All About the Anthonys | By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Real Ghostbusters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Synopsis: Another RGB/FGB crossover. The United States Mint hires both GB teams.
Description: Het, Multi-Ship, OCs present
Timeline: August 1997 *two years before Sacagawea gold dollar was first minted*
Disclaimer: Kelechi Zewditu Zeddemore, Kayla Spenser, and all the U.S. Mint employees are OCs of my own creation and therefore my intellectual property, as is this story. As for the deceased RPs I’ve included in this story, I do so with the utmost respect for their vast contributions to the present prominence of our nation (G.W. Bush admin. withstanding). I figured if the RGB series could do an episode on Houdini as a ghost, I could do this. I do not own any of the other characters nor do I profit from their use in this story. My purpose is one of philosophical fulfillment: I write, therefore I am.
Author’s Notes: This is the fifth installment in my Ghostbusters crossover series. The previous stories are Birthday Beginnings, Just the Way You Are, Birth and Rebirth, and Holding Out for a Hero. It helps a lot to read them to know the particulars of how I’ve brought the series to this point. However, if you don’t want to read the earlier stories, I’m sure this story is clear enough on its own. Enjoy!
Jake and Joey Kong sat on the front stoop of Ghost Command. Father and son were sharing a six-pack of cola over a conversation about girls.
“So you see Son,” Jake told the eight-year-old boy. “Girls only have cooties until around junior high school. Then their bodies build up an immunity to the cootie bacteria and it’s safe to have contact with them.” Joey listened with rapt attention to the load of bull his father was feeding him.
“Really, Dad?”
“Yup.” He took a long swig of Coke to hide his smirk. He felt his avoidance of explaining ‘the birds and the bees’ to his son was an act of sheer brilliance.
“So that explains why a cool guy like you likes to kiss mom so much. She’s not contagious anymore!” Jake nearly choked on his soda. Not a very ‘cool’ move.
“Uh . . . yeah.”
The front door opened. Eddie Spenser, Jake’s partner and Joey’s godfather, came outside to sit beside his best friend and surrogate nephew. “Hey guys.”
“Hey.” Jake greeted his fellow Ghostbuster.
“Hi Uncle Eddie! Guess what? I know why grownup men like ladies so much! Dad told me!” The boy smiled in adoration at his father, who was avoiding Eddie’s gaze.
“Oh?” A smile tugged at the corners of Eddie’s mouth. His own daughter Sarah had come up to him recently in her four-year-old wisdom and demanded to know where she and the triplets had come from. Eddie’s stuttered response had earned him a week in the doghouse when his wife Kayla found out. Jake had teased him mercilessly. “And what did he tell you?” He eyed Jake with a playfully threatening smile. Payback was a bitch.
“Well, I didn’t understand how guys can get so close to girls to like . . .” He wrinkled up his nose in distaste. “Kiss ‘em. You know, with the cooties and all.” Eddie and Jake smirked at each other, remembering a time when they’d both found girls ‘icky’ and had done their best to terrorize their female schoolmates. “So Dad says that girls aren’t contagious anymore after they get to be teenagers. Right, Dad?”
“That’s right,” Jake frowned at Eddie in a way that said not to tell Jessica. Eddie ignored the threatening look.
“Wow! What a smart dad you have!” Eddie smiled broadly at Jake. It was not a comforting smile for the blond Ghostbuster.
“I’ll say.” The three of them looked up and saw a tall young man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes standing at the base of the steps.
“Neil!” Joey launched himself into the arms of the college student. “Neil! Guess what? Dad says girls your age don’t have cooties!”
The young man gave Jake a questioning look, to which Jake just shrugged and downed the rest of his cola. “I see,” Neil replied uncertainly. “Well, he’s right . . . I guess.”
The relaxed air was suddenly severed by an ear-splintering bellow from an upstairs window. “JOSEPH RAYMOND PETER EGON WINSTON KONG! GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE RIGHT NOW! I DON’T KNOW WHAT ON EARTH YOU WERE THINKING OR HOW YOU GOT IT PINK, BUT YOU WILL FIND A WAY TO CHANGE YOUR SISTER’S HAIR BACK TO BLONDE!” She noticed Neil and waved with a smile. “Oh! Hi Corky!”
“Hi Aunt Jess!” he replied. Then he muttered to his uncle, “Geez! Is she always gonna call me that?”
“Until the day you die, Neil,” Jake replied.
Joey had cringed at his mother’s scolding and he gazed imploringly at his father, silently begging for help. Jake ruffled the boy’s dark red hair and smiled apologetically.
“Sorry, Sport. You’re on your own.” Joey gave Jake a mous ous glare then stormed inside. His father, godfather, and cousin watched him go, literally shaking in his shoes. “He’s a dead man,” Jake commented absently before turning to face the others.
“Oh yeah,” Eddie replied.
“Without a doubt,” Neil added. “She called him by his full name.” He reached into the cooler by Jake’s feet and extracted three beers, passing them around. He pulled the tab and raised his own to the other two men. “Here’s to not being Joey right now.”
“Here! Here!” They all raised their cans and saluted before taking long draughts of brew. Cornelius Rhea had only been 21 years old for a few months, but the other men treated him as an equal from the second he came of age. Especially since Neil was training to become a Ghostbuster. The young man was to be Tracey’s replacement, as the gorilla had passed on the previous year. Neil thought about this as he sat sharing a beer and a few laughs with these men, who had shared in the role of father to him after his own father, Jessica’s brother, had died. They were all able to fill a void for each other. He smiled to himself at the bittersweet sentiment as they kicked back and laughed at a joke that would have been grossly inappropriate for little Joey’s ears.
Over the years, Neil had taken most of his mannerisms from Jake and Eddie. All he ever wanted to be was a Ghostbuster, and he prided himself on being the only Ghostbuster in training who was actually allowed to go on busts. New York’s Junior Ghostbusters were still in high school and were not yet allowed to get any action. Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that he was like a son to his mentors who wouldn’t likely deny him anything.
Now Joey, who seemed to stay in almost constant hot water with either one or both of his parents, took after his mother in looks and idolized his father, but it was the men for whom he was named that he resembled most in personality. He had Egon Spengler’s knack for science, Raymond Stantz’s idealism, Winston Zeddemore’s tactical planning abilities, and Peter Venkman’s vengeful streak. His younger sisters Chloe Alice and Zoë Janine, or Z.J. as she preferred to be called, were almost always his victims. Chloe was his chosen mark more often because she was so quiet, whereas her younger twin had more of an extreme personality and would likely seek revenge. This was fairly expected as well, since Chloe Alice Kong was partly named for the more subdued Mrs. Raymond Stantz, while Z.J. got her middle name from the very stylish and outspoken Mrs. Egon Spengler. If Joey had made Z.J.’s hair pink, she’d probably have thanked him.
So all things considered, particularly his son’s resemblance to Peter, it should have come as no surprise to Jake that Joey’s mutinous glare had not been just for show.
“So he says, that feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell!” They were just laughing at the punch line to Eddie’s dirty joke when . . .
“JACOB ETHAN KONG, JR! WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING OUR SON ABOUT WOMEN?!?!?”
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