at me. I shifted in my seat and looked towards Daniel. He shifted in his seat too and looked up at me a little.

“Uh, yes.” I said quietly. The room went silent and all the men looked at me and Daniel. My face was red and Daniel was holding my hand tightly.

Then all at once the men stood up and started to yell at Daniel. Roy grabbed my arm lightly and made me stand up. All the other men literally chased Daniel out of the station.

I was seeing red, why did they have to ruin everything.

“You better have enjoyed this because this is the last time you’ll be seeing her!” I heard Chet yell.

I bit the inside of my lip and tasted a metallic taste. I put my finger to my lip and pulled away. Red wet liquid stained my finger tip and I sighed.

The men came back in and cornered me.

“You can’t see him ever again.”

“Why didn’t you tell us about him?”

“You have to come right back here after school everyday.”

A bunch of statements were piled on top of me and I broke.

“Can y’all shut up! I’m seventeen years old and I know what I’m doing! I’m not six anymore I need freedom you can’t just keep sheltering me my whole life!” I yelled at the men. I shoved passed the men and went to my room.

I slammed the door shut and huffed. I went into the bathroom and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I was so angry I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I ended up turning around and pinching my mirror, shattering it and slicing my hand. I cursed and I fell to my knees, clutching my fist to my chest.

There was commotion in my room and muffled voices from outside the bathroom door.

The door to my bathroom opened and all the men were standing there. They caught a glimpse of the broken glass and my bloody hand and immediately sprang into action.

Roy and Johnny went to get the medical kits while Marco and Chet went to clean off the couch. Mike and my dad helped me stand up and walk to the couch without stepping on any glass.

The tears in my eyes wouldn’t stop flowing as I sat on the couch next to Johnny. He pulled out some peroxide with a wet cloth and poured the peroxide on my cuts.

I hissed and Roy sat beside me. My dad was in front of my with one of his hands on my knee. Johnny cleaned my cut and wrapped my hand. I thanked him quietly and looked at my lap.

“Look we’re sorry for being so hard on you and Daniel. We just want what’s best for you.” My dad said. I nodded and looked around at all the men. They had sorry expressions on their faces.

“I’m sorry too, this is just the first guy that I actually like that likes me back. And I didn’t want y’all to scare him off like y’all have all my other friends.” I explained.

All the men nodded and my dad hugged me. I hugged him back and the other men did their turns of hugged as well. I then went to my room and fell asleep.

(I have many ideas for this series and it shouldn’t be a king one but I will be writing a lot for it.)

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #reader insert #x reader #emergency #Marco Lopez #Mike stoker #roy desoto #johnny gage #hank stanley #chet kelly #fire house #fire station #series #1970s

[johnnys-green-pen]

E! fic: Rainy Day Revelations

Johnny/Roy, rated T, first kisses, fluff. 2k-ish words. For @hitchcock-winter Johnny and Roy get stuck in the squad together due to weather and technical issues - but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all. [read this fic on AO3] (normally I don't do fics on tumblr if I can't help it, but since the Archive is currently getting DDOS'd, I'll make an exception. Consider reading the fic over there too once AO3 is back up again!)

Roy had found his own personal, petty version of hell. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done to deserve this, but clearly he’d committed some kind of dire transgression against the powers that be. Divine punishment for slacking off while filling out that report about the dumpster fire earlier, maybe.

The situation he’d found himself in wouldn’t have been all that great even under normal circumstances. They were stuck – in the squad, on the wrong side of a hill, down a narrow access road that was currently turning into a river of rust-colored mud. The wind was howling around the side mirrors, tugging at the boxy metal frame. It wasn’t like they were in any real, immediate danger, but the squad had stalled about half an hour ago and was now stubbornly refusing to turn on again. They’d managed to alert dispatch – and even that had been a little dicey, what with the hill between them and the HQ, but this one thing hadn’t gone wrong at least – but they’d also been warned straight away that it would probably take a while until someone got around to them. Inclement weather, and all that.

And, well, normally that would’ve been pretty annoying already, just on principle – they definitely had something better to do. Helping people, for example, doing the work they were actually getting paid for, eating lunch… but Johnny’d gotten dumped yet again yesterday, and that alone was turning this minor setback into a major catastrophe.

It was a strange mixture of emotions that Roy was experiencing as he listened to Johnny prattle on about his first date that had been “really not that bad, honest,” explained at length how he didn’t understand why the girl in question had just left him hanging and refused to explain herself when he’d tried to ask her out on a second date. Annoyance, both at the endless stream of words and Johnny’s painful obliviousness and refusal to ever take a hint or learn his lesson. A certain amount of pity, because Johnny really was doing his best, probably, even if he was horribly dense about anything related to romance. And, well, a nasty, gnawing sense of jealousy that he’d never truly forgive himself for. Johnny wasn’t his to love, he knew that, obviously, but knowing that and feeling that were two different things entirely. It was nearly physically painful to be sitting here with the dim, cloudy sky casting soft shadows across his partner’s stunningly pretty face, gently accentuating those long, dense lashes, the graceful swoop of his cheekbones, the soft lips, and hear him go on and on about how he’d tried to make this one work out but clearly still hadn’t done enough.

Roy could hardly blame the girls that Johnny insisted on going out with; he had this horrible habit of only ever picking the ones whose personalities clashed with Johnny’s own the most, the ones who didn’t share a single interest with him, like he had this image in his head of how a relationship should look; man and woman, clearly delineated, off in their own spheres. Like being unhappy was part of the relationship package. They’d be foolish to keep him around. Roy knew that. Clearly, so did they. Maybe Johnny knew it, too, but he’d never be able to admit it; he was too much of a sore loser. Painfully insecure, maybe. So, no, Roy didn’t blame the girls, and he didn’t really have it in him to blame Johnny, either, but having to listen to a play-by-play of yet another failed relationship was rapidly driving him all kinds of nuts.

“We even kissed!” Johnny’s petulant voice pierced the veil of his thoughts. “And then I call her on the weekend, and suddenly she’s telling me to get lost!” Johnny paused and cocked his head. “Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Roy replied, miraculously managing to sound casual, “I’ve never kissed you.”

Johnny sighed, all sad brown eyes and miserable slouching, and it was all Roy could do not to lean over and try out Johnny’s kissing skills for himself.

“I wish you could tell me what I’m doing wrong,” Johnny said. 

“What good would that do?” Roy asked back. “Shouldn’t you ask the girls you’re going out with?”

“Well, maybe I just trust your opinion more than theirs,” Johnny replied, like that didn’t perfectly sum up at least half of why his dates never worked out. “Besides, I did.”

“Did what?” 

“Asked the girl,” Johnny said, an edge of impatience coloring his words.

Roy huffed. That question must’ve gone over well.

“So, what’d she say?” he asked, curiosity winning out over common sense.

“That if I didn’t know by now, there’d be no point in telling me,” Johnny said, his puzzled expression mirroring Roy’s own. “And that was just really unhelpful.”

Despite his better judgment, Roy wanted to know more. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do right now anyway.

“Well,” Roy said slowly, “what’d you do on the date?”

“I already told you earlier,” Johnny huffed, and Roy had a feeling that his partner didn’t just mean his off-handed mention of a kiss. He must’ve tuned out Johnny’s ramblings a little too successfully.

“Well, let’s go over it again in more detail,” Roy suggested, “and maybe we can figure out just what the heck she was on about.”

Johnny nodded eagerly.

“So, I met her at the restaurant, right? Cute little Italian place, great spaghetti, nothing fancy but I swear it’s a perfectly decent place for a date. Pretty popular too, I think.”

“You did ask her if she liked Italian food, right?” Roy asked.

“Yeah – well, no, she suggested it before I could ask, but I mean… what’s the difference, right?”

“Right,” Roy replied, knowing perfectly well that the difference could be enormous, but also not really wanting to get into it, at least not yet. “And then?”

“Well, then we went inside, got a table and ordered food.”

“So, what were you talking about?” Roy asked. 

“Oh man… work, traffic, food… I told her about your Beef Bourguignon from a couple months ago, remember that?”

“‘Course I remember,” Roy replied. “Why were you talking about me on your date?” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Johnny asked back. “I mean, we spend one day out of three together, you know? That’s a pretty major part of my life, and I figure that’s worth talking about with a prospective girlfriend.”

