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Our Present to the Future	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 2250 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-PART 1
- 2-PART 2
- 3-PART 3
- 4-PART 4
- 5-PART 5
- 6-PART 6
- 7-PART 7
- 8-PART 8
- 9-PART 9
- 10-PART 10
- 11-EPILOGUE
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Synopsis: The efforts of all the GBs are needed for their most important mission ever.

Description: no graphic content
Timeline: Jumps around a bit, but takes place in 2004 (exactly twenty years after they both started out) and 3017 (Futura’s present day home)
Rating: R; R; for adult language and themes (surprisingly devoid of smut . . . sorry! LOL)
Warning: Character deaths (but not presented in the way one might think . . . cheer up!)
Disclaimer: This story is of my own creation and therefore my intellectual property. I do not, however, own these delightful 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 sixth and final installment of my FGB/RGB crossover series. The previous stories are Birthday Beginnings, Just the Way You Are, Birth and Rebirth, Holding Out for a Hero, and All About the Anthonys. This last story gives a lot of insight into the future (and consequently the past and present) of Ghostbusting and represents the final mission for both the RGBs and FGBs. If this disturbs you faithful readers, just remember that time and history are relative things, especially with this bunch! I assure you, it’s not as bad as it sounds. And I swear that I’m not pulling a Star Trek: Generations. Although I did go a little on the Matrix: Revolutions route, but I felt that what was seen of Futura’s society warranted it. *grovel*
Platitudes and Gratitudes: As always, I thank my beta Kel for being patient with me as I’ve juggled graduate school and writing this series for almost a year, and also for just being an inspiration to me. Thanks Kelinator!

And a special thank you to those of you kind enough to have read all the stories in the entire series. The first story, Birthday Beginnings, was my first attempt at writing fanfic after having read it extensively on the web. All I can say is that this has truly been a labor of love and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading them as much as I did writing them!

Campsite, Lake Placid, upstate New York – Sunday, August 15, 2004
In the waning light of day, a large group of old friends were gathered around a campfire. This vacation was a tradition that was begun by five of the adults and the ghost back in the mid 1980s. Now it was almost twenty years later, and the annual camping trip had grown significantly in size. Now over twenty people, adults and minors alike, sat warming themselves by the fire, exchanging stories, marshmallows, and good feelings. They all looked forward to this chance to get away and kick back every year.

“Okay, true confession time,” announced Janine Melnitz-Spengler. “Most embarrassing moments in Ghostbusting History.” The children all exploded into an uproar of applause and catcalls, but the men all protested.

“Oh come on, Janine! There’s no need to dwell on the past!” Ray Stantz protested.

“Oh, but if we don’t learn from our history, we’ll be doomed to repeat it!” Kayla Martin-Spenser objected with a laugh.

“Come on guys. Be sports,” Kelechi Bryant-Zeddemore begged before sucking a toasted marshmallow off her husband’s thumb.

“No.” Egon Spengler’s reply left no trace of humor on his fac
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“Aww. I guess we’ll just have to tell their stories for them,” Alice Derleth-Stantz chuckled.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Peter Venkman warned.

A tall redhead stood up by the fire, clutching a stick like a microphone. “This is Jessica Rhea-Kong for WGPN News. This evening’s top story: Ghostbusters and their, shall we say, less-than-shining moments.”

“Jess!” her husband scolded, but she ignored him. Jake Kong frowned as his wife continued her impromptu ‘report’.

“I’m reporting to you live from the Adirondack Mountains at this, the tenth annual Ghostbusters, Inc. camping trip on the twentieth anniversary year of each company’s founding.”

A huge cheer went up in celebration of the hallmark.

“Mrs. Kong! I have a story!”

“Yes! Mrs. Stantz! Your Ray Stantz embarrassing moment?”

“Well,” Alice began. “I wasn’t there myself, but it was something Peter told me about. Ray went home to be the grand marshal of his homecoming parade and he ended up quitting the ghost business for a day and donning a bunny suit as the employee of some jerk he grew up with. A pink bunny suit, mind you!”

