~Home For Christmas~
By Cheryl
For Vicki: who's friendship
has become truly special to me.
Merry Christmas, Vicki!
J
“I'll be home for Christmas. You can plan on me. Please have snow, and mistletoe, and presents on the tree. Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.”
-Traditional Christmas Carol by James K. Gannon-
“Oh no, Johnny, that can't be!”
Even over the phone, Johnny could hear the anguish in his mother's voice. He sighed, fighting down the lump in his throat. “I'm sorry, Mom, I just don't have the money. Between all the work I missed because I was hurt and having to rebuild the engine on the Rover, I'm barely making rent and buying gas as it is.”
Johnny's father's voice cut in. “John, we understand. I really wish we could help you, son, but with the cattle prices as low as they are…” his voice trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished.
From his living room on that cold December day, Johnny nodded. The cattle business had been tough this year. His parents even had to sell off some of their prime breeding stock to make ends meet. They hadn't had to sell any horses…yet, but if things continued, the Gage family would be selling some of the best horses in the area. There was no way they could help Johnny at all. “I know, dad. Don't worry, I'll be fine.”
“Johnny, we've never been apart on Christmas.” Ella Gage fought down her emotions.
Johnny could hear the hitch in his mother's voice, and his own voice seemed to have the same problem. “I know, mom, but I don't see any options.”
“Well, son, we'll be thinking of you. Take care of yourself okay?” Robert Gage said his own voice filled with sorrow and frustration.
“I will dad, I promise. You take care too okay? And don't worry, the cattle prices'll come up soon, they always do.”
“I hope so son.” Roberts's reply was short and followed by a long silence.
“We love you, Johnny, don't forget that.” Ella finally broke the silence, sniffling.
“I know, mom; I love both of you too.” Johnny replied, fighting down the lump in his throat.
Silently, he hung up the phone and walked out on his deck. The air was crisp, but nowhere near as cold as it was in Montana right now. Johnny bit his lip, fighting back the tears his eyes so desperately wanted to release, as his thoughts turned to his Montana home. By now, the winter snows had started and when he closed his eyes, Johnny could see the snow capped mountains, contrasted against the endless sky that surrounded the family ranch. He'd never been apart from his parents on Christmas. Even after he moved to L.A., Johnny still flew home every December. But this year, they'd be far apart on a day when they should be together.
Johnny glanced around, trying to admire the beauty of the decorations his neighbors were displaying, but that was hopeless. Every lighted Santa Claus and every shinning angel reminded him of just how alone he was. Sure, he had friends, Drew Burke for one, but he and his family were going to San Francisco for Christmas to visit family. He had his new partner, Roy, but each of them was still getting to know each other. After only being partners for a few months, Johnny didn't feel comfortable imposing on him. Johnny smiled, thinking of his partner. The two of them seemed to hit it off from the very beginning, working together so well. What had started as a partnership was quickly becoming a tight friendship.
Johnny stood up and reached into a small crate full of wood he kept next to his chair. He rummaged through it andsearched for just the right piece, smiling as he pulled out a thick section of maple, about a foot long. Johnny carefully peeled the bark off the sides, turning it over in his hands. Perfect. He set the wood on his chair and walked into his apartment, returning a few minutes later, his wood carving tools in his hands.
Johnny sighed, picking up the wood and settling down in his chair. He carefully began to whittle away at the surface of the stick. Yes, he thought to himself. This Christmas, I'll just have to get along on my own.
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Johnny silently hung his red button down shirt on a hanger, pulling out a fresh uniform shirt. He'd arrived early to work today, which was unusual for him. But he hadn't slept well the night before. All he could think about was home, and how he wouldn't be there for Christmas.
Chet strolled into the locker room, watching Johnny for a moment, mischief playing at his eyes.
Johnny glanced over at him, doing a double take. “Chet? What is that?”
Chet stared at him. “What?”
“THAT!” Johnny motioned at the firefighter's head.
Chet's eyes rolled upward. “What this?” He asked, pointing at the fluffy red stocking cap on his head. “It's a hat, Gage. Haven't you ever seen one before?”
Exasperated, Johnny shook his head. “Only on a jolly fat man with a white beard.”
“Oh har, har, Gage. C'mon man! Christmas is the day after tomorrow! Get in the spirit!”
Johnny turned away, hiding his frown. Everyone around him seemed to be so high on the Christmas spirit but he just couldn't join in.
Chet watched Johnny for a moment, his curiosity piqued at how easily Johnny let their argument go. He shrugged. You're no fun, Gage. Chet walked away, waving at Roy who was crossing the apparatus bay.
A bittersweet smile crossed Johnny's face as he heard Roy coming his way, whistling the merry tune of Deck the Halls. Johnny winced, chuckling, as Roy's whistle cracked on the falala's. Undaunted, his partner continued, his happy mood not spoiled by the mistake.
Roy cheerfully patted Johnny on the back as he walked into the locker room. “Good Morning, Johnny. How the heck are ya' today?”
Johnny smiled back, amused by his partners mood. “Good, Roy, you?”
“Great! My mother-in-law decided to spend Christmas at Joanne's sisters house, instead of here.” His smile broadened. “I couldn't be happier!” A curious look crossed his face. “Say, what are you doing for Christmas, Johnny?”
Johnny shrugged. “Oh, I'm spending it with Drew Burke and his family," he lied. His actual plans consisted of a frozen TV dinner and a book. While they hadn't been partners for long, Johnny knew that Roy would invite him over in a second, whether or not he really wanted to. Johnny didn't feel comfortable with that. After all, he hardly knew Joanne. He felt like he'd be intruding on Roy's precious family time, and that just didn't sit right with him.
Roy smiled. “Oh, well, I was going to invite you over, but since you have plans…” Roy turned, opening his locker.
Johnny stared at his back for a moment, a smile playing at his lips. He could only imagine what Christmas at the DeSoto house was like. A large tree, Christmas music playing softly, the kids charging around the room, playing with toys and shaking their still wrapped gifts. Joanne cooking a Christmas feast. What a family. Johnny thought. I can't intrude on that. Johnny turned, pinning on his badge as he walked towards the apparatus bay. “See you at roll call, Roy.”
Roy nodded, watching Johnny leave. Something seemed to be bothering his younger partner, but Roy really couldn't tell what. I'll have to talk to him.
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“10-4, Rampart, Squad 51 clear.” Johnny responded, finishing the morning calibration on the biophone. He silently closed the lid, replacing the equipment in the squad.
Roy looked up from the drug box and paused, a bag of Ringers still in his hand. His normally talkative partner hadn't put one sentence together all morning. While Roy hadn't known Johnny long, he liked to think they were becoming very good friends and he wanted to help Johnny, if he could. “So,” Roy broke the silence, “You want to talk about it?”
Johnny looked up. “What?”
“Whatever's bothering you. You haven't said two civil words to me all morning. What's wrong? Are you mad at me for some reason?”
“No. I'm not mad at you, Roy.” Johnny shook his head. He closed the squad's compartment door and paused, his hand still on the door latch.
“Then what is it?” Roy prodded.
“Nothing.” Johnny's answer was short. He walked around behind the squad, jumping up in the back.
Roy shook his head. “Johnny…” his voice trailed off as the tones echoed through the station.
“Squad 51, woman down. Parker's Hardware Store. Corner of Belmont and Fourth, Belmont and Fourth. Time out: 9:03.”
Johnny jumped down from the squad and ran to the dispatch alcove. He grabbed the mike. “Squad 51, KMG 365.” Johnny replied, scratching down the address. He ran around the front of the squad and jumped in, as Roy drove from the station.
Roy parked the squad at the curb in front of Parker's Hardware Store. The two paramedics quickly grabbed their gear and were greeted by a tall thin man in a suit.
“Oh, thank goodness you're here. This way,” he motioned, hastily walking back into the store.
Johnny jogged a couple of steps, catching up to the man. “What happened?”
The man pointed to his chest. “I'm Frank Parker. I own this store. You see this woman, well, she kind of tripped.”
Johnny narrowed his eyes, glancing back at Roy. “Kinda tripped?”
Frank shrugged. “Well…oh, you'll see.” He lengthened his stride, entering the Christmas section of his store. He ducked under some garland and stopped abruptly at the end of the isle way.
Johnny and Roy stepped around him and paused, looking down at the woman on the floor in front of them.
She looked up, smiling sheepishly. “Hi, fellas.” A huge wicker reindeer lay across her lap, with several of its companions littering the floor around her. “I…uh…think I twisted my ankle.” She pointed to her left foot.
Johnny and Roy picked their way through the mess and squatted down next to her.
Roy gently reached out for her ankle. “How did this happen, Ms…”
“Wallace, Beth Wallace.” She smiled sweetly at Roy, and then turned a cold frown on the storeowner. “HE had theses things stacked in the corner, so you couldn't see them. Well, when I tried to pull one down to look at it, the whole pile came down. I tripped over that one,” she motioned to one of the reindeer who had a broken antler, “and I twisted my ankle in the process.”
Frank Parker sighed. “Ma'am, the sign clearly says, 'Please ask for assistance'; you shouldn't have tried that by yourself.”
Ms. Wallace shook her head. “It's your responsibility to maintain a SAFE store, right?” She looked at Johnny for conformation.
Johnny shrugged, clearly not wanting to be in the middle of this.
Beth Wallace continued without missing a beat. “Right. You obviously can NOT do that…OUCH!” She looked a Roy.
Roy gave her a reassuring smile. “Sorry. It looks like at least a sprain, possibly a fracture. We'd like to take you to the hospital and have a doctor look at it.”
Beth sighed. “Oh all right.” She once more glared at Frank Parker. “You're going to pay for any expenses I may have.”
Frank shook his head. “Oh no I'm not.”
“What?” Beth replied, her anger intensifying.
“Excuse me?” Johnny interjected. “Could you settle this later? I can't hear the hospital.”
Frank Parker grumbled, “Fine.” He stalked away, muttering under his breath.
