Just the Way You Are | By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 3491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The next day at work was a real bear. Peter found that he was disgusted by the very sight of Janine, and Egon was blissfully unaware of what she really was. He kept wandering over to her desk all day to give her affection in any number of ways. Hugs . . . kisses . . . caresses . . . more kisses . . . tender words . . . still more damn kisses. Venkman thought he’d puke soon if they didn’t stop. Well, he wasn’t going to sit there and take another second of this. It was wrong, and Egon didn’t deserve to be played for a fool.
He left his office and walked over to Janine’s desk. He found her and Egon in a lip-lock, with the physicist seated casually on the corner of her desk. “Are you two finished pawing each other? I have some accounting you need to do Janine, unless re tre too busy to do the job you’re paid to do.”
Egon and Janine stopped in mid-kiss and turned as one to stare at Peter. He’d been moody all day, but that last statement was uncalled for. “Peter is something wrong?” Egon asked crossly.
“Of course not. I’m just fine. No worries. I have a beautiful, talented, loyal girlfriend. The world is my oyster.”
“Hm.” Egon frowned. What was that loyal crack supposed to mean? “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Egon. I said I was, didn’t I?” Peter regretted his tone immediately. Egon definitely didn’t deserve his anger . . .
“Whassa matter, Dr. V? PMS?” Janine joked. Egon smirked and Janine laughed heartily.
Peter frowned spitefully. Egon might not have deserved his anger, but he knew who did.
“I’m not the one with the hormonal imbalance, Janine. Now quit playing the happy little bitch in heat and get back to work.”
Egon stood up instantly, bringing himself to his full height. He scowled down at Peter. “Apologize.”
Peter sized Egon up. “Fine.” He turned to Janine with every intention of giving her a phony apology, but when he looked at her he just saw smugness on her face. He couldn’t help himself. “I’m very sorry, Janine . . . that you’re such a little slut!”
He never knew what hit him.
Egon Spengler, Peter’s oldest friend and fellow Ghostbuster, had punched him so hard, his head had rocked backwards, and he was now sitting on the floor clutching his jaw. ‘God, I must look like Louis when Janine hit him.’ A sudden feeling of apprehension rose in the pit of his stomach. ‘Louis ended up this way because he was wrong. What if I’m wrong too?’
“E St Stop!” Janine grabbed Egon’s arm and dragged him up the stairs and away from Peter. She looked back at Peter on the floor. He stared up at her defiantly. ‘Let her gloat!’
But she didn’t gloat. She didn’t appear to be angry, amused, gloating, guilty . . . she seemed to be concerned, for him! This did not add up. Peter suddenly felt really bad again. He was almost positive that he was wrong about her again.
In the rec room, Egon sat on the couch in shock. Janine tried to get his attention, but he just kept repeating over and over, “I hit Peter. I hit Peter.” She wasn’t sure what to tell him; he looked so lost.
“Oh Egon, let’s just forget about it. He didn’t mean it. And you were just defending me. He knows you didn’t mean it either.”
Egon turned to face her, his brow furrowed in a hostile glare. “I hit my best friend for you, Janine.”
She frowned right back at him. ‘I know he’s not trying to blame me for this!’ “You hit your best friend because he called me a slut!”
“Yeah. He did. Why did he do that, Janine?”
She gaped at him in disbelief. “How the hell should I know?”
“I don’t know.” He walked away from her.
“Where are you going?”
“To apologize to Peter.”
As he went down the firepole, Janine was struck by what had just taken place. Egon was seriously considering what Peter had said! Peter had called her a slut, and now Egon, her boyfriend, was going to apologize to him! He wasn’t going to demand Peter apologize to her. No. He was apologizing!
Janine’s eyes stung and she shut them tightly against the emotional onslaught that threatened. “So I’m a slut, am I? Well, we wouldn’t want them to have to work with a slut would we?”
Fuming, she went slowly down the stairs.
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Egon found Peter sitting at Janine’s desk. He looked stunned. Egon hated himself for hitting him. He didn’t even consider the insult Peter had paid Janine because it was clear Peter was defending him again.
Peter glanced up at his friendppropproach. “Egon. I am so sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I should never have hit you. Our friendship warranted better.”
“I deserved it.”
“No. It’s another misunderstanding. Right?” Egon sounded uncertain.
“Yeah Egon. I think it is.”
“Well, what is it?”
Peter watched as his friend pulled over the chair that Janine received clients in, and sat down. Peter exhaled heavily, and scrubbed his chin fretfully. “Last night, Dana told me that when she came back to my place after we got arrested, that she found Janine and Louis making out.” Egon paled. Peter was quick to reassure his friend. “But I think it isn’t true. Janine wouldn’t cheat on you. I know that. I believed Dana because she would never lie to me. Janine would never lie to you, and Dana would never lie to me. Only, someone’s lying, Egon. Someone is lying and . . . and God help me, I think it’s Dana.”
They sat there staring at each other, neither man able to say anything.
At that time, Janine made her way down the stairs. She came over to where they were seated at her desk, stepping in between the two Ghostbusters, ignoring them both.
“Janine . . .” Egon began. She held her hand up in his face.
“Spare me,” she mocked him. She wrote something on a piece of paper. She folded it several times and dropped it on her desk in front of Peter. She then grabbed her purse and left. The two men looked at each other, uncertain of what to think or do. Finally, Peter took the paper, unfolded it, and read it.
“Aww, shit.”
“What?”
“I think I owe Janine an apology.” He handed the paper to Egon. It had just two words on it, but those words broke Egon’s heart:
“I QUIT.”
Egon sighed heavily. “We both do, Peter.”
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