Everycraccracked up as Alice elaborated on the tale. Ray turned beet red. “Thanks a lot, Alice.” Their seven-year-old daughter Lauren hugged him and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, but you were the hero that day, Daddy. Just a hero in a pink bunny suit!” Ray smiled at the memory and hugged his little girl, deciding to take the embarrassment in stride.

“A wonderful story, Mrs. Stantz,” Jessica said. “Next?”

“Oh! Oh! I’ve got one!” Kel raised her hand while her ten-year-old son Ashton rolled his eyes and poked at the fire with a tree limb.

“Yes! Mrs. Zeddemore!”

“Winston’s most embarrassing moment would have to be getting arrested in his long johns with two of his mates also in their skivvies. He was utterly mortified by that one!”

Winston Zeddemore smirked and shook his head. That was so long ago that he didn’t even care anymore, but there was a time when he would’ve really smarted from her revealing it like that. No one wants to be the dude in his drawers in prison, especially if you’re not coming in alone! “Laugh on, Kel,” he said, just to portray the right amount of false discomfiture to their audience.

“Aww,” she laughed. “Did I embarrass you, Churchill? I’m sorry.” She didn’t sound like it.

“I remember that well,” Dana Barrett-Venkman said with a reminiscent smile. “I think Winston was the only one embarrassed. Egon and Ray were so keyed up over Vigo; I doubt it really occurred to them that they were in their underwear.” Everyone laughed even louder.

“That was the night you guys saved me, right Dad?” seventeen-year-old Oscar Venkman asked.

“That would be the one,” his step-father replied.

“That’s right!” Kel exclaimed. “Hail the conquering heroes’ knickers!” Winston spurted out the soda he’d been drinking. He narrowed his eyes at her, but ended up laughing along with her.

“Great story, Mrs. Zeddemore!” Jessica continued her moderation. “Next?”

“Over here,” Kayla interjected while caressing her daughter Sarah’s head, which rested in Kayla’s lap. “I’ve got a great Eddie story.” Sarah Spensmilsmiled and took her daddy’s hand. He smirked and re-positioned the infant Eddie Spenser III in his lap so that he could lift his eleven-year-old daughter’s hand to kiss her knuckles.

“Do tell, Mrs. Spenser!” Jessica said.

“Well, it’s actually one that you told me, Jess. Back before I came back into the boys’ lives. Eddie was kidnapped by Prime Evil for leverage against Jake and Tracey, rest his soul.” Everyone bowed their heads reverently for a moment as was typical when anyone mentioned the only deceased Ghostbuster to date. “Well, Eddie kept tripping and breaking things at Haunt Quarters so Prime Evil finally begged Jake to take him back.” That one sent even the Ghostbusters into guffaws of laughter.

“God, I remember that like it was yesterday. That’s a good one,” Jessica said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. She looked at her husband who was laughing equally hard. They smiled at each other, knowing instinctively that they were both recalling another instance when this story was brought up. However the setting had been more intimate. Back when Jessica and Jake spent their first night together neither found the mention of this story amusing. Eddie and Jessica were both nearly lost to Jake on that day. But much like the turn of Winston’s thoughts, it had been too long ago and too much had happened since for any of them to see it as anything more than an anecdote. And for the Kongs, the very mention of the story called up sweet memories of first kisses and budding romance. Such was the marvel of passage of time. “Next story, ladies?”

“I’ve got two words for you,” Dana announced. “Venk Man.”

Everyone laughed so hard there were several people coughing. The newspaper articles about Peter’s exploits as a not-so-superhero were seen by all and never got old. Peter narrowed his eyes at all of them, but smiled in memory. His thirteen-year-old daughter Ronnie got up and mimicked flying like Superman, then pretended to crash into a tree, kind of like George of the Jungle. Peter finally started to laugh at his own expense, and Jessica added her own unintentional Venk Man impression by tripping over a fallen tree limb and falling over while laughing. This made everyone else laugh even harder.