Beth smiled at the two paramedics. “He'll pay, you just watch. He'll pay for all of this.”
“Yes ma'am.” Roy's answer was non-committal. He grabbed the BP cuff.
“Unit calling in, repeat.” The biophone squawked.
“Rampart, this is Squad 51. We have a female victim of a fall. Victim tripped over a wicker reindeer. She is complaining of pain and tenderness in the left ankle. There are no other apparent injuries. Stand by for vitals.”
“51, repeat. She tripped over what?” Brackett's confused voice replied.
Johnny smiled. “Rampart, she tripped over a wicker reindeer.” Johnny grabbed the slip of paper Roy handed him. “Rampart, vitals are BP 120/78, pulse 80, respiration's 14.”
“10-4, 51. Immobilize the ankle and transport.”
”10-4, Rampart.” Johnny set down the biophone receiver and handed Roy a splint. He glanced up at the waiting ambulance attendants. “We'll be ready in a couple of minutes.”
Roy quickly splinted the victim's ankle. “Okay, Ms. Wallace,” Roy said sliding his hands under her legs. “We're going to lift you onto this stretcher and take you to Rampart, okay?”
Beth nodded and Roy and Johnny carefully lifted her onto the stretcher. Quickly gathering up their equipment, the paramedics followed the stretcher out of the store.
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Roy leaned against the doorframe as he watched his partner cleaning the dorm. After their first call, Johnny had once more become quiet and reserved, not talking to anyone, least of all Roy.
“So, you going to tell me what's wrong?” he ventured quietly.
Johnny continued to sweep. He briefly looked up at Roy, shaking his head. “Nothing's wrong, Roy. I wish you'd stop pushing me about it.”
Roy nodded. “Fine. But if you want to talk, I'm here.” Roy looked up, spotting Chet coming in from the bathroom. He was still wearing his Christmas hat and had an impish smile on his face. Roy rolled his eyes. Here we go again.
“Hey, Johnny,” Chet asked walking straight into the path of Johnny's broom. “Aren't you done yet?”
Johnny sighed staring pointedly first at the broom then at Chet.
“Hey!” Chet exclaimed, jumping back as Johnny rammed the broom head into his toes. “Ouch! What was that for?”
A slight smile creased Johnny's face.
The first one today. Roy noted. From torturing Chet. Now it was Roy's turn to smile.
“That'll teach ya to stay out of my way, Chester B.” Johnny replied, never stopping in his sweeping.
Chet shook his head. “Geeze Gage, where's your Christmas Spirit?” Chet teased lightly.
Abruptly, Johnny stopped sweeping. He turned back to Chet.
Chet's smile disappeared at the pained look on Johnny's face. “Gage…” he started, but Johnny just leaned to broom on the wall and left the dorm.
Chet looked at Roy. “Roy, man, what did I say?”
Roy shrugged. “He just seems bothered today. Do me a favor, Chet and lay off him for a while okay? Something's really got him bugged.”
Chet nodded slightly and also walked out of the dorm, leaving Roy alone with his thoughts. What is eating at you, Johnny? Roy worried. He sighed, pushing himself away from the doorframe, determined to find his partner.
Roy walked into the dayroom, scanning the length, looking for Johnny. Not finding him, Roy turned to leave, only to be stopped by Captain Hammer.
“DeSoto,” Hammer walked up to Roy.
“Yeah, Cap?” Roy asked, pausing.
“Lunch is almost ready. Where's Gage?”
Roy shrugged. “I'm trying to find him now, Cap.”
Hammer nodded. “Well, when you do, come back. It's time for lunch.”
“Okay.” Roy turned, leaving the dayroom. He walked around behind the squad and out the back doors. Roy smiled slightly, spotting Johnny leaning against the hose tower. His partner was watching the passing traffic, arms folded across his chest. Roy silently walked up behind him. “Johnny?”
Johnny turned his head, giving Roy a slight smile.
“You okay?”
Johnny nodded, sighing. “Yeah, fine. I just needed some air.”
Roy chuckled. “Well, just about everyone needs a breath of fresh air after being around Chet.”
A smile crept onto Johnny's face. He chuckled once. “Uh-huh.”
Roy's eyes narrowed as he stared at his partner. He sighed. “Look, Johnny. If you want to talk to someone, I'm here, okay?”
Johnny dropped his head, staring briefly at the ground. His smile faded. “Thanks, Roy, but everything's fine.” He once more gazed at the busy street.
“Okay.” Roy wasn't convinced, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He jerked his head toward the station. “Cap told me to find you. Lunch is ready.”
Johnny turned following Roy into the station. Both men froze in their tracks as the tones sounded.
“Squad 51, man with unknown injuries. 1121 Willowbrook, 1-1-2-1 Willowbrook, cross street Martin, time out: 12:04.”
Johnny sighed, his stomach growling. He followed Roy to the squad where Captain Hammer was waiting with the response slip.
“We'll save you some lunch.” He smiled, backing away from the squad as Roy pulled out of the station and hit the reds.
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Roy parked the squad next to a run down matchbox house. The two paramedics quickly grabbed their equipment and made their way to the front door, dodging junk and garbage that littered the yard.
“What a mess,” Johnny commented, stepping over a rusted out muffler. “There must be half a car lying around here.”
Roy nodded. “I sure wouldn't like to be his neighbor.” He set down the drug box and knocked on the door.
A middle-aged woman, with bright pink curlers, opened the door. She looked them over as she pulled the cigarette out of her mouth. “Oh, it's you. Well, come in.” She stepped aside, allowing the two men to enter.
“Ma'am?” Roy asked. “You called us about an injured man?”
She nodded, leading them into the living room. “This way.”
Roy and Johnny followed her, picking their way through a mess scattered all over the floor. They walked into the living room, finding a large man sitting on the couch, clutching his right hand.
He looked up, rolling his eyes. “Aw, Sandy! What'd ya go and call them for?” He protested loudly.
Sandy pointed her finger at him. “Earl, don't take that tone with me! That hand needs to be looked at, and your macho ego isn't going to get in the way!”
Despite his disgust at the filthy house, Roy had to smile at the discussion between the couple. He glanced at Johnny, whose eyes were crinkled slightly in amusement.
Earl grumbled something unintelligible under his breath.
“Earl Bradford Nelson! What did you say?” Sandy put both hands on her hips, glaring down at her husband.
Earl winced at her use of his full name. He looked up, smiling sweetly. “Nothing important, baby cakes. I'd love to have these nice men look at my hand.” He held it out to Johnny, palm up, blood dripping off his fingers.
Johnny set down the biophone, taking Earl's hand. He palpated it gently, examining the gash on the palm. Johnny looked at his partner. “Looks like about a three inch laceration, about an inch deep.” He looked back at Earl. “Sir, can you flex your fingers for me?” Johnny watched as Earl slowly moved each finger. “Roy, he still has full mobility.”
Roy nodded, handing Johnny some sterile compresses, which Johnny pressed to the wound as he lifted Earl's hand above his shoulders.
Earl hissed in pain, glaring at the young paramedic. “That hurts!”
”Sorry,” Johnny replied, “but I have to stop the bleeding. How long ago did this happen?”
Earl shrugged. “Oh, I'd say about a half an hour ago. Ya see, I was sharpening my knife,” Earl reached behind him to the end table, grabbing his bowie knife.
Johnny reflexively leaned away from Earl as the man flashed the knife in front of him.
“She's a beaut, ain't she?” He smiled with pride.
“Uhhh…yeah,” Johnny replied. “Umm…why don't you put that down?”
Earl's smile faded. “Oh…yeah, sorry.” He carefully set it back on the table. “Anyhow, I was sharpenin' the knife, and…well, she slipped on me.”
Roy knelt down next to Earl, wrapping the BP cuff around the large man's arm.
Earl jerked away, turning his attention to Roy. “Hey! What's that for?”
“Well, you've been bleeding a lot, I'm just going to take your blood pressure and make sure you're okay.”
“Okay? Of course I'm okay!” Earl quickly stood up. “I'm just f…”
“Whoa!” Johnny exclaimed, grabbing Earl's arm. Roy quickly grabbed the other, as Earl turned white as a sheet and his knees buckled.
“Earl! Honey pie!” Sandy exclaimed, jumping out of her chair.
“Oh…I don't feel so good.” Earl slowly sat back down with the paramedic's help.
“What's wrong with him?” Sandy asked, “Is he okay?”
“Sir, why don't you just lay down here?” Johnny suggested. He helped Earl lift his feet up onto the couch and lay back on a pillow. Johnny looked at Sandy. “Ma'am he's going to be okay. He's just a little dizzy from bleeding so much, that's all.” Johnny grabbed two more pillows and elevated Earl's feet, as Roy repositioned the BP cuff.
After a moment, Roy pulled the stethoscope off, looking at Johnny. “90/60.” He reached for Earl's wrist.
Johnny grabbed the biophone, clicking the antenna in place. “Rampart, this is Squad 51.”
“Go ahead, 51.” Dr. Mike Morton replied.
“Rampart we have a male, approximately 45 years old. He has a deep laceration on his right palm, we estimate as about three inches long. There's no loss of mobility in any fingers. We've applied sterile compresses to the wound and the bleeding has slowed, however, the victim was bleeding for about 30 minutes before we arrived. Victim became light-headed when he stood up, but he didn't loose consciousness. He's now lying down with his legs elevated.” Johnny glanced down at the slip of paper Roy handed him. “Rampart, vitals are: BP 90/60, pulse 112, respiration's 20.”
“51, start the victim on 6 liters O2. Start an IV with Ringers and transport.”
“10-4, Rampart.” Johnny responded. He grabbed the HT. “LA, Squad 51. Respond an ambulance to this location.”
”10-4, 51.”
Roy grabbed the IV supplies, as Johnny reached for the oxygen.
“What's that?” Sandy asked, eyeing the large bore needle Roy positioned over Earl's arm. “What are you doing? I thought you said he'd be fine!”
