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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 ~~~~~
I couldn’t help but get lost in memories as I sat at the table eating pizza with Ray and Egon. I had a love/hate relationship with my past. So much of it was painful, but, without it, I wouldn’t have the life I did now. "So what have you been doing for the past fifteen years... other than being a mother?" Ray asked me. I wiped my mouth with a napkin.
"After... Pop... I took off. I didn’t know where to go, so I found a shelter to stay in for a few days. It was pretty bad, but I met Matt there. He worked at the shelter, and he took me in. If he hadn’t I’d have had to go into foster care. He took care of me, helped me to be able to finish high school. When I turned eighteen he married me. He helped me to get through college, too. I’ve got a Bachelor’s degree in History, French and German. I teach at P.S. 112." I abbreviated the past fifteen years.
"You’re a high school teacher? That’s great." Ray said around a mouthful of cheese.
"You’re divorced now?" Egon asked me. I nodded my head as I finished my bite of food.
"That’s a shame. What happened?" Ray questioned.
"He met someone new. I don’t think we ever really loved each other, though. I was grateful to him for helping me, and he liked having someone to cook and clean for him. I don’t regret marrying him or divorcing him. I suppose we kind of used each other." I shrugged.
"It’s got to be rough on Aiden, though." Ray guessed.
"He was six when Matt and I divorced, and, honestly, they were never very close. They were complete opposites. Matt treated him well, but Aiden rarely mentions him. He and I are very close." I smiled, missing my son already.
"I’d love to meet him. He sounds like a great kid." Ray grinned.
"I’d like to meet him as well. I’ve been reading articles about prodigy children and the possibility of past life memories surfacing as a cause for their knowledge. Aiden sounds like a prime candidate for past life regression therapy. I’d like to include myself in the study, but I’ve yet to find a way to hypnotize myself." Egon said in what was tantamount to a speech for him.
"Uh, maybe you shouldn’t run tests on people we know, Egon." Ray suggested.
"Why?" Egon replied, a confused look on his face.
"Don’t you remember what happened when you took a brain tissue sample from Louis?"
"It was a convulsion not a stroke. Besides, none of the testing would be invasive... well, maybe some blood work." Egon defended himself.
"I’ll think about it." I answered neutrally.
"I’ll work up a summary of the testing I’d like to do and what each test entails. That will help you make an informed decision, and you could be present for the testing as well. I’d never harm your child." Egon assured me, and his words tugged at my heart.
"Did I mention just how much I’ve missed you guys?" I smiled warmly at them both.
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Egon didn’t understand why it made him feel relieved to know she was divorced. Why was it so important to him that she had never really loved her husband? He was not emotionally insecure. He didn’t have to be the only one she’d ever loved... did he? The familiar confusion tangled his brain for the first time in years. Maybe this had all been a very bad idea. She excused herself to go to the restroom, and Ray showed her the way. When he returned he wore a huge grin. "Wow, Eggy, I can’t believe Peter is finally gonna let bygones be bygones. Bec is just as sweet as ever, and she’s got a kid! Pete’s an uncle, and he didn’t even know it. It’s a shame he and Dana are out tonight. They should really be here." Ray rambled on.
"Peter didn’t invite her to the wedding." Egon finally admitted, his ears turning red.
"Then who did? Dana? Does she even know Bec exists?" Ray questioned, oblivious as usual.
"I did. I sent her my invitation." He said right before Rebecca came back. The question was evident on Ray’s face, but, thankfully, it went unasked. Ray gave him a look letting him know he had some explaining to do.
"Oh my goodness, that pizza was so good, but I’m stuffed." She groaned and took her plate to the sink. "Yikes, you guys are gonna get roaches. Want me to wash these dishes?" She asked when she discovered the sink full of a weeks’s worth of dirty dishes. As usual, she was trying to take care of everyone around her.
"You don’t have to, we’ll get to it." Ray lightly protested.
"It’s the least I can do. Come on, Spengs, you can help me, and Ray, you can be the disk jockey." She instructed. She sounded so much like Ray’s mother that neither he nor Ray objected. Ray crossed the room to the stereo and switched it on as Egon rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"What can I do?" He asked her.
"Why don’t you gather up the trash while I clear out one side of the sink." She suggested. He nodded and got to work as Ray Charles’ ‘I Got A Woman’ began playing. Ray gave him a hand, and they each carried a couple trash bags and numerous pizza boxes down to the dumpster in the alley behind the station.
"What are you up to, Egon? There’s not a sentimental bone in your body. Why would you invite Rebecca?" Ray finally got the chance to ask.
"I thought it would be a nice surprise. We’ve nearly died twice in five years. There’s a very high probability we won’t live to be old men. Given the festive atmosphere of a wedding, I deduced it would be a suitable occasion for a reconciliation." Egon explained his rational reason for inviting Rebecca. Ray digested what he said, and a smile played on his lips.
"I’ll be damned, Spengler, underneath it all you’re a real grad A romantic." Ray teased.
"I thought it would be a suitable wedding gift." He said, clearing his throat before heading back inside.
