WHERE NO FIREMAN HAS GONE BEFORE

By Bea Cook

Editor's Note: This is the first E/Trek crossover I've ever seen. If you like Star Trek, this is a great little story. This is also Bea's first story that she's ever written.

How are we going to get these Tribbles off our ship Jim? I don't know Spock. I got it, if we stop feeding them they won't reproduce!

"What's everyone watching?" asked Chet, coming out of the kitchen.

"SHHHH!" hissed a chorus of voices.

Captain we have to get these beasties off our ship! I know Scotty, but how? That I duna know Captain.

"I can't believe Scotty wouldn't know what to do," John complained. "He knows everything."

"Oh no not you too," Chet moaned falling into a chair. "Gage I can't believe you buy into this."

"SHHH!" screamed another chorus of voices.

Lets use the transporter. Good Idea Spock.

"What will using the transporters do?" Johnny questioned.

Before someone could answer, the tones sounded. "Station 51, station 110 respond to a warehouse fire." 3542 E. Belmont time out 19:25.

Station 51 KMG365.

Arriving at the warehouse, they noticed thick, black smoke billowing out of every crack, but no noticeable flames.

Meeting up with the officer on the scene, Captain Stanley got the information on the building.

"Is there anyone inside still?" he asked.

"There were two people in the building when it started, but only one of them got out."

"John, you and Roy get in there and make sure that he isn't trapped." the captain ordered.

Nodding their heads in agreement, they went to the squad to get their masks and air canisters.

"I hate these warehouse fires." John stated. "They make me nervous."

"Yeah." Roy agreed. "All that wood."

They went into the building from a side window that already had the fire put out. As they climbed down from the window, they could see the remains of the burned desks and chairs.

"Let's check the main office first," Roy said.

Walking carefully around the corner they saw the charred remains of the equipment.

"Roy think I see him!" John exclaimed. "Over at that desk."

Shining his flashlight through the thick smoke, Roy could just make out the figure of the man. Running to him they could tell he was unconscious, and not breathing well.

"He's got a weak pulse." Roy said putting his fingers on the man's wrist.

"Let's get him out of here." John said

As John picked him up in the fireman's carry, Roy called the captain on the handy talky.

"Cap, we found the other man. He is unconscious and barely breathing, have our equipment ready by the squad."

"Ok Roy, Good job, now get out of there the fire is starting to turn your way again."

Sure enough when they left the building they could see the fire begin again in the office they were just in.

By the time they got to the squad everything was ready for them. John checked the man's vitals and relayed them to Roy.

"I'll call it in," Roy told John.

"Rampart this is rescue 51." Roy began.

"Go ahead 51." came the familiar voice of Dr. Brackett.

"Rampart," Roy continued. "We have a male patient approximately 36 years old, suffering from smoke inhalation. We are administering oxygen at this time."

"51, what are the patients vitals?" Dr. Brackett questioned.

"Vitals are BP 130/40, pulse 80, and respiration shallow. There are no other apparent injuries at this time."

"51, continue administering oxygen and transfer as soon as possible" Brackett ordered.

"10-4 Rampart." answered Roy"

On the way back to the satiation, neither Roy nor John was very talkative.

"Something wasn't right about that fire." John said.

"Yeah," Roy agreed. "It kinda bugged me too. I guess we'll find out what caused it later."

As he backed the squad into the station he could see the engine already stopped with everyone getting out.

"That was one big mess!" Exclaimed Chet, walking past the squad. "All that equipment gone."

"At least nobody was seriously injured though." John stated.

"Ok fellas lets get cleaned up and hit the sack." Ordered the captain.

About ten minutes later six tired firefighters walked into the bunk house.

"Man those big jobs always wear me out." Marco said as he climbed into his bunk.

"Hey Gage!" Chet yelled. "Better watch out for tribbles!"

"Cut it out Chet," John groaned. "It's not that bad of a show."

"It's not real John, I mean c'mon people living in space. Never happen."

"Keep it up and you may find out!" John threatened.

Before Chet could reply the captain silenced them both. "Ok you two knock it off and get some sleep."