Roy looked up at her, smiling reassuringly. “Ma'am he's going to be fine. We're just going to give him some fluids to help his body replace the blood he lost. That's all.” Roy's head jerked back around as Earl pulled his arm from the paramedic's grasp.
“Oh no you don't! You're not sticking some needle into MY arm!”
Sandy leaned over next to Roy, glaring down at her husband. “Earl! Don't be a baby! You just lie there and do EXACTLY what these nice young men tell you to and don't give them any lip about it!”
Roy winced, trying to move his head away from her shouting.
“But…Sandy…” Earl started, still keeping his arm from Roy. He swatted at the O2 mask Johnny was trying to place over his face.
“EARL! No buts!” Sandy pointed her finger at him for emphasis.
Earl sighed, surrendering his arm to Roy and allowing Johnny to place the mask on his face. He winced as Roy inserted the needle in his arm. Earl opened his mouth to comment, but abruptly closed it, thanks to a scathing look from Sandy.
In no time, the ambulance arrived and Earl was quickly moved to a stretcher and taken out of the house.
Johnny jumped into the back of the ambulance, taking the drug box and biophone with him as Roy closed the ambulance doors and walked back to the squad.
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Roy yawned, standing up from the sofa. He glanced over at Johnny, who was absently stroking Boot on the head and staring at a book. Their uneventful day had given Johnny plenty of opportunities to talk to Roy about what was bugging him, but Johnny had successfully avoided the subject all day. Roy had tried a couple more times to rope his partner into a conversation, but the young paramedic had evaded the subject all together. Nothing I can do seems to get through to him! Roy stretched…his thoughts of a nice warm bed interrupted by the tones.
“Station 51, house fire. 9210 West Baker. 9-2-1-0 West Baker. Cross street 52nd, time out 22:03.”
Captain Hammer was the first out of the dayroom. He grabbed the CB mike as the rest of the crew ran to the vehicles. “Station 51, KMG 365.” He scribbled down the address, tearing it from the pad of paper. He handed one copy to Roy in the squad and kept the other as he ran to the engine.
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“There it is, Roy.” Johnny said, pointing to an orange glow showing through some trees. The squad lurched to a stop right in front of a burning house, the engine right behind them.
Captain Hammer grabbed his HT and jumped down from the engine. “LA, Station 51. We have a fully involved two-story house. Request a full first alarm assignment.”
“Station 51, 10-4.” Dispatch responded, followed by the sounds of various different station tones.
A young heavyset woman ran across the yard towards them. She grabbed Johnny's arm, as he stepped from the squad. “Help! Please!!” She shrieked hysterically, pulling him toward the house.
Johnny firmly grabbed her by the arms, staring into the woman's eyes. “Ma'am, please! Calm down!” Johnny shook her gently. “It's okay, we'll help you! Calm down.”
“My husband's in there!” She screamed, pulling away from Johnny. The woman ran toward the house, only to be stopped by Captain Hammer. “Ma'am, you can't go in there! We'll help your husband. Where is he?”
“In the living room! Oh my God, Roger!” She screamed.
“Gage! DeSoto! The living room! Go!” the captain yelled, firmly holding onto the woman.
Johnny and Roy grabbed their SCBA equipment, pulling it on as they ran toward the house. They burst through the front door, looking around in the smoky haze. Johnny and Roy made their way to the living room, immediately spotting the prone man. Flaming coals were all that was left of what looked like a Christmas tree, right in front of a shattered bay window. The two paramedics quickly picked up the victim, each man draping one of the victim's arms over their shoulders and headed for the door.
They burst out of the house, carrying the victim between them. The woman broke free of Captain Hammer's grasp, running toward her husband. “Roger! Oh, God! Roger!”
Dick Hammer waved at Marco. “Lopez! Grab their equipment!” He shouted, motioning at Roy and Johnny.
Marco sprinted to the squad, dodging firemen, as the additional firefighters arrived at the scene.
Johnny and Roy carefully lowered Roger to the ground. Roy grabbed his wrist, palpating a pulse, as Johnny cocked his head over the unconscious man's face.
Johnny shook his head. “He's not breathing.” Johnny quickly pinched off the man's nose and gave him two quick breaths of air. He checked again, shaking his head. Johnny continued rescue breathing as Marco charged up, juggling the oxygen, biophone and drug box in his hands.
“Pulse is 110.” Roy set down the man's arm, grabbing the oxygen. He set the resuscitator next to Johnny, who quickly switched from rescue breathing to ventilating with oxygen.
Roy opened the drug box, grabbing the BP cuff and stethoscope. He quickly strapped the cuff on the man's arm.
Roger's wife sobbed quietly, her hand on his left thigh. She looked up at Johnny, tears streaming down her face. “Is he going to be okay?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“We're gonna to do our best.” Johnny replied, panting slightly. He stopped ventilation for a moment, watching the man's chest rise and fall. Johnny looked at Roy. “He's breathing on his own.” Johnny quickly changed over to a free flow oxygen mask, which he gently placed over Roger's face. Johnny began checking the victim for any signs of other injuries.
Roy grabbed the biophone, quickly setting up a link. “Rampart, this is Squad 51.”
“Go ahead 51, this is Rampart.” Dr. Brackett responded.
“Rampart we have an unconscious male, smoke inhalation victim, age…” Roy looked at the wife.
“28” she responded quietly.
“Rampart age is 28. Victim was in full respiratory arrest when we brought him out. We started ventilation immediately and the victim is now breathing on his own, rate about 25. BP is 140/90 and pulse is 110. We have him on 12 liters O2.”
“51, is there any signs of further injury?”
“Stand by, Rampart.” Roy responded. He looked at the wife. “Ma'am, what happened to him?”
“He…he fell off the ladder, trying to put lights on the Christmas tree. There must've been a short or something…and…and the tree caught on fire. I…I didn't have the strength to carry him out.” She sobbed.
Johnny gently palpated the man's right shin. “Roy, I think we have a fractured tibia here.” Johnny pulled off the man's shoe and grabbed his scissors, gently cut the pant leg away, revealing a large unnatural lump on Roger's leg.
Roy pulled out his penlight and flashed it in both of Roger's eyes. “Equal and reactive.” He quickly checked the victim's ears. “No blood or fluid in either ear.” Roy carefully palpated the man's skull. “I don't feel any bumps either.”
Roy once more picked up the biophone receiver. “Rampart, victim fell off a ladder. We estimate about a five-foot fall. He has a probable broken right tibia. Pupils are equal and reactive with no blood or fluid in either ear, and there's no visible evidence of head trauma.”
“51, immobilize his neck, back and right leg. Start an IV D5W-TKO, keep him on O2 and monitor his vitals closely. Transport as soon as possible.” Brackett ordered.
“10-4, Rampart.” Roy responded.
Dick Hammer walked up, squatting down next to Roy. “DeSoto? How is he?”
Roy shrugged. “We're going to have to put him on a backboard, Cap, and transport him to the hospital.” Roy motioned at the wife. “I think she needs to be checked out too.”
Dick nodded. “I've already called for an ambulance. I'll send someone over with the backboard, okay?” He stood up, motioning at some men.
In no time, they loaded the victim into the ambulance. Johnny gently helped the wife in next to her husband and jumped in, taking the biophone and drug box from Roy.
“See you at Rampart.” Roy said.
Johnny nodded, opening the drug box as Roy slammed the ambulance doors shut.
Roy watched for a moment as the ambulance pulled away, siren screaming. He shook his head at his partner's subdued attitude. Talk to me, Johnny!
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“Hey, Dix,” Roy smiled at Rampart's ER nurse as he walked up to the base station. “Have you seen Johnny?”
Dixie smiled. “Hi, Roy. Johnny's in 2 with Kel and your inhalation victim.”
Roy nodded. “So, what are you doing for Christmas, Dix?”
“I'm cooking dinner for Kel. You?”
“Oh, Joanne is cooking a big dinner for the family. We've been so busy lately, that we haven't had any good family time. So, we're just going to stay home, Joanne, the kids and me. A nice quiet Christmas.”
Dixie chuckled. “Two kids on Christmas? Somehow I don't think that's going to be as quiet as you would like, Roy.”
Roy laughed. “Yeah.”
“Excuse me, nurse?” A young, brown haired policeman walked up to the base station.
Dixie smiled at him. “Yes? May I help you Officer…”
“Burke, Drew Burke. I'm here about the mugging victim?”
Dixie nodded. “Oh, yes, she's in treatment 4 with Dr. Early. It'll be a few minutes before you can talk to her.”
Roy smiled. “Drew Burke?”
Drew looked at him. “Yeah. Do I know you?”
“I'm Roy DeSoto, Johnny's partner.” Roy extended his hand, which Drew took.
“Oh, you're Roy! Nice to meet ya! Johnny's talked a lot about you.”
Roy chuckled. “All good I hope! This is Dixie McCall, ER head nurse.”
Drew and Dixie shook hands.
“So, Drew,” Roy continued, “You're going to have Johnny over for Christmas, huh?”
Drew's smile faded. “What? Me?”
Roy frowned. “Well, yeah. Johnny said he was spending Christmas with you.”
Drew shook his head. “You've gottta be mistaken, Roy. Pam and I are going to San Francisco for Christmas to be with her family.” He looked around Roy, noticing the door to Treatment 4 opening. “Excuse me. Good to meet both of you.” Drew waved and headed for Dr. Early, who had just exited the treatment room.
Confusion settled on Roy's face. He looked at Dixie. “I wonder why Johnny would lie like that?”
Dixie shook her head. “I don't know. That's so unlike him.”
Roy nodded. “Yeah. He's been acting like something's bothering him, but he won't tell me anything and now this? Something's wrong, Dix. I know it, and I'm going to find out what.”
“Good luck, Roy.” Dixie commented. She agreed with Roy, but knew that Johnny could be a tough cookie to crack sometimes. Dixie looked up, spotting Johnny leaving treatment 2.
Johnny walked up to the base station, setting the drug box down. “Hey,” he said quietly.