That’s not at all how that works, Roy thought, but held his tongue for now. 

“Well,” he said instead, “what else did you talk about?”

“Oh, this ‘n that,” Johnny replied. “You know, the usual. Hobbies, workplace anecdotes, weekend plans… I think I told her about our fishing trip next week.”

And there he was again, taking up conversational space during Johnny’s date. No wonder she’d refused to go on another one, if Johnny insisted on turning every conversation into the Johnny-and-Roy-Show. 

It was gratifying though, knowing that Johnny was failing to get dates because of him, however indirectly. That wasn’t a thought he was particularly proud of, but then again, he had plenty of thoughts involving Johnny that he wasn’t particularly proud of, thoughts of the kind that he’d had for ages. Thoughts he’d chalked up to his hormones running awry when they’d first shown up, back when he was still an acne-ridden teenager with a voice that wouldn’t stop cracking at the worst times. Thoughts he’d blamed on the stresses and frustrations of basic training afterward. Thoughts he didn’t really have much of an excuse for now, except that Johnny-and-Roy-Show. 

Damn it all.

This whole situation was dangerous and alluring, sitting alone with Johnny in the grey twilight, off in their own world, the curtains of water still pouring down outside locking them in place inside the squad; that oddly intimate space that had always lent itself to heartfelt conversations about things that would’ve remained unspoken anywhere else. 

They were alone. No oversight. Nobody who could judge them beyond the two of them and the big guy above – and Him, Roy’d never had a particularly close relationship with.

Johnny was still looking at him, innocence personified, seemingly not even realizing that he kept constructing his entire life around their partnership. Not realizing how monumental that was. 

Roy sighed.

“Johnny…” he slowly said, “has it ever occurred to you that the girls you’re going out with don’t want to hear about some other guy on their first date with you? That it makes them feel… I dunno, inadequate or unimportant or something like that?”

Johnny mulled that one over for a while, before catching Roy’s gaze.

“So… you don’t think it’s my kissing that’s scaring them off?”

Johnny was still looking at him, holding eye contact, and Roy was starting to get the distinct impression that Johnny wasn’t nearly as oblivious as he was trying to appear. Not even Johnny was that utterly clueless.

It almost seemed as if…

but no, it couldn’t be.

Except…

“You know…” he said. “Maybe I should put your kissing skills to the test.”

It was a leap of faith, but maybe he needed to take a risk for once, one that wasn’t related to his job – or at least not in the usual sense. Besides, he could always brush the whole thing off as a joke if he’d misread the situation after all.

Despite everything, he could hear the blood rushing in his ears, like he’d climbed up too high without a safety line and caught a glimpse of what lay below.

Johnny’s relieved half-grin and clear lack of shocked disgust did a lot to reassure him. 

“Would you really do that for me?” he asked, caught somewhere between playful and something deeper, something yearning.

“Beats talking to you about your dates…” Roy muttered, delighting in Johnny’s playfully offended ‘Hey!’

“C’mere, then,” Roy said, trying to mask his nervousness and anticipation with a gentle challenge, “and show me what you’ve got.”

He could’ve sworn he heard a whispered “oh, finally,” but it was hard to be sure as Johnny practically pounced on him, slightly chilled fingers finding the back of his neck, his lips suddenly on Roy’s. It was good – heated and perfectly and admirably shameless, making it easy to respond in kind. Johnny moaned against his lips, and Roy reached out and slid his hands into Johnny’s hair as he deepened the kiss just that little bit more, getting lost in the moment, their noises mixing with the patter of the rain against that trusty metal roof.

When they finally separated, they were both breathing hard. Johnny looked at him, flushed and fond, and giggled, kiss-drunk and heady.

“Not…” Roy began, pausing to catch his breath. “Not that it matters, I think, but I have a hunch that your kissing was the only reason you ever got any second dates.”

“An interesting theory,” Johnny gasped out between heavy breaths, and his grin broadened, “but what if the last kiss was a fluke? I think this requires more testing.”

“Well,” Roy replied, “the rain’s still pouring, so I think we have time–”

“Extensive,” Johnny interrupted him, and something in his eyes told Roy that this one was serious, more so than he let on, “and long-term testing.”

Ah.

“You know…” Roy said, “I’m free on Wednesday, so if you’d like to continue this then…”

“An excellent start,” Johnny replied, with a clear emphasis on the ‘start’. “Your place or mine?”

Roy shrugged. “Mine? I’ll cook dinner.”

“Ooh, I knew I picked the right guy.”

Roy huffed. “You’re insatiable,” he said fondly.

“Just making up for lost time,” Johnny replied, sounding more than a little wistful. “I’m glad you caught on, I was really startin’ to worry that I’d been wrong about you after all.”

“How long have you known?” Roy asked.

“Oh, about since you conveniently showed up in my paramedic training class for no good reason, but this isn’t the kinda thing you act on without being really damn sure about it, you know.”

Oh boy, did he know.

“You’re aware that we’ll have to talk about all of this eventually?” Roy asked. “Properly, I mean.”

“Eventually, yeah,” Johnny replied. “Now, you said something about having time for another round earlier?”

“Insatiable,” Roy repeated, but he happily obliged.

#emergency! #fanfic #penworks #johnny gage #roy desoto

[johnnys-helmet]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Emergency! (TV 1972) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Johnny Gage, Roy DeSoto, Dixie McCall, Joe Early, Joanne DeSoto, Chris DeSoto, Jennifer DeSoto Additional Tags: Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, CW: Mentions of Nazi Imagery, (canon typical), Implied Bigotry, Grief, Grieving Johnny Gage, Episode: s03e01 Frequency, Anger, no beta we die like johnny's helmet

  Summary:

Johnny Gage does not have a violent bone in his body, but even the gentlest of souls have their limits.

#emergency #emergency! #john gage #johnny gage #roy desoto #dixie mccall #joe early #joanne desoto #christopher desoto #chris desoto #jennifer desoto #jenny desoto #drew burke #(mentioned) #cat's emergency fanfiction #catherines_library #emergency! fanfiction #emergency fanfiction #emergency! fanfic #emergency fanfic #fanfiction

[unwittingcatalyst]

Summer of 51′s 2022 Day Two: Change: fic “A Load You Have to Bear”

Sometimes I don’t write fic.  Sometimes I string a bunch of headcanons together and call it fic.

On A03 here:

A Load You Have to Bear

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He’d been alone for a long time.

The first time he was really alone, he didn’t know it right away, didn’t know what the sad faces of the strangers meant, didn’t understand when he asked about his parents and no one seemed to want to talk to him until they told him and then it didn’t make sense and everything hurt.  The wrenching feeling of that loss tore who he had been as a child to shreds.  He was never quite a child again after that, no matter what people said later.

Gratitude to betas:  @johnnys-green-pen, @hitchcock-winter, @sevenmaryseven @cairistiona7

#summer of 51's #fanfic #johnny gage

[phantoms-fav-pigeon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Emergency (TV 1972) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage Characters: Johnny Gage, Roy DeSoto Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Whump, johnny owies, Blood, Head Injury, concussion, A lot of introspection, vomit is mentioned once or twice, Trapped, Building Collapse, Day 21 Prompt: "Is that blood?", Tumblr: Summer of 51's, johnny has issues and problems and they're kind of worked through here, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like firemen, uhh hinted at/mentioned Joanne/Roy/Johnny bc im poly and therefore so are my faves, but it can be ignored lmao, language bc i got a poddy mouth sorry, other characters are mentioned or have small roles, but i dont wanna tag them bc this aint about THEM yknow Summary:

Summer of 51's Day 21 Prompt: "Is that Blood?" In hindsight, well, John Gage had little self-perseverance, and would endanger his own life time and time again to make sure those who he deemed more important would stay safe. And, knowing either he or Roy would have had to go down, he just shrugged and said I'll do it, you check the rooms up here.

#emergency! #roy desoto #john gage #johnny gage #summer of 51's #fanfic #vee's fics #finally cross posting these! i'll limit them to like one a day or smth so i don't spam the tags #also this was my first e! fic!!