"Sorry Cap." they both said in unison.

As John was falling asleep all he could think of was what Chet was saying. He couldn't believe that someone would say something about a show he didn't know much about.

"Someday you'll get yours," John mumbled as he was falling asleep.

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"Shuttle 51 respond to a being in labor. Second moon from Jupiter. Time out 23:42."

"Shuttle 51 KMG365."

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"Did someone just call something in?" Chet asked sitting up in his bunk.

"No Chet," Roy slurred. "Johnny is dreaming again."

"Oh Brother, can't he sleep quietly?"

"He can't help it Chet," Roy whispered. "He is a noisy sleeper, now go back to sleep."

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"You know Roy, I don't think I will get used to these shuttles." John said. "They just don't match the open road."

"Yeah but at least here you can't crash into a wall Johnny." Roy responded smiling. "Now which moon was that?"

He looked over to Roy with annoyance, "The second".

They arrived at the two-story space house shortly. They could not see anyone outside so they went to the door.

"I hope it's not another two-headed ruffle wing." John said knocking. "They get mean."

When the door opened a giant furball greeted them. "Please hurry, she is in the bedroom."

Walking into the bedroom they could already see three little fur balls on the bed. They seemed to be purring and squeaking all at that same time.

"Hurry!" she exclaimed. "I think there are more coming."

Kneeling down beside her Roy began to check things out. "Ma'am, did you remember to stop eating when you found out you were pregnant?" he asked.

"I forgot one day and ate two meals."

"Oh No!" John screamed. "Do you know what happens when you eat just one meal?"

"I'm sorry, it slipped my mind."

"Don't worry about it ma'am," Roy said reassuringly.

"How many are we talking about fellas?" the male one asked.

"At least thirty." Roy replied. "John, better go to the shuttle and get more supplies. I'm only up to twenty-one."

As John returned from the shuttle he could hear the proud papa on the phone. "Yes thirty-two, you're a grandtribble."

"Congratulations, they look just like you." Johnny told the female as he was handing Roy the supplies.

"Thank you, my family will be pleased."

"Well everything seems ok," Roy said. "But I think you should go see your doctor tomorrow."

"I will, thank you for everything."

Walking back to the shuttle Roy could see John growing quieter. "What's wrong Johnny?"

"Thirty-two! I can't believe it."

"Yeah but they seemed happy."

"I know," John agreed. "But thirty-two." He shivered at the thought.

Before Roy could respond they got another call "shuttle 51 join space station 51 at a ship fire. Your company will be responding alone."

"Shuttle 51 10-4" Roy said into the mic.

When they got to the ship they could see they already had it under control. The engines where on fire and hadn't spread to the rest of the ship.

"You're here." The captain said noticing them. "Get inside and see if there is anyone hurt."

"Ok, Cap," they both agreed.

As they stepped onto the transporter pad John couldn't help but complain. "I hate using these things."

As they materialized they could see the damage was little, but something just wasn't quite right.

"Roy, do you see anything funny?"

"Yeah, the walls don't look right."

"Good it wasn't just me then."

As they turned the corner they could see something moving on the ceiling and walls.

"OH NO!" Roy screamed. "MOOFIES!"

"Run Roy!" John yelled. But it was too late for Johnny. They already had fallen on him.

"JOHNNY!" Roy screamed.

"Johnny, John. Wake up!"

Startled by the touch, and the voice John sat up. "The moofies where are they?"

"What are you talking about Gage?" Chet asked frowning at him. "You were screaming so loud you could have woken up St. Louis."

"Never mind, I think I have to stop watching SCI Fi."

"Well come on Mr. Moofie, it's time to get up."

Sitting up in his bunk,Johnny could hear the guys laughing and joking in the kitchen. "Well," he thought to himself. "At least we don't have tribbles hanging around us."

I hope this story wasn't too unlike Emergency! It was my first attempt at writing. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :~)

"Where No Fireman Has Gone Before" ©1999 Bea Cook. "Emergency!" and its characters © Mark VII Productions, Inc. All rights reserved. No infringement of any copyrights or trademarks is intended or should be inferred. This is a work of fiction, and any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.