Roy stared at him intently. “How's the victim?”
“He's going to be fine.” Johnny shrugged. “Just a broken right tibia and a concussion. He'll probably be out in time for Christmas. Ready to go?”
Roy nodded, pushing away from the counter.
Both men waved at Dixie. “Bye, Dix.” They said simultaneously.
Dixie grinned as she watched them walk away. Her smile faded as she thought about Johnny's deception of Roy. She'd known Johnny for a long time, even before he was a paramedic, and it was so out of character for him to lie about anything. Dixie thought about how fast and strong of a friendship Johnny and Roy were building. If anyone can find out what's wrong with him, Roy can. Satisfied with her answer, Dixie returned to her paperwork.
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Roy slowly drove the squad down the brightly-lit suburban street. Even though it was dark, he was tempted to turn off the headlights, for the street was lit up, Christmas lights and decorations making it almost as bright as day. Roy glanced away from the road for a moment and looked at his partner.
Johnny was leaning on his arm, chin resting in his hand and staring out the window. The distant look on his face gave Roy the feeling that though Johnny was sitting right next to him, he was a million miles away.
The blond man looked back to the road. They were halfway back to the station and Johnny hadn't said a word to him the whole way. Roy sighed. Deep down he felt somewhat betrayed that Johnny had lied to him. Roy liked to think the two of them were becoming good friends and developing a close working relationship. “Wow, some people really go all out decorating for Christmas, don't they?” Roy asked, fumbling for some way to strike up a conversation with Johnny.
Johnny continued to stare out the window, not responding to Roy.
“Johnny?”
With a start, Johnny looked over at Roy. “Huh? What?”
A moment of hesitation stopped Roy. He didn't want to anger his partner and have Johnny push him further away. But we have to talk about this.
“I ran into Drew Burke at Rampart.” Roy glanced at Johnny.
Johnny's back stiffened. He clenched his jaw, once more looking out the window. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Roy paused. “He told me that Pam and him are going to San Francisco for Christmas.” Roy continued to stare out the windshield. In the silence that followed his simple comment, Roy could feel the tension radiating from his young partner.
Johnny shook his head, looking down at his folded hands. “I'm sorry, Roy,” he finally whispered. “I didn't mean to lie to you, it's just…well…you caught me off-guard.” Johnny looked up at his partner.
Roy pursed his lips. He momentarily glanced over at Johnny. His younger partner was ashamed at what he'd done and it was written all over his face. Roy nodded. “It's okay, Johnny.” He paused. “Do you want to tell me what's going on?”
Johnny sighed in resignation. “I…I can't go home for Christmas. It'll be the first time ever, Roy.” Johnny rushed on. “There's no way I can afford the plane ticket and there's no way my parents could help either. The ranching business has been tough on them this year.”
Roy shook his head. No wonder you've been so bugged! “Johnny, Joanne and I would love to have you over for Christmas.”
Johnny shook his head. “No, Roy…That's…well, that's why I didn't tell you right off.”
“What?” Roy was confused.
Johnny fidgeted, the seat suddenly becoming uncomfortable. “I don't want you to feel obliged to invite me over. It wouldn't be right. Christmas is family time. I'd be intruding.”
Now it was Roy's turn to disagree. “Johnny, That's not true. You wouldn't be intruding at all. I know Joanne would love the opportunity to get to know you better. She always cooks too much food anyway. We could use another mouth to feed it to.” Roy smiled slightly. “I'm not inviting you out of obligation, Johnny, I'm inviting you because you're my partner…and my friend.”
“I…I can't…” Johnny stammered. He sighed, turning his attention back out the window. “Roy, just leave it alone, okay?”
“Johnny…”
“Roy, please!” Johnny slapped the dash for emphasis.
Roy shook his head, dropping the subject. He turned his attention back to the road. You just won't give an inch! He sighed, once more glancing over at his stubborn partner. Roy drove on, the lights around him suddenly loosing their appeal.
Roy had no sooner parked the squad, as Johnny jumped out, heading for the dorm. The young paramedic breezed by Captain Hammer without even an acknowledgment.
Dick Hammer looked at Roy. “What's his problem? Did something happen to the victim?”
Roy shook his head. “No, the victim's gonna be fine. We had an argument on the way back, that's all.” Roy shrugged. He held back telling the Captain everything, unsure whether he should break Johnny's confidence by talking with the Captain.
Dick nodded. “Well, that's bound to happen sometimes. Do me a favor and try to patch it up okay? You guys work too good together to let some argument split you up.”
Roy nodded. “Don't worry, Cap. It was just a little fight, that's all. Johnny and I are fine.”
Hammer nodded, smiling. “Good.”
Roy watched as the Captain walked away. He glanced toward the dorm. Yeah, everything's okay. Like it or not, Junior, you're stuck with me.
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Roy rolled over, blinking his bleary eyes as the morning test tones sounded. He heard the Captain acknowledge dispatch and looked around as the rest of the crew stirred in their beds. Roy glanced over at his partner. Johnny's eyes were open and he was staring at the ceiling. “Mornin' Johnny.” Roy yawned, sitting up and slipping into his turnout pants.
Johnny too sat up, stretching. “Mornin'.” He stood up, pulling his suspenders over his shoulders as he headed for the bathroom.
Roy followed behind, scratching the back of his head. They'd had a restful night with no calls, for which Roy was thankful. He'd needed a good night sleep, Joanne planned to decorate the Christmas tree today and the kids were on Christmas vacation. I'll need all the energy I can get! Roy smiled, an idea forming in his head. “Hey Johnny?”
Johnny paused, turning back to his partner. “What?”
Roy's smile widened. “Want to come by for dinner tonight? We're decorating the tree today and really could use some help.”
Johnny smiled slightly, a knowing expression settling on his face. “Roy, I know what you're doing…and I appreciate it, but I'll have to pass, okay?”
Roy shook his head, frowning. “No. It's not okay. Johnny, you're not supposed to be alone this time of year. You should be with family.” Roy paused as Johnny gave him a pained look. He continued. “ And if you can't be with them, then you should be with friends.”
Johnny looked Roy in the eyes, a moment of indecision overcoming him. It was a fleeting moment, as blunt determination returned. “I can't be there, Roy.” Johnny abruptly turned and walked to the bathroom.
Roy sighed, staring at Johnny's lanky back. You're as stubborn as a mule! He followed behind, indecision gripping him. It seemed the harder he tried; the more Johnny pushed him away. He felt that there was more to Johnny's refusals than Johnny was letting on, but Roy was clueless as to what it was. I can't help you if you won't talk to me! Roy pushed down his frustration. He wasn't making any headway with his partner.
The morning was quiet and before long, B-shift began to filter in, relieving their counterparts one by one. Roy caught up with Johnny in the parking lot. They really hadn't said much of anything to each other since their early morning conversation, but Roy couldn't leave things the way they were. After all, the day after tomorrow was Christmas and through the normal holiday rotation, A-shift would have the day off. If he didn't settle things with Johnny, Roy wouldn't see him again until after Christmas. He wanted to resolve things before that.
“Johnny, wait!” Roy trotted up to the Rover, catching Johnny just as he was leaving.
Johnny rolled down his window. “Yeah?”
Roy smiled slightly. “Look, I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable or anything…that wasn't what I meant to do.”
Johnny smiled back, momentarily glancing down at his lap. He looked back to Roy. “It's okay, I know. I appreciate all you tried to do, Roy, really.”
Roy's eyebrows twitched, his smile fading some, replaced by a serious look. “Johnny, you have a standing, open invitation for Christmas.” He raised his hand as Johnny started to object. “No, don't say anything. Humor me, okay? The invitation is there. You can take it or leave it. It's your choice.” Roy smiled again. “I hope I'm wrong here, but in case I don't see you…Merry Christmas, partner.”
Johnny sighed, nodding. “Merry Christmas to you to, Roy.” He smiled. As Roy stepped back, Johnny rolled up his window and slowly drove away.
Roy watched the Rover pull out of the parking lot and disappear down the road. I hope I see ya, partner. He walked to his car and headed for home.
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Johnny drove along silently, lost in thought. He really was touched by Roy's constant and adamant offers for Christmas, but something kept Johnny from accepting. He really didn't want to intrude, but deep down, Johnny knew there was something else stopping him.
Thoughts of a Montana Christmas returned to him. He could see the snow on the ground, clinging to the trees, sparkling in the bright sunlight. He could just imagine the small cloud of fog that would form in front of his face every time he exhaled in the crisp, chilly mornings. Johnny smiled, childhood memories returning to him. Every year, two days before Christmas, Johnny and his parents would take a team of horses and the sleigh out into the woods to find a Christmas tree. He could still hear the sleigh bells jingling as the sure-footed horse trotted along in the snow. They'd search the woods until they found the perfect tree, which Johnny and his Dad would then cut down and tie onto the back of the sleigh. Then it was back to the house and the rest of the day was devoted to trimming and decorating the tree. Even during the brief holiday visits after he moved to L.A, on Christmas morning, side by side with his Dad, Johnny would help feed the stock, break the ice in the water tanks and refill them. Johnny cherished those times with his Dad. Not much was ever said, but the time they had in each other's company was precious to him. He sighed. By the time they'd finish chores and return to the house, Mom would have a hearty breakfast started, and would be at the door, two steaming mugs of coffee in her hands to warm them.
Johnny shook his head. That's it. He finally knew what was really stopping him from spending Christmas with Roy. I really didn't think I could have a happy Christmas anywhere else. Johnny nodded to himself. That has to be it. But, would I be any happier staying home alone? Johnny once again sighed. No. He was closer to giving into Roy's offer than he'd ever been. Johnny still wasn't sure if he'd go or not, but if he did, there was something he HAD to finish first. In his mind, Johnny quickly re-prioritized his list of to do's for the day, putting something new at the top of the list. He smiled; his first truly happy one since he'd talked to his parents two days ago and headed straight for his apartment.