[oldtvlover]

Tag Nine (9) People You'd Like to Know Better

I was tagged by @ggswaywardgifrepository

Last song: Destiny by Jennifer Rush

Currently Watching: Emergency! S4 (original language for me)

Currently Reading: still many fanfics online

Current Obsession: Johnny Gage and with that Randy Mantooth. But also all other guys from Station 51!! lol

Tagging (only if you want to): Well, here we go: @cairistiona7, @claudiam1962, @johnnys-green-pen, @alpacazappa, @adgaea, @fiddler-sticks, @jh-arts, @madilayn and @harper-sherman

#tag game

[joanofart5]

My new smutty fanfic is up! I am by no means a professional writer, I’m not even good at it, but I love these boys so much, and there’s just not enough fic of these two together. I feel like my writing is improving with each one I write, though, and I hope someone out there enjoys it! I'll Call You Mine (8846 words) by Joanofart Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Emergency! (TV 1972) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage, Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage/Original Character(s) Characters: Roy DeSoto, Johnny Gage Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Bisexuality, Top Roy DeSoto, Bottom Johnny Gage, Talking about feeling up women, just talking though, no actual F/M sex, Idiots in Love, Smut, very little plot really, First Kiss, First Time, Masturbation, No Beta, Hotel Sex, Period Typical Attitudes, POV Johnny Gage, Bisexual Roy, Bisexual johnny Summary: Johnny and Roy are staying in separate hotel rooms for a work trip. They talk on the phone, it leads to inappropriate conversation, then they do more than talk.

#emergency! #johnny gage #roy desoto #I like to write #but I’m not a writer #More smut #Roy DeSoto/Johnny Gage #These boys are just the cutest! #They’re in love your honor #I won’t hear otherwise

[emergency-51]

Duty Calls

John Gage x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

“I don’t know if we’ll be that lucky,”

It had been one of the most perfect, peaceful evenings that the two of you had been able to have in awhile. Having crazy, stressful jobs didn’t present you the opportunity of having a night to yourselves very often. It sometimes felt like having the exact same days off was a bit of an impossible dream. It felt like you always worked on the same days, but never had the same days off. 

That’s why you were elated when it so happened that your schedules aligned for once. You both were able to catch the new episode of Adam-12 that the two of you had been meaning to see as well as grabbed dinner from your favorite Italian joint. You didn’t really care what you decided to do, as long as you had some well deserved time together. 

Nights in your apartment were usually so lonely and kind of boring. That’s why you always took advantage of when he was able to spend the nights with you, because it always felt so much more like home when he was there.You had basically declared an immediate date night and non-interrupted weekend...unless duty called. 

And duty did indeed call. 

As a nurse and a paramedic, it sometimes felt like you were never really off the clock.The bed underneath you had been soft and a perfect solution for your tired bones. You had been snuggled up against him in your bed, his arms securely wrapped around you to keep you from straying too far from him. His shirtless frame was warm against you and comforting. Whenever he stayed over, he had to be sure to bring his radio in case he was ever called in. It was never a nice feeling to be awakened by the sound of a blaring alarm at 5:00 in the morning. 

He woke first, the sound causing him to flinch harshly. For a second, he thought he was at the station and his initial confusion caused his heart to speed up a bit. He remembered that he had stayed the night with you, causing a smirk to spread on his face. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before gently pushing you off of him to keep from waking you as he listened to the dispatcher’s voice.

You stirred awake at the familiar sound despite Johnny’s attempt to keep you asleep. You lifted your head and peered up at John who was up and getting dressed now.

“Johnny? What time is it?” You asked groggily.

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of your delicate morning voice, a small chuckle escaping his chest at the sight of your tousled hair.

“About 5:00. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve gotta go.” He apologized, wishing he could stay just a little bit longer.

He knew that you understood that it wasn’t his fault. Still, he knew you were disappointed, because he was just as let down as you were.

“It’s okay. It must be something big if they’re calling all units,” You noted, watching as he pulled on his pants from the night before. “I wonder if they’ll call in extra hands for the hospital.”

As if on cue, your telephone in the next room began to ring. You made a guess that it was Dixie calling as many nurses as she could get a hold of at this hour. You leapt out of the comfort of your bed in your long t-shirt and scuttled to the coffee table in the living room where you kept your phone. Johnny slipped into his button down shirt (also from the night before), catching your side of the conversation.

“Hello? Uh-huh...Are you serious?...I’ll be there as quick as I can...Yep, see you then.”

You set the phone back on the hook, now fully energized as to what was going to meet you at Rampart.

“That was Dixie. They’re calling everyone that can come in.” You said, retreating to your closet to get dressed.

John buttoned his shirt. He’d have to meet Roy at the station before heading to the scene, so he’d change into his uniform there. His brows furrowed in thought.

“Huh. I wonder what’s happened. Did she say?” He asked curiously.

You nodded as you jumped and wiggled into a pair of jeans, buttoning and zipping them before answering.

“Apparently some big explosion up in the hills caused a huge fire. She said the ER is flooded and they need every available person on deck.” You explained, putting on your socks and shoes.

Feeling your medical training and adrenaline kicking in, the two of you went from relaxed to rushing to get ready in seconds. 

“I wonder if they’ll put us around the clock.” John wondered to you in the bathroom.You pulled your hairbrush through your hair, looking at yourself in the mirror.“I wouldn’t doubt it. Hopefully not as long as the last time.” You replied.

Johnny grimaced with a distressed grunt.

“Oh, don’t even say that. We were on call for days!” He recalled. “I never thought I’d see my apartment again.”

He slipped his feet into his own shoes as well as grabbed his radio, wallet, and keys. Just as you pulled your sweater over your head from coming out of the bathroom, you stood in front of him in the living room. He looked at you, taking the time to pull you into him.

“I guess I owe you another weekend.” He joked.

“I think I owe you one as well,” You laughed lightly, resting your hands on the fronts of his shoulders. “We’ll make it up if we’re lucky. I’m sure of it.”

“I sure hope so. Maybe next Friday we’ll be able to catch what happens to Malloy and Reed,” He said, referring to his beloved Adam-12 characters. “They really ended that episode on a cliffhanger.”

“I don’t know if we’ll be that lucky.” You snorted.

You both had a ritual where if the other had to suddenly get up and leave for work, you always noted where you needed to pick up where you left off for the next time. Not that you ever actually remembered, but it was a funny gesture. It made the other feel like they had something to look forward to...it kept you motivated.

“Let’s see...so your apartment, 5:00 AM, just you and me...” He recited.

His arms were still around you, not wanting to let you go. You nodded with a smile.

“Mmhm. If nothing else, I think we should have a decent breakfast together,” You mewled. “Pancakes, non-hospital brand coffee, bacon...”

He groaned with a low whistle.“You are too good to me.”A quick silence fell over the both of you. You looked up at him with a content, but slightly concerned expression.

“Look out for yourself and for Roy. Please be safe out there.” You said just above a whisper. He smiled softly, kissing you briefly.

“Yes ma’am,” He said cheekily. “You too, yeah? I’ll see you later on today I’m sure.” 

You nodded, kissing him once more before you broke off to your respective destinations. You knew you’d see him later, but even that wasn’t enough. You surely had wished you could’ve had your weekend, but you supposed that was the life of a nurse and a medic.

Interrupted weekend and unfinished cups of coffee.

#john gage #john gage x reader #john gage x fem! reader #john gage x female reader #john gage x you #john gage x y/n #john gage fanfic #john gage fanfiction #johnny gage #johnny gage x reader #johnny gage x fem! reader #johnny gage x female reader #johnny gage x you #johnny gage x y/n #johnny gage fanfic #johnny gage fanfiction #emergency! #emergency! tv #emergency! writing #emergency! fanfic #emergency! fanfiction #emergency-51

[phoenixthemenace]

I have a question that I hope you can help me with. I've been moving stuff over to ao3 to archive just for me to have it somewhere other than my phone since it likes to do random stupid shit with my doc. BUT I feel like I'm hogging space or something. Does anyone know of somewhere I can go and not be hogging the board or anything?

#writers of tumblr #emergency! #johnny gage #roy desoto #fanfic writer #ao3 writer

[topaz-eyes]

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: “Man, Charlie’s gonna flip out when he sees this.” Roy DeSoto & Johnny Gage, 723 words. Written for Three Sentence Ficathon using the prompt Any, any, The secrets that old car would know. Episode tag to "Survival on Charter #220."