As Egon and Ray returned upstairs, ‘Sweet, Sweet Lovin’ by The Platters played over the clatter of dishes in the sink. He’d been so surprised at actually seeing her again he hadn’t paid much attention to what she looked like. As she stood by the sink, it was all he could focus on. The skirt she wore fit her snugly and ended a modest inch above her knees. She still favored three inch heeled pumps, and she wore a rose colored blouse with a vest that matched the skirt. It was professional, yet feminine, and it accented her body perfectly. She didn’t look identical to the way she had when she was sixteen, but she didn’t look like she’d had a child, either. Her hips were possibly a bit more flared, but she bore it well. Her hair was piled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, but it was still the same scarlet hue it had always been. And, perhaps most important, she still wore the necklace. She was still perfect, and he felt his apprehension grow. He hadn’t been enough to keep her from leaving fifteen years ago, and he was the same as he’d been back then. What made him think she’d still want him? And it wasn’t just herself she’d be worried about. She had a teenaged son, and she would put him above all else. He suddenly felt like the awkward twenty year old he’d been instead of the slightly less awkward thirty-five year old he was.

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Ray had been so exited to hear the voice of Rebecca Venkman. It had been fifteen years since the last time any of them had seen her. He’d missed the girl he considered a sister. His mother had practically raised her and Peter after their mother had died giving birth to Becca. His mother would be happy Becca had come back to them, if she were still alive. His parents had been killed in a plane crash ten years ago. He’d hoped then Becca would come for the funeral. She hadn’t, but she’d sent a bouquet of daffodils, his mother’s favorite flower, with a card signed simply with the letter B. Every year when he visited the grave on the anniversary of their death, their wedding anniversary and both their birthdays, he found a fresh bouquet of daffodils. He’d always hoped, at least once, he’d catch her there, placing the flowers, but he never had.
The idea of Becca and Peter making up thrilled him. He’d always felt Peter had unjustly blamed her for their father’s death, and he’d spent years wondering and worrying about her. To find her relatively unchanged and the mother of a teenaged son had done him a world of good. Everything was going great until Egon admitted to being the one to send the invitation. He’d been totally shocked, but he knew he shouldn’t mention it in front of Becca. He didn’t get the chance to ask what Egon’s intentions were until they were alone by the dumpster. Even once Egon had explained his actions Ray couldn’t quite believe it. In the lifetime he’d known Egon Spengler the man had never done anything remotely sentimental or romantic... well, he’d named his computer Marsha, after his mother, but that was it. Maybe Egon was softening as he aged. Maybe the job was affecting him in ways none of them had expected.
When he and Egon returned upstairs Becca was swaying to the music as she washed dishes, and Egon froze in place. He stood, staring at her like a pole axed steer. You’d have thought she was a ghost the way Egon was reacting. Ray moved past him, back over to the stereo. He changed the CD to one by Jackie Wilson, and, as Jackie sang ‘I Need Your Loving,’ Becca turned to face them. "Oh, I haven’t heard this one in a hundred years, Ray!" She beamed at them. Egon gulped almost audibly and rubbed his hands on his pant legs. His ears were red, and it suddenly all clicked into place. Ray knew Egon well enough to know the signs. Egon was nervous, and his ears only turned red like that when he blushed. Egon may have told himself he was inviting Rebecca for Peter’s sake, but he wanted to see her, too. Leave it to Egon to be clueless about his own feelings. The poor guy had spent so many years denying he had any feelings he didn’t know what to do with the ones he had. How great would it be if Becca and Egon got together? Peter would have to forgive her then, and they could all be one big happy family. He slapped Egon on the back as Jackie broke into ‘Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher.’
"Hey, Eggy, why don’t you ask the lady to dance? I’ll do the dishes." Ray suggested, knowing if these two were going to get together they’d need a shove.
"I... that is... I’m not a very good dancer." Egon replied, pushing his glasses up. Ray tossed Becca a dish towel and pushed her in Egon’s direction.
"Well, you’ll need the practice for the wedding then." Ray replied. Becca looked almost as nervous as Egon. "Jeez, you two are hopeless." He chuckled, turning to them. He practically dragged Becca to Egon, but, when he took their hands and put them together, they did the rest on their own.
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As Ray pushed us together, I almost wished he wouldn’t, but, when he put our hands together, a rush of memories flooded my mind. My body tingled all over, and we fell naturally into a sort of awkward slow dance. Neither of us were very good dancers, but it didn’t matter. When I danced with him I became oblivious to anything but him. In the fifteen years since we’d last seen each other he’d barely changed. His shoulders had widened a bit, and there were a couple white hairs, barely noticeable, threaded through the dark hair at his temples. But he smelled the same, felt the same, moved the same. I looked up into his eyes, and he pulled me a fraction of an inch closer to him. Ray had started playing Sam Cooke, and, as ‘Nothing Can Change This Love’ played, I remembered how much his parents had loved Sam Cooke. They, and Ray as well, had always loved music, and at every gathering there was dancing. I moved a little closer to Egon and got drawn back into my memories.
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