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Roy sat up in bed, stretching. He glanced at the clock. Hmm…7 a.m. I'm surprised the kids let us sleep this long. Roy sighed. Don't get excited, Roy, its only Christmas Eve. They'll make up for it tomorrow. Roy glanced over at Joanne, her sleepy eyes staring up at him. “Morning, Jo.”
Joanne smiled. “Morning.”
Roy leaned down, kissing her gently, as Joanne's arms snaked up around his neck. They both laughed as a knocking on the door spoiled the moment.
“No wonder we only have two kids.” Roy's eyes twinkled.
Joanne smiled. “You really want more?” She laughed at her husband's emphatic head shaking.
“Daddy? Mommy?” Jen's petite voice asked through the door.
Roy sighed, staring longingly at his wife for a moment. He rolled over on his back and looked over to the door. “Come in, Jenny.”
The door flew open, both Jen and Chris laughing as they pounced on their parent's bed.
“Get up, Dad!” Chris giggled, pulling on the front of Roy's pajamas.
Roy glanced at Joanne, laughing. Jen was doing the same with her mother.
“Come on, Mommy!”
Joanne disentangled herself from her daughter. “Okay, alright, we're up. Now, both of you go brush your teeth and put some clothes on. We'll be out in a few minutes.”
Chris and Jen clamored off the bed, giggling as they ran out the door and down the hall.
Roy and Joanne shook their heads, laughing as they listened to their kids pounding down the hallway.
“So much for a peaceful Christmas.” Roy snickered. He swung out of bed.
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“Roy?” Joanne stopped washing the dishes and looked over at her husband. “What's Johnny doing for Christmas?”
Roy sighed. He finished drying a plate and set it on the counter. “I don't know, Jo. I really don't think he has plans. He usually goes home to Montana for Christmas, but neither him nor his family have the money for a plane ticket this year.”
Joanne shook her head as she resumed washing. “That's sad. Roy? Why didn't you invite him over here?”
“I tried, Jo. He said no.” Roy shrugged, continuing. “He thinks he'll be interfering with our family time.”
“That's not true!” Joanne protested. “The kids would love to see him…and so would I.”
Roy agreed. “I told him that, but he wouldn't believe me. So, I just left him with an open invitation if he wanted to come over.”
Joanne nodded, thoughtfully. “Roy, I need to go to the store and pick up some last minute things.” She said, setting the last washed dish in the dish rack. “I won't be long, okay?”
Roy nodded, continuing his drying. “Have fun.”
Joanne rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, me and half the city, all buying our last minute groceries. Should be great fun.”
Roy chuckled, watching his wife walk out of the kitchen.
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Joanne set the last bag of groceries in the back seat of the car. She glanced at her watch. An hour and a half to pick up one basket of groceries? Unbelievable! Joanne sat down behind the wheel and buckled her seat belt. She paused, thinking of Johnny. His apartment isn't far. Joanne remembered. She smiled, remembering the nasty flu bug Johnny had caught a little over a month ago. She'd visited him a couple of times, bringing some chicken soup and making sure he was doing okay.
Joanne pulled out of the parking lot, turning the opposite direction of her house. It's not right for him to be alone for Christmas!
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A curious look jumped to Johnny's face, at the knocking on his door. He walked over and looked through the peephole. His curiosity doubled as he made out the features of Joanne DeSoto standing on his doorstep. Johnny unlocked the door, opening it. “Joanne? What is it? Is everything okay?”
Joanne smiled, her warm eyes reassuring Johnny. “Everything's fine, Johnny. Well, almost everything.” Her smile faded.
Johnny tensed. “What's wrong, Joanne?”
She stared evenly back at him. “You,” she pointed at his chest, “have no plans for Christmas, Johnny, that's what's wrong.” She raised her hand, stopping Johnny, who was about to jump in. “No, not a word, Johnny. You're coming over to our house for Christmas, and that's the end of it.”
“But…” Johnny tried to talk, but Joanne wouldn't let him.
“No buts, Johnny. I expect to see you tomorrow for Christmas dinner.” She put both hands on her hips and stared at Johnny, a warm smile forming on her mouth. “Johnny, you can't be alone for Christmas, I won't let you,” she continued, her voice softening. “Please. Join us. It'd make Roy so happy…and it would make the kids and I happy too.”
Johnny swallowed hard, touched that Joanne cared so much. After all, they hardly knew each other. “I…I don't know what to say, Joanne,” Johnny whispered.
“Yes, Johnny. All you have to do is say yes.”
Johnny nodded, his throat tightening. “Yes.”
“Good!” Joanne smiled brightly. She brushed her hand across his forearm, smiling one more time, and walked back to the door.
As she walked out of his apartment, Johnny rushed up to the door. He stuck his head outside. “Joanne?”
Joanne paused, looking back.
I…uh…Thanks.” Johnny smiled.
Joanne returned his smile. “You're welcome, Johnny. Thank you for coming.”
Johnny chuckled, suddenly feeling more at ease with his partner's wife. “I had a choice?” he teased lightly.
Joanne laughed, “No.” She turned back to her car as Johnny closed his door.
Johnny leaned back against the door, sighing. He felt a warmth deep down inside at the thought of Christmas at the DeSoto's. Johnny smiled, grabbing his keys. Tight wallet or not, I'm not going empty-handed.
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Roy opened the front door and relieved Joanne of the grocery sacks. He headed for the kitchen, looking back over his shoulder at his wife. “What took you so long? I was starting to get worried.”
Joanne laughed at Roy. “Honey, everybody and their sisters are at the grocery store. It was a zoo. Besides, I had something else to take care of.”
Roy crinkled his eyebrows, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. “What?”
A mischievous smile played at Joanne's mouth. “Oh, don't be surprised if we have a guest for Christmas tomorrow.”
Roy thought for a moment, his jaw dropping as the meaning of Joanne's words sunk in. “Johnny? You went to see him didn't you?”
“Of course.” Joanne laughed. “You didn't think I was going to let him off the hook did you? He'll be here, bright and early tomorrow.”
Roy just stared at his wife. Amazing! “How did you manage that?”
A mock frown appeared on Joanne's face. “I simply gave him no choice.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “I wouldn't take no for an answer.”
Roy chuckled, shaking his head. He knew exactly what she'd done and when Joanne took that attitude, saying no was never an option.
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The DeSoto's spent the day enjoying each other's company and catching up on some well-needed family time. The day flew by and before Roy knew it, it was dark and Joanne sent the kids upstairs to get ready for bed.
Roy sat back in his chair and stared at the Christmas tree, a cup of hot buttered rum in his hands. Joanne's favorite Christmas record played softly in the background lulling Roy as he enjoyed the moment of peace. Roy thought ahead to tomorrow. He was excited to have Johnny join them for Christmas, as it would give them the opportunity to get to know each other better. Roy's eyes settled on the small red box under the tree. He'd thought for a long time what to get Johnny for Christmas, but in the end, it was Joanne that had suggested the perfect gift. Roy smiled. I hope he likes it.
Roy's peace was short lived as his two rambunctious youngsters came barreling down the stairs. Roy turned his head, fixing them with a fatherly stare. “Walk!”
Both kids immediately slowed down to a fast walk. They quickly sat down at Roy's feet.
Chris shook his father's ankle impatiently. “Dad, its time.”
Roy smiled. One of his most favorite moments at Christmas was reading "T'was the Night Before Christmas" to his kids before sending them off to bed. Roy reached over to the coffee table, setting down his mug and grabbing the book. He took a moment to smile at Joanne as she settled in on the couch. He looked back to his kids, patting his lap with a smile.
Both kids clamored up onto his lap and settled in against his chest. Roy sighed, a warm feeling radiating out from his chest at the feel of his kids snuggled up to him. He reached around them and opened the book.
“T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.”
Jenny looked up at Roy. “Who's St. Nicholas, Daddy?”
Chris rolled his eyes at his sister. “That's Santa Claus, stupid!”
Roy looked down at his son. “Don't call your sister stupid, Chris.”
“Sorry, Dad.” Chris mumbled.
“And?” Roy prompted.
Chris sighed and looked at his sister. “Sorry, Jenny.”
Roy glanced at Joanne, who was trying to keep a straight face. He continued with the story, relishing each and every moment of this precious time with his family. Roy felt a twang of remorse as he read the last line of the story. “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.” Roy closed the book, giving each of his kids a warm hug. “Off to bed, you two. Santa Claus will be here soon.”
Chris and Jenny climbed off his lap, running up to Joanne who led them upstairs.
“Night, Dad!” Chris waved.
“Night, Daddy!” Jenny's small voice followed.
Roy smiled, watching his wife lead the kids upstairs. He settled down into his chair, grabbing his drink again. Ordinarily, Roy would be disappointed his drink was cold, but considering what he was doing while the drink cooled, ironically, Roy didn't mind his hot buttered rum was now lukewarm.
After a few minutes, Joanne returned, smiling at her husband's lazy attitude. “Don't get too comfortable, Roy, Santa Claus needs to put the toys together.”
Roy groaned letting his head drop on the back of the chair. “Oh, no.”
Joanne slowly sat down on his lap. “Oh, yes,” she laughed, kissing him lightly. “Up and at 'em!”
Roy laughed, standing up abruptly, sweeping Joanne into his arms in the process. “Yes, ma'am.” He laughed, kissing her once before gently setting his wife down on her feet. Together, the two headed to the garage to bring in Santa's stash.
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Johnny silently carved his wood with painstaking care for every detail. It has to be perfect. He blinked hard, fighting down fatigue, determination taking over. I have to finish tonight. Johnny continued working, his hands gently molding the wood to his wishes. After another hour, he smiled slightly as he gently flicked a small chip of wood off and blew lightly on the surface. The tired man held his project up at arms length, inspecting his work. Pretty good, Gage, pretty good.
Johnny rummaged around in his closet, pulling out a box and wrapping paper. He gently set the piece of wood in the box, cushioning it with tissue paper and closing the box. Carefully, he taped wrapping paper around the medium sized box and placed a modest red bow on the top. He grabbed a pen and label, carefully writing on the tag.