#topaz writes fic #emergency #fanfic #johnny gage #roy desoto #hank stanley #the secrets that old squad truck knew #three sentence ficathon #emergency fan fiction #the fic outgrew its prompt oops #reviewing 'survival on charter 220' was an experience lemme tell ya

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Fire house boys x reader - Living At The ForeHouse pt.3

Part 3 of my Emergency! Series/part story.

Summary: the reader has had a horrible day and she misses her mom. She doesn’t want to go to the boys so she goes to Dixie instead.

Warnings: sadness, parental death, hypothermia, self harm.

Characters:

Roy Desoto

Johnny gage

Hank Stanley

Chet Kelly

Marco Lopez

Mike stoker

Kelly Brackett

Dixie McCall

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“You okay?” Daniel asked me as I shut my locker and grabbed my backpack.

“No.” I said softly. Daniel wrapped his free arm around my waist and hugged me into his side. He led me to his car and opened the door for me. I climbed in and set my backpack on my lap.

Daniel rounded the car and got in. He looked at me sadly and kissed my cheek. Then we started driving.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked me.

“Uh, not right now. I’m sorry Daniel.” I told my boyfriend.

“No it’s okay baby, don’t be sorry. We’ll talk when you’re ready.” He said giving me a small sad smile. I nodded and held his hand.

Who would I be able to talk to about these feelings? The men would just hug me and tell me it’s okay but I didn’t want that. I only really have one female role model in my whole life. Sure Roy’s wife, Joanne is so sweet but I only see her at least once every month.

I could go to Dixie about this. I just wouldn’t want to bother her.

“Hey Daniel, instead of the fire station can you drop me off at rampart?” I asked him. He nodded and squeezed my hand.

“You’re not pregnant are you?” He asked me jokingly.

I laughed a little, “no I’m not.” I said playfully.

Daniel smiled and we pulled up to the hospital. He parked in a empty space and we kissed.

“Promise me you will be okay?” He made me promise. I promised and I got out of the car with my backpack. I walked into the huge hospital and went for the elevator and pushed the floor button Dixie worked on. It moved me up to the correct floor and I got off it.

As I walked down the hall I felt a little guilty. I didn’t want to distract her from patients. As I started to think about it I could handle my feelings on my own, I started to cry.

First it was soft tears but then I was sobbing quietly. I opened the door to the reception room and turned to the reception nurse.

“H-hi Michelle, c-can you call Dixie up here for me?” I asked the older lady. She nodded and gave me a sad smile. The lady called for Dixie and I waited beside the desk.

Many people were looking at me and would whisper to the people with them. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around my waist and I waited for Dixie.

I saw her and her eyes immediately went soft and she grabbed my hand and led me to Dr.Bracketts office. She set me in his big leather chair and set my bag beside the desk.

I was still sobbing and she gave me a tight hug. She rubbed my back and I sobbed into her chest.

“What’s wrong y/n?” She asked me as she pulled away and pulled up a chair beside me.

“I miss my mom. I need her I miss her I can’t do this without her.” I cried. Dixie frowned and rubbed my back.

“I miss her so much.” I sobbed. I could see from all my tears and it was getting hard to breath. It felt like my lungs were shrinking. I started to hyperventilate and I grabbed Dixie lightly by her arm and started to freak out.

“I can’t breath. I can’t breath!” I sobbed more. Dixie quickly grabbed my hands and held them loosely in her lap.

“Okay breath with me y/n it’s okay.” She said as she did some breathing exercises with me. By the time I could breath again Dr.Brackett was entering the room.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me but then his face was full of knowing. He pulled up another chair on my other side. I was still crying a little but not as bad.

“Hi y/n.” He said softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Hey Dr.Brackett. I can leave if you need me to. I just needed someone to be there for me.” I said quietly.

Dr.Brackett shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder.

“You can stay as long as you need. You’re missing your mother aren’t you?” He asked me.

I choked on my breath and stared to cry again as I nodded. He rubbed my back and I cried for a couple more hours.

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Dixie drove me to the fire station and when I entered all the men looked at me. I gave them a small sad smile and went into my room. I dropped my bag beside my bed and went to my bathroom. I turned the water on and stepped into my stand up shower.

The water soaked my clothes almost immediately and made them stick to my body. My black pants, now even darker and were suctioned to my lower body. My pink shirt with flower designs now a dark pink and also sticking to my upper body. You could see my bra outline clear as day and even the dark color of it a little.

I sat on the ground of my shower and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my chin on my knee and I cried more. I miss her so much.

I have no idea how long I stayed like that. Even when all the hot water ran out and it was freezing cold I stayed in the same position, crying.

My dad, Johnny and Marco knocked on my bathroom sore to ask if I was okay and I always said I was. I knew I shouldn’t have been isolating myself like this, especially when my dad is hurting about my mom too. But I just wanted to be alone and be numb.

The cold water numbed my body enough for me to not be able to move my fingers. I started to get tired and I felt my eyes grow heavy and start to shut.

But then my bathroom door slammed open and all the guys stood there at the door. I couldn’t move my head to look at the men. I felt so weak.

All at once again, the men rushed to me and started to aid me.

Roy turned off the water and Johnny got a towel and handed it to my dad. He wrapped me in it and picked me up, carrying me to my bed. Chet sat down three towels so I would get my bed wet, then my dad laid me down on my bed.

Roy quickly took my temperature and waited. It was tense in the room and no words were spoken.

Then when Roy pulled back the thermometer he winced.

“It’s 94 Fahrenheit .” He said with a sad voice.

“I can call Joanne and ask her to come and help y/n change.” Roy said as he rushed out of the room. Johnny and my dad were rubbing my body with warm towels from the dryer.

Then in what felt like seconds Joanne came rushing in the room. She came to me and moved my hair out of my face.

“Alright guys get out, I’ll be fast.” She shoved all the men out and shut my bedroom door.

The older woman helped me stand up and strip me of my clothes. She got more warm towels and dried my body off. She helped me walk over to my bed once more and I sat down on one of the towels. She searched through my dresser and pulled out some underwear, shorts and an old grey stripped shirt that used to belong to Chet.

She dressed me then dried out my hair carefully with a warm towel and a hot hair dryer. She brushed out my hair gently and then helped me brush my teeth.

She then helped me to the bed and threw all the towels in the dirty towels bin and tucked me into bed.

When she finished everything she hugged me. And I hugged her back.

“Thank you Joanne.” I told her weakly. She smiled and kissed me on my head. She took my hand in hers and smiled.

“I’ll go tell the guys you’re done.” She said as she squeezed my hand. Then she left the room.

Soon all the men piled in my room and gently asked how I was feeling. My dad sat beside me on my bed while Johnny, Roy and Marco stood beside the bed. Mike and Chet were at the foot of the bed.

“What’s wrong y/n?” My dad asked. Tears spilled from my eyes and my dad pulled me into a hug.

“I miss mom.” I sobbed and buried my face into my dads chest. All the men frowned and sighed lightly.

“Can you guys give us a minute.” My dad announced to his men. They all nodded and left my room, closing the door behind them.

“I kiss her so much.” I cried. My dad squeezed me lightly and cradled my head to his chest.

“I miss her too.” He said quietly as he started to rock me back and fourth.

“You were her pride and joy y/n. She love you so much, probably even more than me. She was so happy when she found out she was pregnant with you.” My dad said as he rested his head on top of mine.

“We were only twenty three but we were so happy to start a family. When you were born she spent every minute she could with you. She loved you so much. We wanted to give you a little sibling when you turned eight. But that’s when she got sick.” He continued. I buried my head deeper into my dads chest and he kissed my head.

He turned and grabbed a framed picture from my nightstand and held it in his lap. I pulled away from our hug and laid my head on his shoulder. I looked at the picture and smiled.

It was a picture of me, my dad and my mom when we went to Silver Dollar City for my eighth birthday. She got sick later that year and suffered for four more years until she died. I was 13 and she and my dad were 36.

“She was so beautiful.” I said as I admired her beautiful hair and her gorgeous smile.

“You looked like her. Your e/c eyes are just like hers. And your beautiful y/h/c hair is just how hers was. She loves you y/n, I love you too.” My dad said. I yawned lightly and my dad kissed my forehead.

