Fantasy Island/Emergency Crossover

Backwards Fantasy

I do not own the copyrights to either FI, or Emergency

Ghostwriter85

A/N I never did catch any of Roy and Joanne's children's name (and I hope I am even remaindering his wife's name correctly). Anyhow, I have given them names for the sake of the storyline.

A/N #2...Due to time constraints I am posting multiple chapters, and not skipping days. I am sorry for the inconvenience it may cause to some.

Scene 10

Unexpected Connection

A cool ocean breeze blew over the shoreline as Joe held Marianne's hand as they descended a small hill leading to a boulder big enough for two people to sit on. Marianne had worn tan knee-length shorts and a loose blouse. Her sandals were comfortable and practical for the ground she walked on. Dr. Early's shirt sleeve, v-neck shaped shirt sported thick blue horizontal lines, and his dark dress pants were quite flattering –at least Marianne thought so.

Joe sat down and did not fight Marianne sitting in front of him, or leaning against his chest. Neither one spoke a word as they watched a seagull flying overheard, and then heard children laughing further on down the beach.

"Looks like we weren't the ones who thought a trip to beach would be a good idea." Joe wrapped his arms around Marianne as he saw Joanne spread out a blanket and set breakfast foods out. Her young children ran up and down the beach as they waved and shouted hello to the doctor.

"You don't know how lucky you are." Marianne sighed surprised just how quickly, and unexpectedly, it felt right to be in Joe's arms. "You're friends are so accepting of who you are, even though they now see you with me. A twenty-one year old university graduate they probably think too young for you." Joe frowned, Marianne sounded too tired, something was wrong. Figuring she had something serious on her mind, Joe probed her for answers, and wouldn't quit until she opened up.

"Janie…" She turned to face him, "…seemed to think me being married to an older man for seven days would be enough of a reality check for me to want my own age. She's the force that got us to Fantasy Island."

"And?" Joe didn't dare think what had popped into his mind could be true.

"It's been less than twenty-four hours and I already don't want to leave you." Oh, boy if Roark heard her say that the magistrate would have a fit. "I probably just made an idiot out of myself, didn't I?" She'd misunderstood the reason for Joe clearing his throat and squirming; he hurried to correct the mistake.

"I'm not appalled over you wanting to stay past a week." Joe tilted her head and lowered his voice, "I was shocked…." His eyes never left hers, "…I didn't dare hope you felt the same connection I had."

"Roark's going to knock us both upside the head. He told me not to get close." Marianne tried to focus on the island magistrate's opinion, but she couldn't- Joe had whispered 'let him' and 'too late?' before he began kissing her.

"Momma, I think Dr. Early likes that lady." Joanne glanced over to where her young son was pointing, and saw Joe lift his head; she didn't have to be told what he'd been doing.

"That lady has a name, and it's Mrs. Early to you." It was all she could not to laugh as James's eyes widened. She didn't have to ask him why he was so stunned; she figured that was obvious to any clear thinking adult.

"I see Joe took time off." Roy spoke as he walked up; he had a few spare minutes before his shift began and he figured being with his family was a good idea.

"I just wish I knew what was wrong. Those two are hanging to each other as if they don't have much time left. I hope nothing is seriously the matter." Joanne winced and regretted the words as soon as she spoke them for James was off like lightning shouting, when he was almost out of ear shot, he'd find out.

"I'll get him." Roy was shocked at how fast his young son could run. It was if he were flying. By the time he'd gotten a hold of him James, to Roy's utter embarrassment and horror, had already asked Marianne if she or the doctor were dying, and why he'd asked.

"That is not a question you should be asking. Apologize to the Dr. Early and his wife right now." Roy snapped the order and glared at his son.

"But, Momma…" when his father's glare only hardened, James apologized.

"It's all right, Roy." Joe sighed and figured letting them think something along those lines was better than having to act out a divorce; at least it would be a good cover when Marianne left. "We don't know son, she might. We don't have all the answers now." Joe left it at that and looked at Roy wondering what his reaction would be.

"I'm sorry." Roy's mouth dropped, "I can tell you two really care about each other." It sounded lame, but he wasn't sure what else to say. "We'll leave you be." James was pretty sure his father never stopped scowling at him the whole way back to his mother.

"Roy?" Joanne asked concerned when her husband's mouth did not turn up in a smile, but stayed down.

"James asked if Marianne was dying." That made Joann gasp and glare at her son herself.

"And?" She found herself holding her breath as Roy repeated what he'd been told. "Oh, I hope not. I hope Marianne pulls through whatever is wrong."

Dr. Early and Marianne watched the two talking then faced each other. "I guess we shouldn't have led them to believe I was so ill." Marianne sighed and traced her finger alongside Joe's face.

"Maybe not, but…." He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, "…I wasn't eager to have you leave under the guise of divorce or annulment anyway. Maybe…" his voice grew husky, "… I'm just being a selfish old man wanting you to stay here permanently." His voice cracked and he found himself unable to speak.

"Call yourself either again…." She knelt in front of him, "…and I'll just have to give you a brain duster myself."

The two were so occupied with each other they didn't notice Roy and Joann take their children and leave. Roy saying he had to get to work, and Joann coming up with a reason to follow. Truth was, both felt as if they were intruding on Joe's private world, and wanted to give the couple plenty of privacy.