“Most embarrassing moments in reporting, huh Jess?” Jake said with a haughty smirk. “No wonder they gave you that cushy anchor job. Harvey must’ve known you’d hurt yourself if you stayed in the field any longer.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Keep it up, laughing boy! I haven’t gotten to your story yet! So who’s got the next story?”

“Well, I think I know what Janine will say was Spengs’ most embarrassing moment. See, it was one she wasn’t there for, so we took lots of pictures.” Peter gloated as Egon’s brow furrowed darkly.

“You know me too well, Peter.” Janine tossed a few marshmallows Slimer’s way, and he caught them in his mouth.

“Please elaborate, Mrs. Spengler,” Jessica said.

“Okay.” She swigged her soda. “So the guys were fighting this ghost that went through a clock and Egon at the same time as the guys were firing at it. Well, the combination of the ionization and the clock caused a change in themhe ghe ghost started to age over the next few hours and Egon started to get younger. He reverted back to being an obnoxious but brilliant teenager then to a hyperactive but brilliant child, and finally right back to a sweet cuddly, but brilliant infant that knew how to escape from cribs. You musta been hell on your poor mother,” she told him with a barely disguised attempt at hiding her laughter.

Egon sighed heavily. Slimer floated over to him and planted a big kiss on his face. Egon wiped the slime away with a look of disgust.

“I mith Baby Egon!” Slimer exclaimed.

“So do I, Spud! He was so . . . photogenic!” Peter teased, pretending to reach for his wallet as if he had some of the incriminating photos.

“Shove it, Venk Man,” Egonliedlied.

Peter chuckled right along with everyone else.

“Okay. Okay. My turn.” Jake frowned at Jessica, so she winked at him. “I think Jake’s most un-shining moment was when he went to dematerialize a 50-foot dragon . . . and missed.”

The men all looked at Jake in shock and burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell me Mr. Perfect missed a 50-foot target!” Peter wheezed between laughs.

“I couldn’t get close enough!”

“To a 50-foot dragon?!?” the men all exclaimed.

“Oh, it gets better!” Jessica interjected. “The dragon tried to fry him when he missed, so genius here dropped the dematerializer and ran. And when we looked over the snow bank we were hiding behind, it was just in time to see the dragon eat the dematerializer!”

Everyone’s laughter redoubled. Even Jake had to laugh. His three children applauded him with shouts of ‘Encore’, ‘Bravo’ and ‘Swing batter’. The fifteen-year-olds had only one trait in common; they were all developing into regular smartasses, just like their mother.

“I would’ve loved to have seen that!”

They all looked up to where the familiar voice came from. Futura was lounging on a tree limb a few feet above them.

“Hey, chickie! How long ya been up there?” Jessica greeted.

“Just long enough to hear all those wonderful stories. Got any extra marshmallows?”

“Sure,” Eddie replied, and then tossed her a half-empty bag. Futura caught it in a field of telekinetic energy anvitavitated out the marshmallows. She toasted them in mid air with her powers then started eating them one by one.

“So, what brings you to the camping trip?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I have a little job I need you guys to do for me in my century.”

“Sorry. We’re retired,” Peter said. “You should go grab the youngsters from their headquarters. They’d flip if they could work with you.”

“Nope. Can’t take the kids. I need you boys. And the wives.”

Z.J. Kong made a very unladylike snorting sound and muttered, “Boys? These geezers?”

The men all frowned at her, but the wives all stared at Futura with unguarded astonishment. “Why do you need us?” Kayla asked.

Futura placed her finger to her lips and shushed. “It’s a secret,” she said with a wink, and then disappeared in a flash of light. “Meet me at Ghost Command ASAP,” her voice echoed through the air around them.

The adults all looked around at each other and shrugged.

“Well, so much for the camping trip,” Winston said. “But on the up side, I’ve always wanted to travel by Time Turbo!”
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