bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Celtic Moon I: Golden Eagle (2/7)

Title: Celtic Moon I: Golden Eagle (2/7)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Roy/Johnny
Fandom: Emergency!
Genres: Challenge, Holiday, Horror
Rating (this chapter): Mild 'R'
Warnings: Brief description of burn victim
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Something Wicked This Way Waits.
Chapter Summary: After a disturbing dream, Johnny relaxes with Roy at home.
Date Of Completion: October 16, 2010
Date Of Posting: November 3, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal and Mark VII Limited do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 699
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2010 Station_51 Emergency! Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. :)
The entire series can be found here.



Are in
The blood.

Are in
The mind.

Cecilia D’Arcy
"Signs & Visions"
1961 C.E.

June 15, 1974

Johnny yawned, drifting up from sleep. He smiled, feeling Roy’s warmth against his body. Waking up with his blond lover in his bed never got old.

Johnny opened his eyes, feasting on the sight of Roy’s peacefully-sleeping face, silken strands tumbling over his forehead.

Roy DeSoto, you are beautiful.

Johnny lightly ran his hand down Roy’s bare chest, the fine hairs tickling his fingers. He rested his hand over his lover’s heartbeat, happiness surging up in him. He would never take this for granted.

“Mmm, ‘mornin’,” Roy mumbled as he slowly awakened.

Johnny kissed warm lips, Roy responding as their bodies merged, the lilting strains of Irish music sweet in his ears…

Roy’s moans of passion became moans of pain. Johnny pulled back, horrified as Roy’s sun-bright hair began to crackle and burn, creating a halo as sapphire-blue eyes stared at Johnny in shock…

& & & & & &

Johnny gasped as he shot bolt upright in bed, Roy coming awake.

“What is it?” Roy sat up, clutching Johnny’s shaking arm.

“Just a nightmare,” Johnny ground out between chattering teeth. “F…Fire.”

Roy didn’t ask for details. Nightmares like this were common for men in their line of work. Instead he allowed Johnny to cling to him while he rubbed his partner’s back, whispering soothing reassurances.

& & & & & &

Eventually Johnny calmed down and they had a light breakfast of tea and toast, both their stomachs not up to anything more. Roy suggested they go riding, and Johnny immediately agreed.

In the barn, Shadow stomped his hooves, the black stallion anxious for exercise. Sunshine, a golden palomino, calmly munched on his morning allotment of oats.

Johnny and Roy saddled up the horses, Johnny admiring the match between horse and ride as Roy swung up on Sunshine. The palomino’s pale blond mane was an echo of his rider’s golden hair.

Johnny was the natural horseman, having ridden since boyhood, but Roy had gotten more practice since moving in with his partner after his divorce and rode well. He’d hit it off immediately with the gentle Sunshine, and was pleased to go riding almost as much as Johnny.

They rode up into the surrounding hills, breathing in the scent of fresh pine and listening to the chittering of squirrels and the songs of birds as they allowed Nature to soothe their souls.

Roy was always glad for the time spent in these woods. Their jobs were crushingly high-stress in a county known for the worst aspects of modern life: smog, overcrowding, crime, and increasing callousness and violence.

Out here, they could relax, away from prying eyes. Forest creatures didn’t care if two men kissed or held hands.

They stopped on a high ridge at mid-morning, Roy shading his eyes at the magnificent sight of an eagle soaring high up in the sky, its wings spread as the sun glinted off golden feathers.

Roy considered the creature breathtaking. He was about to voice his thought when he noticed Johnny’s troubled expression.

He remembered Johnny speaking about signs and visions, an integral part of his Indian half. Roy never scoffed at such things. His grandmother had 'seen' things, declaring it as an effect of her Celtic blood, descended from the Druids. His mother had experienced dreams, though Roy’s father had been more nervous than accepting of such things.

Roy had never spoken about such things until he had met Johnny and learned about his beliefs. He wondered if Johnny had seen something.

Most likely it isn’t a vision, but the eagle must be a sign. He shaded his eyes, watching the eagle soar toward the sun, disappearing into the glare. Hopefully it’s a good one.

& & & & & &

The fire crackled in the fireplace. Unseasonably cool for June, Roy and Johnny snuggled on the couch, eating popcorn and watching TV.

Roy was glad to see Johnny back to his cheerful self. Whatever had bothered him earlier had passed.

Just a cozy night at home.

Roy smiled as he kissed Johnny on his temple.

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