"Josh King. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you, yeah? And Campbell, you leave me one more soliciting call, and I will tell your wife about what happened in March 2005."



[For mun, or muse]

[Follows THIS]


Emma wasn't really nervous about talking to Josh, she was just a little uncertain about how he would feel about what she wanted to do. There could be enough potential issues in the whole thing to keep Dr Phil busy for a month, but she figured a lot of it wouldn't be relevent. Ever since she had seen Aiden with RJ the day Tara fell ill, she had just had this urge in her gut that had done nothing but get stronger and more determined. She was a little anxious about it, but there was no sense that she couldn't talk to him about it. Josh might be a bit unique in general, but she had never had issues leaning on him or talking to him. In fact, surprisingly, he had been amazing when things were tough.

( She knew they had touched on the whole thing the night he was online and drunk, but she also knew he didn't remember anything about it.Collapse )

[ooc: backdated and set after THIS]

Josh stood in Emma’s kitchen staring at the two pieces of rye bread. Rye, not white. Because this wasn’t going to be an ordinary sandwich. He’d even made a special trip to the store to get all this fancy gourmet shit and good bread, and now he was suffering from the equivalent of stage fright for sandwich making.

He reached behind him to scratch at the back of his head, his eyebrows drawn together as he bit his lip. Making her a fucking awesome sandwich in return for some Emma-style lovin’—but not sex, because it wasn’t time yet—had seemed easy. Plus it was going to make her feel better. Just like the bath. He’d even Googled fucking sandwiches! What other boyfriend would sit on a computer and do that shit?

( He didn’t get what the fuss was about.Collapse )



Joshua Goddard King
Original Character
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missparamedic used with much love & permission

2.23. And it's so sad,
It's too bad
Maybe I can make you feel better
Oh maybe I'm supposed to make you feel better
Dark Blue - No Doubt

Co-written with missparamedic | Follows THIS


It was true that not many of the guests actually knew what was going on once the alarm was raised that something had happened. All Emma had been focused on was finding Andrew, and he hadn't been easy to locate. She inadvertently spooked a few people, panicked as she tried to find where he was to get to Ali. After she found him and told him, it was like the world tipped upside down. One minute, everything had been wonderful and happy, with everyone having a brilliant time, and then next it all came crashing down. She had done like Andrew had requested and told Evie and Tab what was happening. At least, she told them Ali had gone to the bathroom and had pain and bleeding. Tab hadn't seemed to realise exactly what that might mean, not that Emma expected her to, but Evie being an expectant mother herself knew and paled at just the thought. Emma had to tell her Riley was going to the hospital with Andrew and Ali, and although she probably wanted her husband more than anything right that moment, she understood, and was probably glad Riley could be there for Ali.

( The paramedics were just arriving, and Emma stood back, even though they were her colleagues.Collapse )


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13.9. “I am a great supporter of sex before marriage. Otherwise I wouldn't have had sex at all.”
| Vicar of Dibley

Co-written with missparamedic | Follows about a week after THIS


Josh wasn't sure whether he should be amused, or beg forgiveness. He hadn't expected Emma to get drunk so quickly, but the paramedic was a teetotaller of the highest order. He knew it couldn't have been the lack of food since he'd taken her to one of the better restaurants in Princeton, but he wondered if maybe her mixing the wine from dinner with the beer, vodka, and whiskey at the bar had been a contributing factor.

He smirked as she tried to unbutton his shirt, and dutifully pushed her hands away even if he wanted to get naked with her. If he slept with her, for once he wanted them both to be able to remember it. He kissed her forehead, and pushed her back onto the bed so she could work on getting her knee-high boots off without her hands grabbing for him. It was cute how much of an affectionate drunk she was.

"As much as I wish it were otherwise, love, only one of us will be getting into this bed tonight. Just remember to tell me if you feel sick, okay? I'll find you a bucket, or pot plant, or something..."

( Emma grinned up at him deviously and trailed the tip of her boot up his thigh towards his assets.Collapse )


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