Roy: I didn't know what to get you, I hope you like this. Merry Christmas, partner.
Johnny
Johnny set down his pen, cocking his head and listening. Quietly at first but then with growing volume, a group of carolers well polished singing reached his ears. A smile creased the dark haired man's face. One of my favorites. He closed his eyes, lulled by the peaceful notes of Silent Night.
Abruptly, Johnny stood up. He opened his front door and watched the carolers pass by. Behind them, a Catholic priest was pausing at each tenant that had come out to see the merry group. He smiled as the priest stopped in front of him.
Slowly, the priest reached out, his hands in an open and compassionate pose.
Johnny extended his own hand, which the priest gently took.
“Merry Christmas, my son.” He said, squeezing Johnny's hand warmly.
Johnny smiled. “Merry Christmas to you too, Father.”
Momentarily, the two men's eyes met and Johnny was astounded at the warmth and compassion that filled the religious man's eyes.
The priest smiled warmly at Johnny and moved on to the next person.
Johnny stood there until the carolers were gone, relishing in their holiday spirit. Slowly, a broad smile spread across Johnny's face as the holiday spirit gradually crept into him, filling his soul with warmth. Holding onto his smile, Johnny walked back into his apartment.
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“What the h…” Roy mumbled, staring first at a diagram, then at the assorted pieces in his hands and on the floor in front of him. Why don't the pieces and the diagram match? “Damn toys,” he mumbled.
Joanne paused in the doorway, chuckling as she caught the end of Roy's mumblings. She covered her mouth, amused at his confused look. He's so cute! “Honey? Everything okay?”
Roy looked up an annoyed look on his face. “Fine, just fine…if I can just figure out this stupid diagram.” He glanced at his watch. 12:15…great…the kids will be pounding on our door in about 6 hours…
Joanne choked back a giggle. “Would you like another hot buttered rum?”
Roy sighed. “A beer would be better.” He chuckled.
Joanne headed for the kitchen as Roy once more stared at the diagram, determined to get at least a couple of hours of sleep.
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Roy stifled a yawn as Chris raced his Hot Wheels on the new track "Santa" had given him. He smiled. Took me three hours to put that damn thing together but it was worth every minute. True to form, the kids had burst into Roy and Joanne's bedroom promptly at 6 am, interrupting their parents four hours of sleep. They'd been thrilled with their gifts. Chris hadn't left his new racetrack all day and Jenny had occupied herself with her new Barbie Pink Cadillac.
Roy's gaze drifted over to his daughter. She silently sat under the dining room table, dressing Barbie for her "next outing" in her new car. Roy smiled. The morning had been pleasant, and this day was close to becoming one of the best Christmas' Roy could remember in a long time.
Roy stood up and walked over to the large living room window. He looked out, staring at the mid-afternoon shadows. Only one thing stopped him from fully enjoying the day. I hope you show up today, Johnny. Roy knew he couldn't totally surrender to the joy of the day if his partner was spending Christmas alone. But, there wasn't anything more he or Joanne could do. Everything was up to Johnny now to decide.
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Johnny stared into the mirror, adjusting his tie slightly. He nodded in agreement. Looks good. He'd fretted some about what to wear, not wanting to show up either under or overdressed. In the end, Johnny had settled for a navy blue blazer, with twill pants and, keeping in the spirit, a red tie. The young man walked out of the bathroom, switching off the light.
He paused, his eyes settling on the family picture on the wall. A twinge of remorse crept into his gut. Johnny sighed, throwing his keys on the counter and grabbing the phone. He quickly dialed the familiar phone number.
“Hello?”
“Merry Christmas, Mom.”
“Johnny! Merry Christmas, honey!” Ella put her hand over the phone. “Robert! It's Johnny!”
Johnny smiled at the familiar, happy voice of his mother. He could hear her smile all the way from Montana.
“How are you, Johnny?” Ella asked. “Do you have plans this evening?”
“I'm good, Mom. Roy invited me to spend Christmas with his family.”
“Merry Christmas, son.” Robert's voice broke in. “Everything okay?”
Before Johnny could respond, Ella cut in. “Robert! Of course everything is okay! There doesn't have to be anything wrong for Johnny to call.”
Johnny chuckled quietly at the familiar banter between his parents.
“Yeah, Dad, everything's fine. I just…well…” Johnny swallowed hard. “Merry Christmas.”
Robert's voice softened. “You too, Son. Take care.”
“Merry Christmas, Johnny.” Ella followed her husband. “We love you.”
“Love you, too.” Johnny gently hung up the phone. He stared at it for a moment, sighing as a smile crept to his face. He turned, grabbing his keys and presents, along with a bottle of wine and silently walked out the door.
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Roy dozed, the smell of Turkey cooking and the smooth voice of Judy Garland singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas relaxing him. His eyes flew open as the doorbell pulled him from his peaceful dozing.
"Honey! Can you get that?" Joanne shouted from the kitchen.
Roy stood up, rolling his stiff neck. "Sure Jo!" He glanced at his watch. Five o'clock. At least I got a little nap.
Roy unlocked the door, pulling it open. He looked up, a smile creasing his face at the sight of Johnny standing on his doorstep. “Merry Christmas, Johnny.” He said, motioning his partner into the house.
Johnny smiled slightly. “Thanks Roy. Merry Christmas to you, too.”
Joanne walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. “Roy, who's…” her voice trailed off as she smiled at Johnny. “Johnny! Come in! Merry Christmas.” She waved her hands at him. “Here, give me your coat. Make yourself comfortable.”
"For you, Joanne." Johnny held out a bottle of wine to his partner's wife.
Joanne smiled, taking the bottle. "Riesling, Johnny, that's my favorite! How did you know?"
Johnny gave Joanne a crooked smile. "Roy."
Joanne's warm eyes looked first to her husband, then back to his partner. She reached up, kissing Johnny lightly on the cheek. "Thank you, Johnny. Merry Christmas." She reached down, taking Johnny's coat to the hall closet. Joanne glanced at her husband. “Roy! Don't just stand there! Get your partner a drink or something!”
Roy chuckled. “She gets this way every Christmas,” he whispered.
“I heard that!” Joanne's voice answered, muffled by the closet door.
Roy laughed, motioning to the kitchen. “Come on, Johnny. How does Hot Buttered Rum sound?”
Johnny smiled. “Great.” Johnny rummaged through his bag, pulling out Roy's present. “I…I brought this for you. Merry Christmas, Roy.”
Roy paused, staring down at the neatly wrapped box in Johnny's hands. He slowly looked up, giving Johnny a warm smile. “Johnny, you didn't have to do this."
Johnny shrugged. "I know, but…well…I did, so…here." Johnny extended the gift to his partner.
Roy slowly took it. "Thank you, Johnny." He motioned to the living room with his head.
Johnny followed him to the Christmas tree, charmed by the beauty.
Roy looked down at his playing children. "Kids, look who's here."
Both looked up, Chris smiled and Jen giggled. "Johnny!" They said in unison.
Johnny opened his bag, pulling out two neatly wrapped boxes. "Hi, kids! Merry Christmas." He handed each one a present.
The two children tore the paper from their gifts, smiling all the way. For Jenny, it was a new outfit for her Barbie doll and for Chris, a Hot Wheels car for his new track.
Roy smiled. "What do you two need to say to Johnny?" he prodded gently.
Jenny was first. "Thank you!" She ran off in search of her Barbie.
"Thanks!" Chris took off the other direction, his new car clutched in his hands.
Roy laughed, shaking his head. "That's all you'll get from them until dinner." Roy set Johnny's present under the tree next to a small box, situated behind Jenny's toys. "That one's for you, Johnny," Roy said quietly, the smile never leaving his face.
Johnny swallowed, staring at the box. "Thanks, Roy." He sat back, looking up. "Nice tree."
Roy looked up. "Yeah, Joanne picked it out. She has pretty good taste."
"Only pretty good?" Joanne walked in the room, smiling.
"The best, Jo," Roy amended, laughing.
"That's what I thought you meant." Joanne looked back and forth between her husband and his partner. "Well, I'll let you two talk." She pointed at Roy. "You'll need to carve the turkey in a few minutes."
Roy nodded. "Right, honey." He looked at Johnny. "Be right back." He followed Joanne to the kitchen.
Johnny stared at the brilliant tree, smiling as the lights twinkled off the tinsel. Johnny leaned all the way back on his elbows, sighing as the warmth of Christmas flooded his soul. He thought of his parents, snuggled up on the couch, enjoying their tree as well. I miss them…a lot. Johnny looked up, smiling at Roy who was returning with two steaming mugs. An old saying popped up in Johnny's head as Roy handed one mug to him. Home is where the heart is. He amended it, neatly fitting the saying into his situation. Home is not only where the family is…it's where your friends are, too.
Roy sat down in his chair and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees. “Take a sip.”
Johnny sipped his drink, smiling at the smoothness. "Hot buttered rum. Nice Roy."
Roy sipped his, nodding. "Yeah. It's a Christmas tradition around here."
Johnny smiled, listening to the cheerful humming in the kitchen. "You're lucky." He whispered, once more sipping his drink.
Roy nodded, "I know." He looked at Johnny. "We're glad you could join us, Johnny."
Johnny smiled. "Me too.” He paused looking up at Roy, his expression shifting to one of gratitude. “Thanks for being so persistent, Roy.”
Roy looked his younger partner squarely in the eyes. “That's what partners are for, Johnny.”
The two men stared at each other for a moment, both realizing just what kind of a friendship that was growing between them.
Johnny looked away first, nodding silently as the stared at the tree.
Roy watched him for a moment, smiling to himself. He almost voiced his opinion, but instead decided to keep it to himself. You're becoming like a brother to me, Johnny…a brother I never had. Roy diverted his gaze to the tree.
