Title: Rememories – Epilogue

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Emergency! is owned by Universal and Mark VII Productions. I make no profit from my imagination—only a personal joy and peace.

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Roy had a gathering at his home and the former A-Shift Crew of Station 51, barring Chet Kelly, were all present. Children threw Frisbees and swam in the pool; men shared stories of days gone by; and, the wives and girlfriends made sure everyone had enough to eat. It wasn't long before the men began talking about Johnny and Jenny's camping trip a month earlier.

"How is your back doing, Johnny?" Marco asked. "And, you hit your head when you fell, right?" Marco caught up.

"With that hard head of his, I doubt there was any damage." Mike quipped. Johnny smiled at the remembrance.

"That's what Chet said." Johnny said, without thinking. All the others started at him as if they had seen a ghost. He realized quickly what he had said. "Uh…I mean…well, that night I had a dream and Chet was in it. He said that I had a hard head is all." He covered. He had not told anyone about the wolf he saw that night who claimed to possess Chet's spirit.

The others nodded as if they too had dreams with Chet playing a role. "So, is Jenny doin' alright, too, Roy?" Chief Stanley asked. Roy turned to look at his daughter playing in the yard and Johnny did, too.

"She's alright. But, she is still on the same mission as she was that night." Roy smiled, moving his gaze to Johnny. The men's eyes met and they shared a knowing smile. The others felt left out of a secret.

"What gives? What's this 'mission', guys?" Marco asked.

"Helping Johnny make some new…'rememories'." Roy laughed.

"New what?" Marco gaped?

"Rememories." Johnny and Roy said in unison. Roy explained. "That is the word Jenny uses for memories…she gets it mixed up with remember…so, rememories." All the men snickered at the explanation. "Jenny!" Roy called. His daughter came running over to his side. "I was just telling the guys why you and Johnny went on that camping trip…you wanna tell 'em, too?" He nudged her side to initiate the story.

"I wanted to help Uncle Johnny make some new memories so he would forget the bad things that happened that hurt him and his men." Roy and Johnny looked at Jenny. The others looked at Roy and Johnny.

"Uh, Honey, tell me again what you were trying to do?" Roy prompted. Johnny leaned forward in his chair.

"Make…new…memories…Daddy." Jenny bellowed. "Can I go back and play now?" Roy was dumbfounded and looked at Johnny whose mouth was gaping.

"Rememories, huh?" Mike asked.

"No, really…that was the word she was using…rememories…we tried to correct it all the time, but she kept using that word." Roy sputtered out. He looked down at his daughter. "Honey, tell these guys that you were saying 'rememories' all this time."

"Daddy, I'm a big girl now…I don't say 'baby words' anymore." Jenny proudly announced and ran off to play. The men all stared at her as she joined the other children.

"Well, I guess she told you, Roy." Mike commented. Roy smiled.

"Well…she really was saying 'rememories'…" He explained again.

"No matter, Roy…memories or rememories…any time I spend with your family is on the 'good' side of it all." Johnny smiled. All the men agreed and continued talking until late into the night.

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Captain John Gage had just finished his fifth report of the day when he heard a knock on his door. It was rarely closed, but he had been catching up with paperwork and wanted some privacy. He walked over to the door and opened it. His gaze began at eye level, but ventured down. He smiled brightly when he saw Greg Daniels.

"Greg, what the hell? What's going on?" Johnny exclaimed. He had been visiting Greg on a weekly basis since he was discharged to rehab and monitored his progress. Greg was making great strides and, though his legs were still paralyzed, he had use of his arms and had some slight feeling in his right leg. The prognosis was good.

"I am getting ready to graduate, Cap. And, I wanted to see if you would come…and, maybe some of the guys, too." Greg said as he wheeled into Johnny's office. Johnny moved a chair and then took his seat.

"Hell yes, I will. Wild horses couldn't keep me from it." Johnny said. A touch of sadness crossed his face as he remembered the other two men he lost the day Greg got injured.

"How are you doin', Cap?" Greg asked, noticing the sudden gloom.

