Mishaps, Misdemeanors and Misunderstandings

NOTE: Originally posted on Emergency! Station, now proudly posted with Redgirl, who has my thanks! :)

Johnny Gage whistled joyfully as he walked into the locker room of Station 51. All joy faded, however, as he opened his locker and was assaulted by a water balloon filled with cooking oil. He turned, rage filled eyes focused on Chet Kelly, who was trying to look innocent as he changed his clothes. “Cheth!” Johnny yelled…

Gage slumped his shoulders in exasperation. “Oh for crying out loud! It’s bad enough that I get drenched in cooking oil, but can’t SHE type straight?” Johnny wiped a hand over his oily face and sat down heavily.

Chet shook his head. “Careful, Gage, don’t make HER mad, you’ll just make things worse.”

“Oh yeah!” Johnny retorted, “Just how could things get any worse, I ask you? I’ve had just about every injury and illness known to man. I swear if I have one more touching death scene, I’ll throw up. What else could she possibly do to me?”

“Johnny,” Roy warned. “The last time you popped off at HER, SHE had us running for two hours straight.”

Marco’s eyes widened. “Right, I remember. Wasn’t that when SHE was trying to figure out how we would all enter that warehouse fire? First, it was Roy, Johnny and myself. Then it was Roy and Johnny, then Roy, Johnny and Chet, then Chet and Johnny, then Chet and Roy, then Chet and I, then…”

“Right Marco, we remember.” Chet interrupted the rambling fireman. “My legs were sore for a week.” Chet shot a glare in Johnny’s direction. “And it was all your fault, Gage.”

Johnny slapped his open hand to his chest. “My fault! How was it my fault that SHE couldn’t make up HER mind?”

“Sometimes I think it’s worse when SHE’S on a roll.” Mike interjected quietly, “It’s then that the typos are enough to try the patience of a saint.”

“You ought to try being the leader.” Cap interjected. “I’ve lost track of how many HT’s have “crackled to life” in my pockets.” He rolled his eyes. “That on top of trying to keep track of all of you when SHE keeps moving you around.”

Just then, the tones sounded drawing a collective groan from the group. “Station 51, fire and explosion at the chemical plant. 15^th and Rutherford. 15^th and Rutherford. Time out 2:15.”

“Thanks a lot Gage.” Chet shouted as they ran towards the vehicles. “Thanks to you, who knows what we’ll face this time around.”

“It’s not my fault!” Johnny yelled in exasperation as he jumped into the squad.

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This is what happens when the writing bug bites me late at night!

~~ Cheryl ~~