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Johnny rolled over as the morning tones sounded throughout the station. It felt way too early to wake up.

Moaning, he scooted over and swung his legs over the bed. "It's definitely too early for this," he muttered.

Chet looked over at him while in mid-stretch and shook his head. "No it isn't. Stop whining so much and just go make yourself some coffee."

John glared at the Irishman, growing irritated. "Shut up, Chet! You didn't have to respond to three calls last nigh—"

"Gage, Kelly," Hank cut in warningly. "Don't start until I've had my coffee."

The other two quickly responded. "Sorry, Cap."

Hank nodded then made his way out of the dormitory and into the kitchen with Chet following behind.

Johnny stood indecisively at the side of his bunk until he absent-mindedly ran his tongue over his teeth and decided they needed to be brushed.

When he walked into the bathroom, he noticed an already clean-shaven Roy standing over a sink, working a toothbrush in his mouth. Johnny touched his cheek and made a mental note to shave as well.

Roy turned to glance at the new arrival, then turned back over the sink to spit.

Johnny softly chuckled as he moved to occupy the sink next to Roy. "You, uh, you got rabies or somethin' there, Roy?" he asked, indicating a spot on his chin that mirrored where Roy had dripped toothpaste foam.

Roy paused for a moment to wipe it off. "I don't have rabies. And before you say it; no, you can't check it nor are we going to Rampart so the doctors can 'make sure.'"

Johnny gave a crooked grin as he put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "Are you sure? I mean, you didn't think you had tonsillitis not too long ago, but—"

Roy interrupted. "Quiet, Junior, or you'll notice we'll hit a lot more muddy spots in the road on your shifts to clean the squad."

"Are you sure you don't want me to check? Rabies isn't something to joke around with, you know."

Roy sighed and spat again, careful to not get froth on himself. He did not want to hear rabies jokes all shift. "Mud, junior. Spare yourself the trouble and shut up now."

Johnny resigned and stayed silent, unsure of how serious his partner was. He leaned down to empty the toothpaste from his own mouth and accidentally landed it on the faucet.

Roy sniggered. "Your aim's a bit off there. You, uh, you have a head injury or somethin' there, Johnny?" he mimicked. "You want me to check? Or do you want me to take you to Rampart? I hear they have wonderful doctors that—"

John didn't look up from his hands, which were busy pouring water from the sink to the top of the faucet to clean it. "Take your own advice and be quiet."

Roy laughed as he rinsed his toothbrush and began to walk out. "I'll make sure the guys save you some coffee," he called over his shoulder.

A muffled "thank you" was his reply.

He would try to avoid the mud for now, he decided.

A/N: This is just a short prompt-driven fanfic from Imagineyourotp on Tumblr. The prompt was "Imagine your OTP brushing their teeth together." This is what came to me at 1 AM, and I just had to write it. This is also my first Emergency! story and it seemed like a good way to get my feet wet here, as I'm a bit nervous of screwing things up.