Joanne silently paused in the doorway almost unwilling to interrupt the two men. Her eyes settled on her husband's partner. Johnny seemed so relaxed. Joanne nodded, pleased. He's content. Her gaze shifted lovingly to Roy. She smiled as she watched him stare at the tree, occasionally glancing down at his partner. There was a closeness and happiness on his face and an almost unnoticeable smile would crease his mouth each time he glanced at Johnny. Joanne knew Roy had many friends in the department, some of which had become dear friends. But the bond that Joanne saw growing between her husband and Johnny was much more than that. It's almost like he's family. Joanne knew her husband well. If he had a brother, that would be how Roy would feel around him. Joanne's smile broadened. Welcome to the family, Johnny.
Joanne cleared her throat softly, drawing startled looks from both men. “Roy, honey, I hate to interrupt you, but the turkey is ready to be carved.”
Roy smiled up at Joanne and stood, Johnny right behind him. “Sure, honey.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as the walked into the kitchen.
Johnny followed along behind the couple, smiling as Joanne briefly laid her head on Roy's shoulder. He sighed, feeling more and more at ease with Roy and his family. Or it's the hot buttered rum…Johnny chuckled.
Hearing his partner's chortle, Roy looked over his shoulder. “What's so funny?”
Johnny fixed Roy with a mischievous, lop-sided grin. “Nothin'.”
Roy shook his head, joining his partner's chuckle as they entered the kitchen.
Joanne whipped the foil off the top of the turkey, letting steam billow off the golden brown surface.
Johnny closed his eyes, inhaling the delicious aroma. “Joanne! That smells great!”
“Thanks, Johnny.” She smiled, handing Roy the meat knife and sharpening stone. “Have at it, Roy. Time to perform your manly duties.”
Roy laughed, taking the utensils from Joanne. He set them on the counter. “Just a second, Jo. There's one thing missing.” Roy walked into the living room, adeptly dodging both his kids and their toys. He returned seconds later, his and Johnny's coffee mugs in his hands. “Carving a turkey is thirsty work.” Roy quickly made fresh hot drinks for both him and Johnny, and poured his wife a glass of wine.
Roy reached around behind Joanne, who was vigorously stirring the gravy over the hot stove. He held the glass of wine in front of her face, and pecked her on the cheek. “For you, my dear.” He said, playfully.
Joanne giggled, grabbed the glass and took a small sip. “Umm…Johnny this is great wine.
Thank you.” She turned around, smiling at him.
Johnny returned the smile. “You're welcome.”
Roy handed a steaming mug to Johnny. “Here ya are.”
Johnny took a small sip, smiling. “Is it just me, or is there more rum in this one?”
Roy grinned mischievously. “It's just you.”
Johnny laughed, shaking his head. “How can I help?”
Roy pointed at the barstool on the other side of the kitchen counter. “Sit there and keep me company.”
“And keep me sane.” Joanne said, breezing by the two men. “Kids!” Joanne stuck her head out of the kitchen, looking toward the living room.
“That's a full time job.” Roy chuckled quietly.
Joanne swiftly walked back by her husband, playfully smacking him in the stomach. “I heard that.”
Roy grabbed his stomach in mock pain, laughing.
“She doesn't miss anything does she?” Johnny whispered, incredulously.
Before Roy could answer, Joanne's head popped up around Roy's shoulder. “Nope, I don't. Its called being a mother, Johnny.” Without another word, Joanne turned back to the stove.
Roy and Johnny just stared at each other for a moment, then both men burst into laughter, surrendering the issue.
“Yeah, mom?” Chris asked as both he and Jenny walked into the kitchen.
Joanne turned. “We're almost ready for dinner. You two clean up your toys then come back here and help set the table okay?”
“Aww…mom! Do we hafta?”
Roy looked up from his carving duties. “Christopher, don't back talk your mom. Do you want dinner?”
Christopher's attitude immediately changed, his youthful appetite getting the best of him. “Yeah.”
Roy nodded. “Then do as your mother tells you.” Roy smiled, winking at both his son and daughter. “Please.”
Chris nodded, “sure Dad. C'mon Jenny.” Both ran back into the living room. After a few moments, a quiet ruckus could be heard from the other room as the kids hurriedly cleaned up their toys.
Johnny just smiled as he took another sip of his drink. He set down his mug and momentarily watched his partner finish carving the turkey. He glanced at Joanne who was furiously mashing potatoes and humming along with the Christmas music playing in the background. Johnny sighed in contentment feeling more at home with his partner's family than he ever thought he could.
Roy looked up from his duties, watching Johnny glance around the room. Johnny had a warm contented smile on his face and he seemed totally relaxed.
Johnny looked back, meeting Roy's gaze. Without saying a word, Johnny's expression spoke volumes to his partner. Thank you.
Roy nodded slightly. He held the look a moment longer then turned his attention back to the turkey.
Both kids raced into the room, giggling wildly.
Without even looking away from the stove Joanne spoke to them. “Chris, Jenny, you were walking, right?”
Guilty looks passed over both their faces, causing both Roy and Johnny to clear their throats in an effort not to laugh. “Uhh…sorry Mom.” Chris answered.
Joanne turned around. “Uh-huh.” She looked down at her messy hands, then back to her kids. “You two just wait there a second and let me finish here. Then we'll set the table okay?”
Johnny stood up, motioning at Joanne. “Joanne, I can help them.”
”Oh, Johnny that's okay, really.”
Johnny shook his head. “Please. I feel guilty just sitting here.” He flashed her one of his best disarming smiles.
Joanne's eyes widened, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. Oh, Johnny. You really are a flirt! Roy'd told her about the famous irresistible Gage charm, but now she understood. Joanne smiled. “Okay. Thanks Johnny.” She pointed to a cabinet. “The dishes are here and the silverware is here.” Her hand dropped and patted a drawer below the cabinet.
“Right.” Johnny said. He opened the cabinet, handing five plates to Chris, and then quickly counted out five sets of silverware and gave those to Jenny. He followed both kids to the table and coached them on the proper settings.
Roy finished carving the turkey, wrapping the bones in foil and setting them aside. He carried the platter of meat to the table as Joanne began carrying everything else into the dining room.
Before long, the DeSoto children, along with Johnny's guidance, had set the table correctly and everyone sat down to eat.
Johnny stared at the table full of food, a large smile on his face. Wow! Looks just like Mom's table!
Joanne smiled, glancing up at Johnny. She looked to her husband. “Roy, you'd better say grace and let this poor boy eat.” She pointed at Johnny.
Johnny looked away innocently. “Me? I'm not hungry.”
“Ha!” Roy retorted. “You're always hungry, Junior.”
Johnny flashed Roy a lopsided grin. “I'm a growing boy.” He laughed.
Joanne stared at her husband. “Roy? Grace? Your children are hungry. Not to mention your wife.”
Roy smiled, bowing his head. Grace was brief and as Johnny raised his head, he saw Roy and Joanne raise their wineglasses. Johnny quickly grabbed his.
Roy looked over the rim of his glass, staring lovingly at his wife. “To Christmas. And to family.” Roy looked at Johnny, a warm smile gracing his face. “Our whole family.” He tipped his glass slightly at his partner.
“To family.” Joanne repeated as the three of them gently clinked glasses.
Jenny picked up her milk glass. “Me too!”
Chris looked away from the turkey and followed suit. “Yeah!”
The three adults laughed and clinked glasses with the kids.
Roy sipped his wine and set the glass down, motioning at the turkey. “Dig in Johnny. Lord knows there's plenty.”
Johnny couldn't believe the feast before him. His plate was heaped full with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and several other dishes. He'd barely finished cleaning up his plate when Joanne promptly began filling it again. After the second helping, Johnny was covering his plate protectively; defending it from yet another serving of stuffing Joanne was poised to deliver.
”No, Joanne, please! I'm stuffed!” Johnny chuckled, sighing at his suddenly very tight pants.
Joanne laughed, pulling the spoon back. She looked at Roy. “I thought you said he had a bottomless stomach.”
Roy shook his head. “I thought he did. This is the first time I've ever seen you turn down food, Johnny.”
Johnny laughed. “Even I have a limit, Roy. It's just higher than most people's. Besides, I gotta fit into my uniform pants tomorrow.”
Roy laughed. “Me too.” He dropped his fork.
After dinner was finished, Joanne made quick work of the dishes, with the help of Roy and at his own insistence, Johnny too. Before long, the three adults were lounging in the living room, watching the kids play with their new toys.
Abruptly, Roy stood up, walking over to the tree. He reached under, pulling out Johnny's gift. Roy smiled and held it out to his partner. “Here. Merry Christmas, Johnny.”
Johnny accepted the box and motioned to the tree. “Merry Christmas to you too, Roy.”
Roy grabbed his box and sat down, motioning for Johnny to go first. “Go ahead, partner. That's from Joanne and I.”
Johnny carefully tore open the wrapping paper, setting it aside as he opened the box. Johnny slowly spread the tissue paper, his eyes widening as he pulled out a shinny gold money clip. “Roy.” He whispered. “This is beautiful. You didn't have to get me something like this at all.”
Roy shrugged, smiling. “Well…I'm tired of you always dropping your money when you pull it out of your pocket, so Joanne and I thought you could use that. She picked it out.” Roy pointed at his wife.
Johnny shifted his smile to Joanne. “Thank you very much…both of you.” Johnny glanced back and forth between Roy and Joanne.
Joanne smiled. “You're welcome, Johnny.”
“You're welcome, partner.” Roy answered.
Johnny carefully set the money clip back into the box and waved at Roy. “You're next, Roy.”
Roy nodded, carefully opening the box and spreading the tissue paper. His eyes widened as he slowly lifted out Johnny's gift.
Joanne gasped, her jaw dropping. She looked at Johnny. “It's beautiful.”