"Hey, you're not a counselor yet." Johnny teased, but followed with an answer. "It's hard to believe it's been six months, Greg. We still miss you guys…you, Jameson and Baker…every day. I just wish everyone could have a happy ending, I guess." Greg nodded his understanding.

"Well, Cap, I guess that's probly what makes you as good as you are. You care deeply for others and you take their pain and burden upon yourself. You need broad shoulders to do all that…and, I think you fit the bill." Greg complimented as he counseled. Johnny smiled.

"So, what's next…after graduation?" Johnny diverted.

"Well, I found an apartment that has been modified for someone in one of these." He pointed to his wheelchair. "Wide doors, low counters and such. And, that pup you gave me should finish his training as a 'helper pet' soon. I will be able to be more independent than I have the past few months living with my parents. I'm even learning how to drive with hand controls, Cap." Greg shared. Johnny sat wide-eyed. He had no idea the advancements that were being made for those with disabilities and commented on it.

"Well, Cap…with all the vets who came back from VietNam with different disabilities, there are a lot of companies working on making their lives easier and it just benefits the rest of us living with disabilities, too."

"Well, you may not have been to war, but you have certainly won a battle, Greg. I'm proud of you…proud to know you…proud to have been your Captain." Johnny shared.

"And, I am proud to have served with you, too." The two men allowed silence to reign as their memories drifted back to that fateful day.

"I won't let you die, man." Was the promise from a Captain to his Crewman. And, it was a promise that was kept.

Greg noticed the book open on Johnny's desk and probed his former Captain. "You read the Bible, Cap?"

Johnny blushed, forgetting that he had left the book open. "Uh…yeah…I forgot to put it away earlier." He closed the book and started to put it in his desk drawer again. "I have been reading some passages each shift since I got back. It gives me some peace, I guess."

Greg stopped the drawer from closing and took the Bible from Johnny's hand. He opened quickly to a passage and began reading…

"This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." 1 John 3:16

Greg continued. "That is the verse I read to my mother when I told her I was joining the Fire Department. She couldn't fight with God's word." He smiled. "Didn't know you were a religious man, Cap." Greg questioned.

Johnny bristled. He didn't like the connotation. "Not particularly 'religious'…more of a relationship with something outside myself. My mother was a Christian…converted my Dad…and, took me to church every week till she died. I guess I fall back on that when things get…shaky."

"Nothin' to be ashamed of, Cap. We all need to know that there is Someone watchin' out for us…when we are watchin' out for everyone else, huh?" Greg reasoned. Johnny smiled his agreement and regarded the younger man for a moment. He paused as he also remembered the vision he had of the wolf the night he was shot.

"Yeah…I certainly have a few 'someone's' watchin' out for me." Johnny smiled. Greg tilted his head in an unspoken question as Johnny shared. "I grew up with a good mix of Christianity and American Indian tradition…makes for an interesting mix." The Captain explained.

"Mix…how?" Greg asked.

"Well…my Mom and Dad shared as much about Native American culture as they did the Bible. So, I have a deep understanding of both…" Johnny sighed. "The night I was shot, I remember telling Jenny that Indians believe that the souls of departed loved ones could inhabit wolves. That night, I had a dream…or vision…or whatever…that an old Friend of mine who died visited me…as a wolf." He smiled uncomfortably. Johnny was not used to sharing personal information with others—he had not even shared this with Roy.

"That's no so strange, Cap. You had a head injury, right? And, a fever? It could have been a dream or a hallucination. Or, it could have been a way for God to get you to do the right thing. He can do pretty much whatever He wants…whenever He wants, you know?" Greg reasoned. Johnny smiled widely and offered...

"You're gonna be great as a Department counselor, Greg. Because you just passed the biggest test." Johnny said.

Greg's brow furrowed questioningly. "What test?"

"Well, you just got me to spill my guts, and that's no easy feat." Johnny laughed. Greg laughed and they sat basking in the warmth of a camaraderie of brotherhood and friendship. They had both been through the dark trenches of hell, and found the Light again.

The End