He got up from my bed and tucked me in. He gave me one last kiss on my head and bid me Goodnight. Then I fell asleep.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #x reader #reader insert #angst #cold water #hypothermia #hank stanley #emergency! #emergency #fire house #fire station #rampart #chet kelly #johnny gage #Dixie McCall #kelly brackett #roy desoto #marco lopez #Mike stoker

[johnnys-green-pen]

E! Fic: but not your sympathy

SO! Wrote a fic for a fic prompt @m-spn-e26​ sent in a good long while ago, but tumblr promptly ate the ask as I was trying to reply to it, so I guess you’ll get the fic link like this. The prompt was “A Fistfight”.

What I ended up writing was some VERY Early Series fic - it’s set at the very start of s1, perhaps even before the first episode. Roy’s the one who gets into a fistfight (using the term generously), more or less for Johnny’s sake - and Johnny gets to figure out that, maybe, Kel Brackett isn’t so bad after all. 

It’s Gen, vaguely shippy for Johnny/Roy (pre-slash? completely platonic? your choice!), and rated T. 

Link to AO3: but not your sympathy (6351 words)

Summary: Being backhanded by a dead victim's father isn't exactly how Johnny expected to find out that Dr. Kelly Brackett really isn't as much of a monster as he'd made Johnny believe, and yet here they are, in a treatment room, and Brackett's sticking a band-aid on his face with a kind of gentleness that Johnny hadn't thought him capable of at all, much less towards him.

And sure, stranger things have happened, but this has GOT to rank near the top of the list.

Johnny’s shoulder was really hurting a lot. 

It had really been his fault - they’d encountered a locked bathroom door at an apartment fire, and instead of doubling back for equipment like Roy had suggested, Johnny’d thrown himself against the flimsy-looking old thing. And yeah, it’d worked a treat, and maybe the whole thing really would have taken a turn for the worse if he hadn’t done it, but god, it’d hurt. 

At least Roy certainly seemed to think it had been the right thing to do - he’d sheepishly apologized for questioning Johnny’s methods afterward, but Johnny had been far too busy trying not to flinch at the sharp, sickly throbbing in his shoulder as he put the drug box back into its compartment to really appreciate his partner’s words. Roy’d told him he’d end up hurting himself. And yeah, he should’ve admitted to it afterward, should’ve told Roy that he’d been right - but as much as he knew that Roy liked him, knew that he’d picked Johnny as a partner because he enjoyed working with him, outright praise from him was a rare, precious gift and Johnny just didn’t wanna disappoint him. 

Besides, he could move his arm fine. It hurt, sure, but he was pretty sure nothing was broken or anything. 

He kept up appearances pretty successfully until the end of the shift, until he got careless. It was his stupid helmet that got him in the end - he’d been maybe a bit haphazard in stuffing it into the equipment locker, and it’d come tumbling down again, and Johnny’s hand had snapped forward to catch it, on pure instinct, and- 

well. 

Roy’d heard him yelp in pain, and that was that. 

He’d all but dragged Johnny into the locker room, insisted on helping him with his shirt (he’d carefully filed away the sight of Roy unbuttoning his shirt for him for future reference), winced at the angry purple bruise forming around his skinny shoulder, and decided that Johnny was going to Rampart now that the shift was over, whether he wanted to or not. 

And Johnny didn’t want to. He’d seen too much of Rampart during this shift, it’d been a real rough one even before they lost a teenaged boy to a drug overdose in the evening, and Johnny still wasn’t really okay after helplessly watching the kid seize all the way to Rampart. All he really wanted was to go home and catch up on some sleep - but his shoulder really hurt, bad enough that he probably wasn’t gonna get any sleep anyway. Besides, Roy usually didn’t fuss over him unless things were serious, really serious, and this just wasn’t that big of a deal no matter how you looked at it, so maybe Roy wasn’t really alright either. 

So yes, he let Roy drag him to Rampart in that adorable little Porsche of his. And alright, it was kinda nice to know that his partner cared enough about him to insist on this, cared enough to go with him, so while he didn’t particularly fancy getting checked out, it was alright. There were upsides to it.

Until, that is, they were walking down a corridor - relatively empty on an early Tuesday morning - and out of a room stepped a middle-aged man that Johnny immediately recognized, and it was like somebody’d poured ice into his veins. 

The teenager they’d lost the previous evening - that was his father, with his expression set like stone and his hands gripping a clipboard with hospital paperwork like he was about to snap it in half, and all that Johnny could think about was that they should leave, now, before he recognized th-

“YOU,” the man barked.

“Mister Davis, I am so sorry for your-”

“You killed my child.” His voice like a hailstorm, his expression worse. Pure hatred. It was really the only way Johnny could have described the man’s expression. That there on his face was pure hatred.

Johnny put on his best comforting expression, all compassion and sincere brown eyes (and an underlying tenseness that he hoped nobody would notice), even as his own emotions threatened to bubble over. It hadn’t been their fault. He knew that. He knew that. Didn’t mean he was okay with it. 

“I know it hurts to lose a loved one, Mister Davis,” he said, “I know it hurts, but with overdoses like this one there’s only so much we can do until we get them to-”

The sharp, stinging pain in his left cheek was immediate and unexpected, and it took Johnny a moment to figure out that the man had backhanded him. 

“My son was not an addict!” he screamed, grief and guilt channeled into a seething rage. He tossed the clipboard with the hospital paperwork he’d been holding to the side; Johnny heard it clatter away along the linoleum. Roy was shouting something in the background, but neither Johnny nor Mr. Davis were listening. Johnny had gotten into enough scrapes in his life to see the next punch coming long before it connected and stepped backwards, avoiding the sloppily swinging fist with an almost casual ease that only seemed to enrage the man even more. Johnny didn’t have the space to dodge again when Mr. Davis grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him backwards into the wall. He was too startled to scream when his injured shoulder hit the concrete, surprisingly strong fingers digging into the abused joint - all he managed was a pained yelp. 

Next thing he knew, Roy’d grabbed Mr. Davis by the arm, tightly enough that Johnny could see the tension all the way up into his shoulders, and yanked him away with a kind of cold anger that Johnny’d never even known his partner was capable of, the kind of anger that actually kinda frightened him. Mr. Davis whirled around to face Roy, his expression twisted with hatred, and Johnny wanted to call out to his partner, tell him that the guy wasn’t worth it, but his ears were still ringing from the slap, heat radiating from his cheekbone all the way to his jawline, and he’d hit the back of his head against the concrete - so instead of doing anything useful, he gave in to his wobbly knees and slid down the wall, choosing to sit down gracefully before his body made the choice for him.

“You insolent little piece of SHIT,” Mr. Davis shouted, and Johnny flinched - he’d heard THAT one before, and the fact that it was directed at Roy this time didn’t really calm him down, didn’t make his pulse race any less, and god he hated it when people fought.

“Now listen here,” Roy started, very quietly, dangerously calmly, “we did everything we could for your son. But he did overdose. That’s a fact. We were too late to save him. That is also a fact. We’re off-duty now, and here for a totally different issue, and I’d highly recommend that you find your paperwork and get out of my sight before I forget myself, am I making myself clear?”

Johnny’d actually expected the man to shrink back at that point, but he didn’t - instead, he yanked his arm free from Roy’s iron grip, and got right up in his face, and Johnny really didn’t like that, really didn’t like the tension between them, the more than a little unhinged look on the other man’s face, the way Roy was wound tighter than a spring about to snap.

“Do you not know who I am?” Mr. Davis barked. “I will sue you! You and that scrawny, incompetent idiot and his absurd accusations and this entire godforsaken program of yours! I will sue you into obli-”

And that was when Roy punched him. 

Just a nice, solid, decisive punch that seemed to come out of nowhere even to Johnny, and caught the jerk right on the side of his face. He stumbled back, silenced, and pressed his hand to his cheek while Roy let his fist drop to his side and took a deep breath, clearly thinking the whole thing was over and done with. He turned around, looked at Johnny, and-

Johnny managed to shout just in time to warn him when Mr. Davis came flying at him, but not soon enough to give him any time to react, and Roy and the other man hit the floor hard - and that was really the last straw for Johnny. Getting hit and insulted was something he could deal with, insulting the program was toeing the line. Mr. Davis had just lost his son, so Johnny was willing to cut him some slack - but he definitely wasn’t gonna stand there and watch while somebody hurt his partner. He wasn’t gonna stand there and watch this go on for a moment longer.