In Roy's hands was a beautifully sanded piece of wood. The edge was soft as silk and on one side was a stunning, hand carved landscape. There were mountains in the background, with small birds flying overhead, and a majestic elk standing proudly in the center. The details of the animal were striking, from the lines on each antler, to the intricacies of the animal's eye: the elk seemed to come alive right in front of Roy. Roy didn't know what to say; the gift was beyond anything he'd expected. He looked up at Johnny, a stunned expression on his face. “Johnny…I…it's beautiful. Did you do this?”
Johnny nodded, his face flushing in embarrassment. “Yeah…well…dad taught me to carve when I was a kid. I…I just didn't know what to get you and the money…well; I thought I'd make you that. I…I hope you like it.”
Roy shook his head in disbelief. “Like it? I love it. Johnny it's amazing. I never knew you did anything like this.”
Johnny smiled. “Well, it never came up.”
Roy stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Carefully, he shifted items around on the mantle and made room for the latest addition. Roy slowly set the carved wood on the mantle, centering it with the fireplace. He stepped back, admiring the beauty. Roy looked at Johnny, a warm smile spreading over his mouth. “That's the perfect spot, don't you think?”
Johnny nodded, embarrassment robbing him of words.
“There's no better place for something like that, Roy.” Joanne added, coming to stand next to her husband.
Curious, Chris stood up and walked up beside Roy. He stared at the wood-scape for a moment, and then looked at Johnny. “Could you teach me to do something like that, Johnny?”
Johnny stared at Chris for a moment, then looked to Roy questioningly.
Roy nodded in encouragement.
Johnny smiled back at Chris. “I'd love to teach you, Chris. But it takes lots of practice and patience. You think you can handle that?”
Chris nodded emphatically, “Yeah!”
Joanne looked at her watch. “Okay, kids, time for bed. Stack your toys under the tree and go get ready okay?”
Chris and Jenny did as they were instructed and headed upstairs. Before long, both kids returned, hands and faces washed and pajamas on.
Joanne motioned to Johnny. “Say goodnight to Johnny, you two. Then Daddy and I will tuck you in okay?”
Both kids walked up to Johnny, Jenny lagging back as Chris waved to his Dad's friend. “Goodnight, Johnny.”
Johnny nodded. “Goodnight, Chris.” As Chris walked away, Johnny's grin was replaced by a look of astonishment as Jenny suddenly climbed up onto his lap. Johnny tensed, momentarily caught off-guard. A slow smile spread on his face as he relaxed and wrapped his arms around the little girl. |
Jenny wrapped both her arms around his neck and kissed Johnny on the cheek. “Goodnight, Johnny,” she whispered, hugging him.
Johnny stroked her hair tenderly. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He looked to Roy, who just grinned back. Johnny glanced at Joanne a lump rising in his own throat at the sight of her glistening eyes.
Jenny let go and climbed down, following her brother. Roy and Joanne stood up and followed the kids.
“Be right back, Johnny.” Roy said as he ushered his son upstairs.
Johnny stared at the empty stairs for a moment, sighing in contentment at the incredible feelings he had. He stood up, walking through the kitchen and out onto the back porch. Johnny looked up, staring at the crystal clear sky full of stars. The sights of the large sky above him made him think once more of Montana. Johnny sighed deeply, his eyes never leaving the sky. Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad.
Roy wandered through the kitchen, looking for Johnny. He smiled slightly as he found his partner standing on the back porch, staring at the bright starry sky. Roy walked up behind him, reaching around his partner with a cup of hot buttered rum. “Care for a night cap?”
Johnny glanced down at the steaming mug, smiling slightly. He took the cup, sipping the hot liquid carefully. Johnny closed his eyes in delight. “Ummm…Roy, that's good.”
Roy smiled back. “Hot buttered rum is always the best when it's heavy on the rum.” He paused, watching his partner's gaze return to the sky. Instinctively, Roy knew exactly what Johnny was thinking about. “They're watching the same stars, Johnny,” he said, quietly.
Johnny smiled, lowering his head. “I know, Roy. It's just strange not being there.” Johnny sighed, once more sipping his drink. He felt warmth spreading outward from the pit of his stomach, and he knew it was more than just the liquor. “Roy…I…thanks for opening your home to me for Christmas.” He whispered softly.
Roy smiled. “You're my partner, Johnny. If you can't be with your family in Montana, then you should be here…with your family in LA.”
Johnny looked up at Roy. He was so touched by his partner's words that Johnny's emotions got the better of him, and his eyes filled with tears. “Thanks, Roy.” The phrase seemed grossly inadequate, but it was all Johnny could think of to say.
Roy smiled back, a lump rising in his throat too. “We're friends, Johnny. Where else would you be today, but here?” Roy raised his mug to his partner. “Merry Christmas, Johnny.”
Johnny raised his mug back, clinking it gently on Roy's. “Merry Christmas to you too, Roy.”
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“Gage! Phone!” Captain Hammer shouted, holding his left hand over the telephone receiver.
Johnny trotted in from the apparatus bay, a questioning look on his face. “Who is it Cap?”
Dick smiled. “Your mother.” His smile faded as Johnny's expression turned serious.
The young paramedic slowly took the receiver from the Captain. He hesitated before raising it to his head. She never calls me at work. “Mom? What is it? What's wrong?”
Alerted by his partner's concerned voice, Roy walked over and stood next to Dick, concern on both men's faces.
Slowly, a smile formed on Johnny's mouth, causing sighs of relief from both men watching. “That's great Mom…yeah, I will. Love you too…bye.” Johnny hung up the phone, his smile spreading into a full grin.
“Everything okay, Gage?” Captain Hammer prodded.
Johnny chuckled, looking first at his Captain, then at Roy. “Yeah. Dad just called Mom from Bozeman. He just closed a large contract for most of this year's cattle he's been trying to sell.” Johnny sighed in relief. “The price is good…real good.”
“That's great, Johnny!” Roy smiled. “The best Christmas present they could ask for huh?”
Johnny nodded, still grinning. “Better late than never.”
Captain Hammer shook hands with his younger paramedic. “Glad everything's okay, John.”
“Thanks, Cap. Me too.”
Dick nodded. He thought for a moment. “I better go see how Kelly and Lopez are doing on those hoses. It's entirely too quiet out there.” Dick left the two men alone in the dayroom.
Roy strolled over to the stove and grabbed the coffeepot. He motioned at his partner. “Want a cup?”
Johnny nodded. “Sure.” He sat down at the kitchen table.
Roy quickly joined him, setting a steaming mug of coffee in front of Johnny. “Well…I'm sure glad everything's working out for your parents, Johnny.”
“Yeah,” Johnny sighed in relief. “Things were getting pretty bad there for a while. But,” Johnny perked up, “now things are going to be fine.”
“You bet they are.”
Johnny swiveled around in his chair, drawn towards the voice in the doorway. Captain Hammer, Chet, Marco and Mike were crowded in the doorway, smiles on all their faces.
Johnny's eyebrows crinkled. “Cap?” He turned to Roy who abruptly stood up and join the other men as the gathered around Johnny.
Johnny looked from face to face and slowly stood up. “What's going on?”
Dick held out an envelope to Johnny. “It's a little late, but, Merry Christmas, John. From all of us.”
Johnny took the proffered envelope, slowly opening it. His eyes widened, as he pulled out a plane ticket from LAX to Billings. Johnny froze, just staring down at the ticket, words escaping him.
Chet broke the silence. “It's from all of us, Johnny, but it was Roy's idea.”
“Yeah,” Marco added, “he called all of us last night after you left.”
Johnny slowly looked up at his smiling partner, gratitude slowly replacing the astonishment on his face. He shook his head, looking back down at the plane ticket. “I…I don't know what to say.”
Mike's quiet voice answered him. “You didn't make it there for Christmas, Johnny, but at least you'll be able to see them.”
Johnny nodded. He slowly looked at each man around him. “Thanks, guys. Thank you so much.” Johnny frowned. “What about my shifts?”
Captain Hammer raised his hand. “All taken care of, Gage. A couple of the guys in the department need some overtime and are going to cover your shifts. You just go and see your family, okay?”
Johnny nodded. “Okay!” He smiled warmly at each member of the shift. My new family. “Thank you, guys.”
Captain Hammer looked around at his crew. “Okay, men, enough of this.” He smiled good-naturedly. “We have work to do.”
Each man filtered out of the day room, except Roy and Johnny.
Roy walked to the sink, gently setting his empty coffee cup down. He turned around, leaning against the sink and looking at his partner. “Johnny…I hope you don't mind me telling the guys what was going on.”
Johnny shook his head, smiling at his partner. “No…no way.” Johnny's smile faded. He swallowed hard as he continued to stare at Roy. “This…” he lifted the ticket up, “this means more to me then you'll ever know, Roy.” He shook his head slightly, still astonished by the gesture. “Thank you.”
Roy smiled. “You're welcome, Johnny.”
“GAGE! DESOTO! Shake a leg!! There's work to be done!” Captain Hammer's voice boomed from the apparatus bay.
Roy and Johnny laughed as they trotted towards the door. “Coming Cap!” They shouted in unison as they ran into the apparatus bay.
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Author's Notes:
At the request of Tigger, below you will find the recipe for the sinfully good Hot Buttered Rum mentioned throughout this story. It's a Christmas Tradition in my family.
Ingredients:
1 qt. Vanilla Ice Cream
1 lb. butter or margarine (butter is better J)
1 lb. Brown Sugar (2 l/4 cups packed)
Melt butter in double boiler, add ice cream. After ice cream is melted add
brown sugar. Stir until sugar is dissolved. Store batter in freezer.
Add 1 heaping tsp. batter per cup of hot water in a mug. Add rum and stir
with cinnamon stick.
**It's not very good for you but, oh, it's delicious!! <G>**
Thank you so much to the following people, without whom, this story would have NEVER come to be! J
Tigger! Thanks for the beta and the ideas, not to mention your reassurances that I wasn't way out in left field with this one! LOL! AND thanks for posting it on your site! J
Alice! I know you're so busy right now! Thank you so much for taking the time to beta read this little venture for me!! J
~Cheryl~
December 4, 2000//December 5, 2000