COPYRIGHT 1999, BY: Rachel Roquelaure
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Title: Sitara/Trisna
The Sequel To Ensign Gage
Author: Rachel Roquelaure
E-mail: rachelroquelaure@hotmail.com
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Johnny/Trisna
Content Warning: Male/Female sex and language.
Summary: Johnny discovers his dream girl is a streetwalker with a drug habit to support that wants a better life, he's determined to help her against his friends advice.
Ensign Gage 2: Sitara/Trisna
by Rachel Roquelaure
"The little tramp just ran out of the alley and right in front me . . .Damn, streetwalking addict! . . . I'll probably loose my ass over this." Johnny heard a middle-age woman griping as he put away there gear away.
"Johnny, you taking her to Century Pavilion?" Officer Vince Howard asked as Johnny jumped in the squad to follow the ambulance.
"Rampart." Johnny replied as he cranked the squad.
"Pavilion's closer?" Vince said.
"They won't treat her, Rampart will." he yelled over the sirens and pulled out after the ambulance. *How can this be? . . . My God, this has to be a nightmare.*
. . .
The next morning Johnny walked up to the desk in Rampart Emergency.
"Johnny, are you starting to volunteer on your day off?" Dixie asked with a smile.
"If you need a hand, I've got two." he replied with a smile.
"Ah-ha . . . Now, what are you really here for?"
"I just wanted to check on--"
"Trisna?" Dixie interrupted and Johnny's eyes widened.
"She's conscious?" Johnny asked.
"She came to early this morning . . . Look, Johnny, this is probably none of my business, but I don't want to see you get hurt and Trisna Mist's nothing but trouble with a capital T." Dixie replied.
"Did you say Mist . . . Trisna Kalinda Mist? What room's she in?" he croaked, half in disbelief and half in utter shock.
"110." Dixie replied and nodded her head as Johnny rushed off.
. . .
*It can't be Trisna? . . . Not sweet, little Trisna from Vegas . . . Nah, surely she's in England by now . . . Darek was determined that she was going to Cambridge U that was the only reason why he was working at Miss. Bartles
Western Escorts* Johnny thought as he approached room 110.
"Look, Doc, I don't mean to sound ungrateful . . . I am grateful, but I can't stay here, I don't have no money and if . . . Franky finds me, I'll be in a graveyard." Johnny heard Trisna crying and instantly stopped short of the door.
"Money isn't important, Rampart's a county hospital and as for this Franky . . . We have hospital security." Doctor Brackett replied.
"Doc, you don't understand . . . Hospital security won't stop him, when Franky McNara wants you dead nothing stops him . . . Nothing."
"Maybe if you tell me who Franky McNara is and why he'd want to kill you? . . . Maybe I'll understand and maybe I can even help you."
"He's my Sugar Daddy . . . My Main Man . . . I got to get out and turn a few tricks, put some bread in his pocket or he puts a hole in my head . . . I'm a whore . . . A streetwalking, drug addicted, Hollywood boulevard whore and I'm not worth helping . . . Got it, Doc--"
"Seems to me . . . I've heard that somewhere before." Johnny said as he boldly walked in.
"Johnny," she murmured as if a silent prayer had been answered, her eyes became as wide as saucers and a smile spread across her lips. "It's been a long time."
"A long time." Johnny replied as he walked over and took her hand.
(2)
Long few minutes passed as they just stared blissfully into each others eyes.
"I missed you." Trisna said as she lowered her eyes.
Johnny simply smiled and leaning over he kissed her on the forehead. "I missed you too."
"Well I have rounds to make." Doctor Brackett said, but quickly realized he wasn't even being heard and exited the room.
"Now, why aren't you in England?" Johnny asked as he set on the edge of her bed.
"I don't want to talk about it." Trisna replied.
"Well, you're going too." Johnny said as he gently squeezed her hand and smiled.
"Do you remember the night you left?" She replied.
"I've spent the last six years trying to forget, how angry Darek was and how you cried." Johnny replied as tears filled his eyes. "I didn't want to leave, you know . . . I was in love with you."
"So you made me think we had a chance and then you . . . You made love to me and then you left me . . . Then Darek died and we were alone, all alone . . . It was just me and Little John, I had to feed him somehow." Trisna cried.
"Oh, God . . . Trisna, I didn't know . . . I was a lousy stripper and you was going to go to college . . . Hell, I wasn't good enough for you, I didn't want to hold you back and so I left . . . If only I had known." Johnny sighed as he pulled her hand to his heart.
"I didn't care . . . I loved you then and God help me, Johnny, because I still do." She cried as tears flooded down her face.
"Then God better help us both." Johnny replied and leaning across her, he boldly pressed his lips to hers and eagerly thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he skillfully explored her palate, gums and jaws.
"Huh-hum!" A grey headed nurse cleared her throat as she entered the room, causing Johnny to break the kiss and stand up. "Blood test."
"So, who's Little John?" Johnny asked as he carefully watched the nurse.
"My-- Our son."
"Our-- Yours and mine? . . . We-- We have a son?" He stammered as he set back down.
"John Roderick Gage Junior." Trisna replied with a slight smile as she noticed a sparkle in Johnny's eyes. "Are you pleased?"
"Yeah, I just never thought . . . I'd-- We'd have a son . . . God, I have so many questions . . . I . . . I don't know where to start." Johnny replied with a smile. "Oh, my God . . . Trisna, he isn't living over on Hollywood boulevard?"
"No, he's in Saint Francis Children's Mission . . . It's a nice place, Johnny . . . I wouldn't leave him there, if it wasn't--"
"I know it is, it's near the station." Johnny interrupted her.
"What station?" Trisna asked.
"I'm Fireman/Paramedic--
"With station 51?"
"Yeah . . . But how do you know?"
"Your son's been dying to see the inside of that station." She replied and they both burst into laughter.
. . .