Technically, he wasn’t standing at all, which was kind of a problem.

He scrambled upright in a hurry and stumbled over to grab the man still practically sitting on Roy, a hand on his sternum to keep him on the ground, a hand pulled back for the next punch-

Johnny didn’t quite manage to grab him before his fist connected, but at least he got him before he could hit Roy again, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and yanking him sideways off of Roy, even as his shoulder screamed in pain. 

“Just stop fighting, alright?” he exclaimed. Mr. Davis didn’t listen, and Johnny had to make a grab for it, had to wrap himself around him, cling to his arms and legs, to keep him away from Roy and damn it, next time he got hurt he was just gonna go home like he’d wanted to in the first place. 

Moments passed, moments that Johnny spent with his eyes squeezed shut, clinging to Mr. Davis with all his might, only vaguely aware of what was going on around him as his entire focus lay on just hanging on, hanging on as tightly as he could, because if that guy managed to tear himself loose, both Roy ‘n him would be in for a world of pain. 

Finally, he heard a familiar voice asking “what’s going on here?” - that was Kel Brackett of all people, sounding something between confused and furious and goddamnit, why was everybody so angry today. 

Johnny felt Mr. Davis stop struggling, but he didn’t let go, couldn’t risk it.

“He lost his kid yesterday evening,” Roy replied hastily. “We handled the call. ‘N when he saw us earlier, he got aggressive and slapped Johnny. Slammed him against the wall.”

“So you picked a fight with him instead of getting help?” Brackett asked sharply, and Johnny could actually feel his pulse speed up. He really needed to get out of here, and fast.

“Sorry, Doc,” Roy replied. “Everything happened really quickly and I haven’t really slept last night and I just… didn’t think that far ahead. I didn’t mean to.”

A quiet huff.

“Alright. Roy, can you get up?” 

“Yeah, I- I think so.”

“Go get an orderly over here… and Joe Early handled this case, I think - get him here too, if you can. Alright?”

“Yeah,” Roy said and Johnny could hear the reluctance in his voice. Heard him grunt as he got up and went to look for that orderly.

There was a short silence, until Doctor Brackett spoke again.

“Johnny,” he said, “I think you can let go of Mr. Davis now.”

Johnny didn’t like that at all - sure, the man seemed calm enough now, but-

“Come on, Johnny, let go. It’s alright, I’ll watch him.”

Brackett sounded surprisingly friendly so far, and Johnny knew he’d better get a move on and do what the good doctor wanted before his tenuous patience ran out. Except he couldn’t - it sounded stupid, but Johnny didn’t even know where to start letting go, was worried what’d happen as soon as the man got his limbs free. 

A warm, broad hand on his, gently prying his fingers loose, tugging at his arms. Johnny let himself be guided by it, and a few moments later he was sitting on the floor instead, across from Mr. Davis, with Brackett kneeling between them, looking from one to the other. 

“Mr. Davis,” he said, “are you alright?”

Mr. Davis threw Johnny a withering look, but then he nodded. “I’m fine,” he said. Unconsciously rubbed his cheek again.

“Good. Johnny?”

Brackett’s expression was hard to read and that worried Johnny; he’d expected accusations and anger, and so far this didn’t seem like either and he didn’t know what to do with that.

“John, I asked you if you were alright,” Brackett repeated, frowning. 

Shit.

Normally Johnny didn’t mind standing up to him or any other doctor who’d decided to make some stupid hose jockey pay for their lousy day, but he was in pain and feeling kinda wobbly and he just didn’t want another argument. Not today. 

“Yeah, I’m, uh. I’m fine,” he muttered half-heartedly, wincing as his shoulder throbbed. 

“What are you even doing here?” 

“Hurt my shoulder on a run last afternoon and it wasn’t too bad at first but it still kinda hurts, so Roy dragged me down here to get checked out. Think he’s worried about rotator cuff damage or something, I dunno.”

Brackett’s pinched expression didn’t bode well, and Johnny really wished Roy hadn’t left him alone with the two other men, but in the end, Brackett just sighed.

“Alright. Johnny, do you want to tell me what exactly happened?” 

No.

“Sure, Doc. I mean, it happened pretty much like Roy said earlier. Mr. Davis recognized us while we were walking past each other and blamed us for the death of his kid. I tried to calm him down, which didn’t work. Roy was probably worried about Mr. Davis aggravating my shoulder injury so he yanked him away from me and the whole thing escalated. He ended up on top of Roy and punched him, ‘n I tried to keep him from hurting Roy by hanging on to him - and then you showed up.”

Brackett nodded slowly. “And Mr. Davis was the one who escalated?”

Johnny hesitated for a moment, worried if anyone would believe him, and then regretted his hesitation, knowing it’d make him look guilty. 

“Yeah,” he finally managed. “Yeah, he was.”

”Mr. Davis, do you have anything to add to that?” Brackett asked, still calm if a little sharp around the edges.

“He called my son an addict,” Mr. Davis ground out. “He called my dead son an addict.”

“I told him there’s only so much we can do for someone who’s overdosed,” Johnny corrected him. 

“There! I told you so, Doctor!”

“Well…” Brackett said slowly, “your son did die from an overdose, and from what I’ve heard, Mr. Gage’s assessment that they just couldn’t save him no matter what is accurate.” 

Mr. Davis sputtered, but before he could say anything more, Roy came back, with two burly orderlies and Doctor Early by his side. His partner had a smear of blood under his nose that made Johnny’s insides twist with worry. Sure, it was almost certainly nothing, just a result of that one punch Mr. Davis had gotten in before Johnny had stopped him, but he couldn’t tell if Roy had hit his head on the floor when Mr. Davis had tackled him… 

“Joe,” Brackett said, “I think Mr. Davis here might have some more questions about the death of his son, and I’d be very grateful if you talked to him before he beats any more paramedics to a pulp.”

“Sure, Kel,” Doctor Early said with a carefully polite expression that didn’t fool Johnny for a second - nor Brackett, going by his apologetic look as he pawned the problem off on his friend. Still, one of the orderlies helped Mr. Davis up, and he followed Joe Early into his office.

“Alright,” Brackett said after they were out of earshot, “now let’s take care of you two heroes.”

Ah, and Johnny’d almost thought they’d be spared Brackett’s wrath. 

“Hey, uh- hey, Doc,” Johnny quickly said, postponing the inevitable, “Roy’s got some blood under his nose.”

Brackett shot him a very strange look before he pulled a grimace. Or smiled, it was hard to tell with him sometimes.

“Johnny, I really hate to break it to ya, but you’ve got blood down your entire left cheek.”

Johnny instinctively reached up to touch his face, but Brackett caught his wrist. 

“Don’t touch it,” he said. Looked between Johnny and Roy. 

“Alright. Roy, did you hit your head at all?”

“No, I managed to keep it up while we fell,” Roy replied. “Mister Davis just clipped my nose when he punched me. It’s fine, though, it’s already mostly stopped hurting.”

“That’s good. Any pains and aches beyond the obvious?”

“Nope. I’m fine, doc. Promise.”

Brackett nodded, satisfied.

“That’s what we like to hear,” he said drily. “Now, Johnny, let’s take care of you, alright?”

Brackett still sounded oddly friendly given that Roy ‘n him had just gotten into a physical fight with a victim’s father, and he really wanted nothing more than to go home before the doctor remembered that he was supposed to be kind of an asshole, one who distrusted paramedics as a whole and didn’t like Johnny in particular - but now that he knew it was there, Johnny was pretty sure he could feel a trickle of blood creeping down his jaw, and his shoulder hadn’t taken kindly to the exertion either and he was actually kinda starting to worry that the injury might be more serious after all. 

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “alright.”

--Brackett

There was something weird about young Johnny Gage today. 

There was always something weird about Johnny - so young, so defiantly vulnerable in a way that used to infuriate him, used to remind him of that tender side of himself he’d spent decades trying to squash thinking it’d break him if he didn’t - but this was a different kind of weird. He seemed off-balance, skittish, tense in a way that Kel couldn’t quite pin down, but he didn’t like it. The blood slowly drying on his cheek didn’t help the unsettling impression either - but that was something he could fix, at least.

