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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 was suddenly snapped into the present when a telephone rang. Ray shut off the music, and I realized just how close Egon and I had been dancing. His arms were holding me protectively against his chest, and my head rested there. He smoothed my hair down as I looked up into the face of the man I still loved. "I missed you, Becca." He told me softly, and, for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
"Egon..." I murmured, and a squeaking noise caught my attention. I looked up, and Egon’s gaze followed mine. A fluorescent overhead light was swaying wildly, and a shroud of dread covered me. I pulled out of Egon’s embrace and dashed downstairs and out onto the street. It couldn’t be happening again. Not after all these years.
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Egon didn’t have the words to describe what he was feeling. Maybe he was feeling a little bit of everything. He’d been so happy to see her, and holding her in his arms had reawakened feelings he hadn’t known were still so strong. And then the light had started swaying. After so many years of ghost busting he wasn’t nearly as startled by the effects of psychokinetic energy as he used to be, but, for Becca, it probably triggered some post traumatic stress. He wanted to go after her to tell her it was okay, but Ray trotted in the room. "We got a live one at Trump Plaza. Pete and Winston are on their way." He announced excitedly. Egon sighed. He loved being a Ghostbuster, but times like this he missed the university. "Where did Bec go?" Ray asked, suddenly noticing her absence.
"She had an emergency." Egon stretched the truth.
"I hope everything’s all right. You know, we probably shouldn’t mention her to Peter, yet." Ray said.
"I concur. I just hope she really does show up for the wedding."
"She said she would. Did she act like maybe she’d changed her mind?"
"I’m not sure. What’s going on at Trump Plaza?" Egon asked, changing the subject. He wanted to focus on work, not his feelings.
"Sounds like at least a couple class five fixed partial torso apparitions. They’re having some big shindig down there, and the spooks are crashing the party. I don’t think it’s exactly an emergency as much as we’re the evening’s entertainment. Still, they’re offering big bucks, and we could use a little extra dough." Ray explained as he helped Egon make sure the packs and traps were at full charge.
An hour later Egon walked through the kitchen of the luxury hotel, proton pack on his back and a PKE meter in his hand. They’d already bagged one ghost, and he was closing in on the second. Most of his life he’d been able to concentrate on his work above all else, but nothing about the way he reacted to Rebecca Venkman was normal. He didn’t even notice the arms of the PKE meter raising until he started to slip in the ectoplasm the entity was dripping onto the floor beneath it. For a half a second he stared at and through the semi-transparent eyes of the specter. "Shit." He murmured uncharacteristically. He tried to back pedal away from the ghost, but he lost his footing. The forty pound proton pack brought him down like a turtle on its back. The ghost bellowed at him and flew through him. It was a peculiar kind of discomfort, being slimed was. He didn’t like the slime, but it wasn’t nearly as disturbing as the residue of emotions the spirit left behind when it passed through his body. "A little help, Ray!" He called out over his radio.
"On my way, what’s your twenty?"
"Kitchen... tell Winston and Peter to check the level beneath the kitchen." He suggested as he waited for backup.
By the time Ray had arrived, helped him up and cleaned off as much of the slime as possible, Winston had trapped the second ghost. He and Peter were in the process of sweeping the place to make sure they’d caught all the ghosts. Egon was done for the night. He didn’t want to haggle over the bill, he didn’t want to pose with party-goers and he didn’t want to explain how he’d been caught off guard. His lower back hurt, his suit was practically super glued to his body and he felt like his brain could use a shower. He mumbled a thanks to Ray and went straight to the car. He stashed his pack and climbed into the back of the Ecto. They always kept a tarp over the bench in the back in case someone got slimed. He’d only been slimed once before, and he’d let it happen. He’d been curious about what it felt like. He wasn’t curious about it anymore. He sat silently and uncomfortably as the other Ghostbusters finally made their way to the car. He listened as Ray and Winston boasted of catching the ghosts, and he knew Peter would say something. They’d been driving for five minutes when he leaned over the back seat to face Egon. "So, Egon... how does it feel to collect your own samples for a change?" He jabbed. It was an unusually mild attack, but Peter had been in an increasingly good mood as his wedding day approached.
"It feels like shit." Egon grumbled. Peter raised his brows.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Spengs? How did you wind up getting slimed anyhow? You weren’t trying to screw the stuff again, were you? Trust me, Eggy, no means no, even with ectoplasm." Peter prattled. He wanted nothing more than to throttle Venkman, but he ignored him, choosing to focus on Rebecca instead. For a moment, the childishness of the spirit that had passed through him tempted him to reply to Venkman that he didn’t kiss his mother with that mouth, he kissed Venkman’s sister. He was able to reign in the insult, though, simply because he didn’t want to hurt Becca. He was worried about her, but he was angry at her, too. She always ran. He couldn’t understand it. He’d promised to help her, but she wouldn’t stick around long enough for him to do anything. He really hoped she’d still come to the wedding, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she was a no show. He mentally groaned. He was never this moody. It had to be the effects of being slimed and phased through by the ghost. A good shower and some sleep would probably help.
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