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08 July 2007 @ 08:56 pm
Fanfic: Emergency! ~ "Weird Wednesday: The Missing Rescue"  
Fandom: Emergency!
Title: "Weird Wednesday: The Missing Rescue"
Author: Dash O'Pepper*
(*Originally posted under a different pseudonym at TwoChickies.com probably back in 1999 or 2000.)
Genre: Gen
Rating: All
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Paramedics John Gage and Roy Desoto have a rescue they're not likely to forget.
Warning: None
Length: under 500 words
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: This work of fan fic is not meant in any way to infringe on the rights held by NBC/Universal or any of its subsidiaries.
Notes: Written for a missing scene challenge at TwoChickies.com.
Other: Based on the season one episode (#1.08) "Weird Wednesday" by Daryl Henry.

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This hadn't been the day from hell. It had just been . . . weird. If someone had asked John Gage for one word to sum up all that happened so far, weird would definitely be it. And things hadn't improved any since their first run that morning.

In its own bizarre way, weirdness had followed him his whole life -- from a kid on the reservation to the battlefields of 'Nam to being a paramedic in the Los Angeles County Fire Department; he always seemed to be a strangeness magnet.

On days like this, John remembered the talks he'd had with Douglas Knife, his tribe's shaman and town sheriff. Knife always seemed to be trying to keep him out of trouble, from winding up like all too many of the other teens -- JDs or junkies. For a long time, he'd just thought the sheriff was hassling him -- the half-breed kid who never could seem to do anything right. Turned out, it wasn't the sheriff, but the shaman who was keeping a watch on him.

It didn't matter his genetics. According to Knife, Johnny had a rare gift, the ability to sense things others couldn't. And the shaman tried his damnedest to get him to focus it in a positive way.

To this day, John wasn't certain he really had the talent the shaman saw in him -- his own beliefs were such a mix of Catholic missionaries, Native shamanism and LA Eastern mysticism. All he could say for certain was that when the alarm clock went off this Wednesday morning, he knew it was going to be a weird day.

He hadn't been disappointed.

As LA County Squad 51 raced to their rescue, it was, to quote Yogi Berra, déjà vu all over again. The dispatcher was sending them on a nearly identical run -- almost the same location -- as one they'd had this morning. Well, that lady skydiver did say she'd be going up again. He just didn't think it would be quite this soon, and to tell the truth, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with her arrogance.

Approaching the site, John couldn't miss the white object tangled amongst the tree's upper branches. She really must have gotten caught in the chute this time, he thought. He couldn't even see the orange of her jumpsuit.

"Looks like she's really done it," said his partner Roy Desoto, as he stopped the squad a safe distance from the tree.

As John began to grunt his reply, Roy's sudden shout of surprise stopped what he had been planning to say. "I don't believe it!"

Hanging on for dear life at the top of the tree was a young nun, her white habit torn and dirty, but she appeared to be in otherwise decent shape.

Looking around them, it was clear that there was no way humanly possible she could have gotten where she was . . . or was there?

Roy looked at his partner, “She couldn't have flown?”

Johnny just smiled. Weird? Nah, it's just my life.

~ Fin ~

Author’s Note: The inspiration for this story was suggested by a friend during one of our many conversations about bizarre crossovers. Special thanks to her for allowing me to use her idea in the creation of this vignette.

© 2007 Dash O'Pepper
(Anonymous) on October 24th, 2012 08:01 pm (UTC)
Nun up a tree
I did not see this coming at all! Very clever, and very funny! Clear, creative, literate writing, as always!
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Dash O'Pepperpfeffermuse on May 5th, 2013 01:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Nun up a tree
Well, you know me, I'll slip in a sly, unexpected reference wherever I can.

You're good for my ego, sis.