He got up and reached out for Johnny, wanting to help him up, and the young paramedic flinched, almost like he thought Kel was going to hit him. Like he was afraid of him. But that didn’t seem right: the young man had a disregard for his own well-being that so often got to Kel, and he seemed utterly fearless - not to mention the way he’d actively tried to rile him up back during training, stubborn, proud, endlessly argumentative, and utterly dismissive of any consequences there might be to going toe-to-toe with the head of the ER. 

And yet.

Kel just froze where he was, hand still outstretched, and after a moment that probably wasn’t nearly as long as it seemed to him, Johnny slowly moved. Blinked up at him like it took him a moment to remember who he was dealing with, and then reached out and took Kel’s outstretched hand with his left. Kel easily pulled him to his feet and led him off towards an empty treatment room, Roy following closely behind them. 

“Why don’t you go ahead?” Kel asked and nudged Johnny towards the door of Treatment Room 2. “I’ll be right there.”

Johnny shrugged, winced when he was apparently suddenly and painfully reminded of his shoulder injury, and stepped into the empty treatment room. Roy tried to follow him, but Kel held him back with a hand on his arm.

“Not you,” he said quietly. “I have a question for you first.”

“What is it, doc?” Roy asked.

“What happened to your partner?” 

Roy’s look turned puzzled as he tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “I guess you don’t mean the run-in with Mr. Davis?”

“I don’t know,” Kel replied. “He- did you notice the way he flinched away from me when I wanted to help him up earlier? He’s been skittish since I showed up, like he expects… I don’t know what. Fire and brimstone?”

“Huh.” Roy fell silent for a moment, looking like he was deep in thought. “Yeah, guess you’re right. He just… gets that way sometimes, and he’s kinda weird about conflict and people fighting even on a good day. Which this one’s not.” 

Kel didn’t like the sound of that. 

“Well, he doesn’t get that way with you, does he,” he said. 

A tired half-smile.

“No offense, doc, but I also didn’t rip into him the first time we met, and I didn’t do my best to scare him off the program all the way through training, and I usually don’t snap at him when he gets himself injured, either.” 

“I was really that bad, huh?”

“‘Fraid so, doc. Sorry.”

“And he hasn’t noticed yet that I’ve thoroughly come around to the program - and to him, for that matter?”

Roy slowly shook his head.

“Didn’t think I’d ever say that, but you’re overestimating him, in a way.”

Yeah, that was unexpected.

“What do you mean, Roy?” he asked.

“Well, yeah, he’s real empathetic. Great bedside manner, always knows just what to say with victims - but his off-duty social skills are shaky at best, and he’s got all the self-awareness of a headless chicken. I’d bet he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop when it comes to you, especially after we kinda got into a fistfight with a dead victim’s father. Mr. Davis might’ve started it, but it’s not a great look, and if Johnny thinks you’ve got it out for him anyway....”

That wasn’t what Kel would’ve wanted to hear, but it did make sense. It didn’t really explain why Mr. Davis had knocked Johnny that off-kilter in the first place, but that was probably a mystery for another day. Right now, it looked like Kel had a lot to make up for. 

“Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll go in there and fix what I can.”

“Are you talking about Johnny's injuries, or his feelings?” Roy asked astutely.

“Both, I hope.”

Roy pulled a face and nodded. “Well,” he said, “good luck. Tell Johnny I’m in the cafeteria grabbing a coffee.”

“Wait, I thought you’d want to give him some moral support,” Kel asked, and he knew that Roy could hear the surprise in his voice.

Roy sighed.

“Johnny is… well, it’s kinda hard to watch when he gets like that. Don’t get me wrong, I’d be there if he needed me, I’ll always be there when he needs me. I just don’t think he has anything to worry about from you, and I’m really tired and I really need a coffee if I wanna be able to drive later.”

Kel idly wondered if Johnny would have agreed with the assessment that he didn’t really need Roy there, but he did see Roy’s point.

“Alright, Roy,” he said and smiled before his expression grew serious again. “Are you sure you don’t want me to look at your nose first?”

Roy shrugged and experimentally felt along the bridge of his nose. 

“Nah, it’s fine,” he concluded. 

“Well, if you’re sure. I’ll send Johnny over to the cafeteria once I’m done with him, then.”

“Thanks, doc,” Roy said and left. 

Honestly, Kel wouldn’t have minded having him there for moral support either. 

Still, he dutifully stepped into the treatment room, where Johnny was sitting on the treatment table, hunched over and exhausted. He looked up at Kel as he approached, his expression wary and guarded. 

“Where’s Roy?” he asked immediately. 

Oh boy.

“Roy’s gone to get some coffee,” Kel said, and saw the young paramedic’s face fall in a way that was painful to watch. “He said to tell you that he’s in the cafeteria,” he added, almost apologetically.

“Alright,” Johnny said. He didn’t sound alright. He didn’t really look alright either - Kel could see how uneasy he was, and there was still blood drying on his face.

Narrowed, nervous brown eyes were tracking him as he closed the remaining distance, and he could see Johnny go stiff when he said “let’s take a look at you, then,” and reached out to tilt his head the right way. After a few moments, he noticed that Johnny was instinctively holding his breath, and he figured he’d better say something before the paramedic passed out.

Johnny relaxed incrementally as Kel pulled back, but he looked, if anything, even more distrustful than he had earlier. Kel’s job sure had been easier when he’d still been able to pretend that he didn’t care about his paramedics, but damn it, he’d come to respect Johnny, and he was tired of the wary glances and the skittishness - he knew they probably spoke of a conflicted past and difficult circumstances, whether on the job or much, much earlier than that, and it made him uncomfortable, triggered his protective instincts, and he didn’t know what to do with that.

“I’m… not mad at you,” Kel finally said, and immediately felt silly for stating the obvious. “For getting slapped by Mr. Davis, I mean. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen the way you talk to the victims’ families, you’d never do anything to provoke them. I know it was him who escalated.”

It was pretty obvious that Johnny hadn’t known. “You mean, you believed me?” he asked, seemingly genuinely surprised.

“Shouldn’t I have?” Kel asked back, and watched Johnny sputter, flustered, before using the opportunity to close the distance between them and taking another good look at his cheek. The wound wasn’t too big, but it looked angry, jagged. He vaguely recalled Mr. Davis wearing a class ring on his left hand, that must’ve been what did it.

“I, uh, no, I mean- I’m just not used to-”

To what, Kel wondered. People believing him? He suddenly realized that it probably would’ve been Johnny and Roy’s word against Mr. Davis’, if it’d come to that. He could see how Johnny might think he’d pick the older man’s side. 

Johnny kept breathing calmly while Kel carefully examined his cheekbone for any further damage, but he could still feel the paramedic clench his jaw under his fingers, and every line of his body, from the tense shoulders to the subtly jiggling foot, spoke of nervousness and pain. 

“Did he hit your nose or ear at all?” Kel asked, keeping his voice soft and even.

“I’m not sure,” Johnny replied, “everything just kinda stings.”

“Alright,” Kel said. “I’ll take a closer look at both then, just to make sure.”

He reached over to put a carefully probing finger against the side of Johnny’s nose, but the paramedic flinched and dodged him before freezing, like he was surprised by his own reaction. 

“I’ll be careful,” Kel said.

Johnny shot him a wary look, but he tilted his head back in his direction anyway, and he held still as Kel felt along the bridge of his nose. There was a small red scuff running down the side, but Johnny barely reacted as Kel carefully prodded at it. 

“You’re doing great,” he quietly said. “Can you turn your head over a bit? I want to see if he hit you on the ear, gotta make sure there’s no internal damage there.”

Johnny complied, but Kel could tell he was getting more anxious rather than less, the tension increasing, those expressive brown eyes narrowed in distrust and confusion.

“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” Well, that was a stupid question. “Just now, I mean,” he added a little sheepishly.

“I’ve never heard you be that nice to somebody older ‘n ten,” he finally muttered. “And it’s kinda starting to worry me.”

For a long, long moment, Kel didn’t know how to answer. 

“I’ve come to respect you hose jockeys quite a bit,” he finally said as he inspected Johnny’s ear. “And I don’t like seeing you hurt.” 

