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Don't Know Why	By : JustMeAgain Category: G through L > Ghostbusters Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~~~~2008~~~~~
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Aiden quietly scanned the inside of the Ecto-1 as they drove back to the Ghostbusters Headquarters. Dr. Spengler wore a distracted expression on his face, and he nearly ran a red light. "Whoa! Red light!" Aiden cried out. Dr. Spengler crammed his foot down on the brake pedal and held his hand out to keep Aiden from falling forward.
"Are you all right? I’m sorry, I was thinking about your mother." He explained, lowering his hand.
"I’m fine, Dr. Spengler. I’m worried about her, too. I was thinking, if psychokinetic energy emanates from the brain it must be electrical. If we raised a magnetic field around her couldn’t we nullify it?" Aiden asked. "Light’s green." He added when Dr. Spengler just stared at him.
"The problem there is getting the right level of magnetism. Unless it’s spot on it’s useless, and the PKE level is in constant fluctuation." He said, moving down the street again.
"How do you usually deal with cases like this?" Aiden questioned. Dr. Spengler looked embarrassed.
"Not very well. Peter usually counsels the person, we sweep the house to make sure there isn’t a ghost and we suggest therapy to treat the underlying problem. There isn’t much that can be done. If there was a way to harness the PKE and trap it we could put it in the containment center. It’s just not that easy." Dr. Spengler sighed and punched a button that opened the bay doors of the station house. Aiden was caught up again by getting to see the Ghostbusters Headquarters in person.
"Wow... I never thought I’d get to come here." Aiden said.
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Egon felt a smile tug on his lips at Aiden’s look of curiosity. "Come on, I’ll give you a tour. You want to see the containment center?" Egon offered. The kid’s eyes lit up.
"I’d love to, Dr. Spengler." He beamed.
"This way, and you can call me Egon." He offered, leading the way into the basement. He switched on lights as they descended the stairs. "We had to completely rebuild the containment center when we went back into business, but I was able to make some important modifications. It has a much larger capacity, it’s partially run by solar energy, it’s much safer and it can’t be shut off nearly as easily." He said as they entered the basement. Aiden’s jaw dropped at the size of the containment grid.
"Holy shit... sorry, Mom hates it when I swear." Aiden said, his ears turning red with embarrassment. Something about Aiden seemed very familiar to him, but Egon shook it off. It was probably his mother’s influence shining through.
"It’s not a very attractive habit. I try not to swear, myself, but it’s easy to pick up. Especially hanging around Peter, Ray and Winston." He smirked. Aiden inspected the control panels of the containment center, knowing better than to press any buttons. Egon watched him and felt proud of his work.
"What was it like growing up with my mom, Peter and Ray? Did my mom swear?" Aiden asked.
"Not much, but she teased me incessantly. She called me Spengs more than she ever called my by my first name. Of course Spengs doesn’t sound as odd as Egon does."
"If you don’t like your first name why don’t you go by your middle name?" Aiden asked.
"It’s no better." Egon smirked, digging into his hidden box of Twinkies. He always kept a box in the workbench area. He tossed one to Aiden.
"It can’t be worse than my middle name." Aiden said, unwrapping the Twinkie.
"It’s Gawain." Egon said, biting into his own Twinkie.
"Mines’ Percival. Mom said it’s after one of the knights of the round table." Aiden said, eating his Twinkie in two large bites. He licked the waxed cardboard, folding it in threes lengthwise, put the folded cardboard in the cellophane and tossed it out. Egon felt an electric shock travel the length of his spine. He stared down at his own wrapper, similarly folded and about to be disposed of.
"Gawain was a knight of the round table, as well." Egon finally choked out. "Aiden, when’s your birthday?" He asked, moving to a computer in the corner.
"October 1, 1993. Why? Hey, you don’t happen to know who my mom was dating back then, do you? I’ve always wanted to ask about my father, but I didn’t want to upset her. Matt was an okay guy, but he treated Mom like a slave. She says they used each other, but I think she got the short end of the stick." Aiden went on while Egon found an online pregnancy calculator. He and Rebecca had only had sex a handful of times, and, according to the calculator, Aiden had been conceived on January eighth. That couldn’t be right. That was the day her father had been killed.
"Aiden, were you born prematurely?" Egon asked. Maybe she’d met someone soon after, and it was possible Aiden wasn’t born on her due date.
"No, Mom always says I must’ve like being in her belly. I stuck around exactly two weeks past her due date. I used to try to get her to have my birthday on September seventeenth instead." Aiden chuckled. Egon did the math in his head, and, just to be sure, punched the date into the computer. December twenty-fifth. Aiden had been conceived on Christmas day 1992. Egon sat down hard on the bench.
"Holy shit." He said, staring at Aiden. Aiden... Aiden was a Celtic name, related to Egan, which meant ‘little fire.’ Egon’s mother had wanted to name him Egan, but his father was adamant he should be named Egon after his great-grandfather. Egon was a German name meaning ‘sword-edge,’ but a lot of people mistook it for a Germanized version of Egan. He suddenly realized what was so familiar about Aiden earlier. It was his ears turning red when he blushed. It’s the same thing he did.
"What’s wrong?" Aiden asked. "Do you know who my father is?" Egon didn’t know how to answer.
"I... uh, I think so, but I should talk to your mother first. She’ll know for sure, and she should be the one to tell you."
"What? Is he like a serial killer or something? There must be some reason she never mentioned him. She never mentions her past, period, though, but she promised me we’d talk soon. I just don’t understand what’s so horrible she wants to pretend it didn’t happen." Aiden rambled on. Egon could barely concentrate on Aiden’s words. He was too busy inspecting every inch of the boy. How could he not have seen it? Aiden looked exactly as he did at age fourteen. He even had a deep voice. It was his mannerisms that had fooled Egon. Aiden spoke, smiled, rolled his eyes and laughed just like Rebecca. Of course Aiden’s blush and smirk came straight from him. He wasn’t sure how to feel yet, but he was fairly certain he was ecstatic. He remembered his words to Rebecca the day before. He’d been ready to accept her and Aiden, despite the fact she’d found someone to conceive her child with so quickly after leaving him. He understood her response now. It wasn’t one of pity. She was smiling because he’d been so typically oblivious to the situation. "Egon?"
"Huh?"
"You looked a little out of it. Are you okay?" Aiden asked him. He gave the boy one of his biggest smiles.
"I’m wonderful... have another Twinkie." He said, tossing Aiden a second lunch cake and taking the last for himself.
"Don’t tell Mom. She’d kill me. She says I shouldn’t eat so many sweets." Aiden said, sitting beside him.
"My parents didn’t allow me any sugar at all. I was sixteen and your mother was twelve when she gave me my first Twinkie. They’re still my favorites."
"Did you spend a lot of time with Mom?"
"Yes. I tutored her a lot. She was awful at algebra and biology, but she had an excellent memory. I helped her to memorize the functions."
"She’s still horrible at algebra, but she’s great at teaching history. She taught me French and German, too."
"She’s a very intelligent woman. You should be proud to be her son."
"I am. She’s everyone’s favorite teacher at school." Aiden said. Egon wondered how she was doing. He wanted to call, but he didn’t want to chance making things worse. He really wished Peter was here. He wasn’t very good with the psychology part of parapsychology. He had a hard time reading people. He would have to learn to be a father, though. He didn’t want to be a cold and distant father like his own had been. It couldn’t be too much harder than maintaining his collection of molds, spores and fungi.
"Are you hungry? We should go upstairs and have some lunch. I skipped breakfast, and the Twinkies will only hold me for so long." Egon suggested.
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