Wasn’t like any of the other ones paramedics would have rated the Nice Kel Special, especially not for a little cut and a shoulder injury, but he didn’t think they would’ve found it particularly helpful or reassuring anyway, so that was alright. Johnny didn’t need to know about that particular soft spot of his.

“Your ear’s fine,” he added when Johnny didn’t react. “I’ll clean and dress that cut on your face, and then let’s have a look at your shoulder, alright?”

Johnny hummed affirmatively as Kel went to work. He still seemed wary, and he still looked like he expected this to hurt. But the longer Kel worked on him, as carefully and gently as he could, the more Johnny started to relax - until he drew a deep, shaky breath and allowed his eyes to flutter shut for a moment as he slumped slightly. 

“Everything alright?” Kel asked. 

“Yeah,” Johnny replied, and Kel had a hunch that something about them had shifted, even if he couldn’t quite pin it down. “Is this gonna need stitches?”

“No, I think it’ll heal just fine without.”

Johnny’s “oh, good,” sounded equally surprised and pleased, and Kel could see a tiny, crooked smile tugging at the paramedic’s lips even as he tried to keep his face still while Kel stuck a band-aid on it, almost back to his normal self - at least outwardly. For all this resilience, Johnny was only human, and Kel couldn’t blame him for the haunted look that lurked behind the smile. Losing a patient was hard enough, losing a kid was worse - and Kel didn’t even want to know what the paramedic thought about being attacked by the dead kid’s father. 

“Alright,” Kel finally said. “Can you get your shirt off so I can take a look at that shoulder?” 

Johnny nodded and set to work, long, slim fingers fumbling with the small buttons. He was wearing a simple gray button-down shirt that had clearly seen better days, the soft, washed-out fabric contrasting against Johnny’s sharp angles. It looked simple. Comfortable, in a way that made Brackett want to get another shot at Mr. Davis, to really chew him out for not only attacking his paramedics, but for doing it when they were off-duty. Tired. Vulnerable. Damn it.

Johnny slipped out of his shirt with a pained groan and let it pool around his back. Doctor Brackett could see his issue immediately - an angry purple bruise was radiating out from Johnny’s shoulder. It looked big and deep enough to interfere with his range of motion even if there was no serious underlying injury. The paramedic took one good look at Kel’s face, and tried to peer at his own shoulder with an expression that could only be described as ‘grim’, so Kel figured that he’d probably grimaced at the sight of the injured joint. 

“Well,” Kel said with an apologetic shrug, “it’s definitely bruised.”

Johnny just nodded.

The more Kel poked and prodded at the injured joint, though, the more obvious it became that bruised was likely all it was - Johnny had full range of motion in that shoulder, even though he tensed his jaw against the pain and got those strained lines around his eyes as he carefully moved his arm, and nothing wobbled or made sounds that indicated any actual structural damage. 

“So, how did this happen, Johnny?” he asked halfway through his examination.

“Used it to break down a bathroom door,��� the paramedic muttered quietly, and had the good sense to look guilty about it. 

“Don’t you have equipment for that kind of thing?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Johnny gave him a wary look, clearly still worried about Kel’s reaction. Once upon a time, he would have been rightfully concerned - but not anymore. 

“So, was there any reason why you didn’t use that equipment?” Kel asked, keeping his voice deliberately even. 

Johnny winced, but Kel doubted that physical pain was the reason this time.

“I, uh…” Johnny muttered. “I had a hunch. There was an old lady behind that bathroom door and she’d fallen trying to get out of the shower when the fire alarm went off and the fire hadn’t reached anywhere near her flat yet, but I just - I don’t know. I didn’t want to risk going back down and getting a crowbar or something.”

A hunch. Well, that explained Johnny’s reluctance at least. Then again, it wasn’t like Kel himself didn’t sometimes have nothing but a hunch to go on.

“How’d it work out?” he simply asked.

“Two minutes after we got out, a gas line blew and I dunno if we’d have managed to get her out after that.”

Oh. Well, Kel was glad he’d asked this time before berating Johnny for being careless. 

“Alright, I won’t say anything, then,” he acknowledged with just a hint of a smile. “Just try not to do quite such a number on yourself next time. Your shoulder’s just bruised this time, but if you’d hit that door any harder, you might have done some real damage. As it were… well. When’s your next shift?”

“In four days,” Johnny replied. “D’you think I’ll be able to work?”

“Probably,” Kel replied. “It won’t be pleasant, but if you take it real easy the next couple days, you might make it. Just get back here if your shoulder doesn’t improve at all, or if you notice anything unusual - and use your good judgment when you’re due for work. Don’t overdo it.”

“Alright,” Johnny said, “I can do that.”

He reached behind him and started to maneuver himself back into his shirt - Kel gave in and helped him after watching him struggle for a few seconds. Neither of them acknowledged it. 

“Do you have ibuprofen at home? It’ll help the swelling go down faster.”

“I know, doc. And yeah, I do.”

“Alright, good.”

“So, Roy’s in the cafeteria?” Johnny asked as he got up.

“Hm. That’s what he said.” In retrospect, Kel was almost glad that Roy hadn’t joined them - he wasn’t entirely sure if Johnny would’ve put up with him in the same way if he’d had Roy to hide behind. 

“Alright. Well, I guess I better try ‘n find him.”

“Yeah. Take care, and remember to come back here if there are any issues with your shoulder.”

“Will do. And, uh.” Johnny’s look turned a little sheepish. “Thanks.”

As far as Kel was concerned, Johnny didn’t have anything to thank him for - if anything, he should probably have apologized, but that was a concession he wasn’t quite willing to make so obviously. With some luck, his actions would speak louder than his words.

“Sure, Johnny,” he simply said, and watched the treatment room door swing shut after the young paramedic.

–Roy

It felt like he’d sat in the cafeteria nursing a cup of coffee forever. He knew it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at most - but he felt bad for just leaving Johnny to his own devices, so every moment stretched into an eternity as he kept a watchful eye on the door.

He didn’t think he’d made the wrong choice as such - he knew he wouldn’t have helped anyone by being there, not really. He had needed a break and a cuppa joe. He still couldn’t get Johnny’s tense, strained look out of his mind. 

In the end, he was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice Johnny until he was practically standing right in front of him, still looking a little pale and a lot exhausted, but more… settled than he had earlier. There was a bandaid along his cheekbone, but his arm wasn’t immobilized and he hadn’t been away long enough for x-rays, which was probably a good sign. 

“Hey junior, how are you doing?” Roy asked.

“Brackett was nice to me,” Johnny replied, bewildered.

“That’s great, but I meant your shoulder.”

“Bruised,” Johnny said and sat down opposite him. “I’m s’pposed to come back here if it doesn’t get any better, but otherwise I’m cleared to work the next shift as long as I feel okay enough.” 

“Oh, good.”

Johnny hummed in agreement, and Roy was captivated enough by the subtle smile on his pretty face that it took him a moment to realize that his partner had hooked a finger over the edge of his saucer and was slowly but surely stealing his coffee. He kept eye contact as he raised the mug to his lips, a silent question in his look.

Roy sighed. 

“Go ahead - but I’m warning you, you're not gonna like this.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at him as he took a sip - and shuddered.

“... sugar.”

Roy just shrugged as Johnny glared at the mug, before sighing.

“You know, at this point I don’t even mind.”

“That bad?” Roy asked. 

Johnny drained the mug and placed it back on the saucer.

“Let’s get home,” he simply said. 

Roy thought about having to drive Johnny back to the station. About Johnny having to drive himself home, and being all alone in his gray little apartment. 

“Wanna come over and stay at my place for the day? There’ll be food, and we can ice your shoulder for a bit. I’ll get you back to your car in the evening or tomorrow or something.”

Johnny looked at him, and Roy knew that the offer had been a good idea just looking at the way his partner was trying to blink away his crushing exhaustion. 

“You sure?” he asked, like he really thought there was any doubt in Roy’s mind.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, alright.” An odd little shy smile. “Okay. Yeah, I’d - I’d like that. After everything that- well. I’d like that.”

Roy could feel himself relax for the first time since the run-in with Mr. Davis - no, for the first time since Johnny got hurt last afternoon, really. He knew he’d have to take a good, long look at that feeling later, but for now, he’d get to take Johnny home and keep a watchful eye on him, and that was good enough.

Johnny smiled at him, tired but heartfelt.

Yeah, this was enough.

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