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Just the Way You Are	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 3426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a bitter surprise for Peter to wake up to find no Dana in his bed. It was an even worse surprise to find that she had left his apartment completely. There was no note or phone message. “Great.”

It was only 5:30 am when he awoke, and he was not in the mood for visitors. So it was with a number of very colorful four-letter words that he answered his door to the incessant banging of someone in the corridor. He snatched open the door ready to read them the riot act, but he immediately clamped his mouth shut when he saw who his visitor was.

“Good morning, Peter. Glad to see you’re up.”

“Mrs. Spengler? Wuh—what are you doing here?”

She quirked a pale brow at him. “Standing in the hallway while my host rudely blocks the door.”

Peter just gaped at her for a second, then realized what she had said and quickly stepped aside to allow her to enter. “Um . . . can I get you a cup of coffee or something?”

“No, Peter. But I’ll tell you what you can get me.”

“Sure. What?”

She smiled sweetly at him. “You can get me my future daughter-in-law back, seeing as how you lost her in the first place.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Mrs. Spengler, look. No one feels worse about this than I do, but Janine won’t even talk to me.”

“Have you tried?”

“Of course!”

“Did you go to her apartment?”

“And do what! She’d never let me in! She’d probably call the cops and I’d spend the night in jail!” He was losing patience, and he had to take a breath to calm himself so he didn’t raise his voice again. “Please understand, Janine doesn’t respond well to pressure. She’ll only be angrier if I push too hard.”

Mary looked him squarely in the eye, waiting a few seconds to make sure he was finished his little tirade. Then she stepped up close to him and said, “Maybe, but she’ll never come back if you don’t pus all all.”

Peter sighed heavily and shook his head. He scrubbed his hand across stubstubble on his chin, rubbing back up to the hairs at his nape. It was way too early for this discussion. He was maybe one-fifth awake, and he didn’t have enough conscious neurons to be able to handle Egon’s irate mother. Better to just do what she wanted.

Besides, she knew karate.

“Fine, Mrs. Spengler. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. You’re right. I screwed up and I owe it to Egon and Janine to try to set things right. The fact that I have absolutely no idea how to do that shouldn’t keep me from trying over and over again in a hopeless cycle of failure.”

Mary smirked at his sarcastic disrespect. “That’s the spirit, dear!” she replied in spurious bemusement. “Now get in the shower. I’ll make you some coffee and a quick breakfast.” She looked around his bachelor pad with uncertainty. “Uh, you do have food, right?”

He chuckled despite his mood at her surprise, scolding visit. “Yeah. Check the fridge. Dana shopped for me this week.” He didn’t miss her grimace at the mention of his girlfriend’s name.

“All right then dear. Wash up. Chop chop!”

Peter grabbed a quick shower and got dressed in the bathroom. Dana’s regular presence in his place forced him to do laundry more often so he actually had clean clothes.

Mary made him some French toast and coffee in record time. He ate quickly and felt much more like he could fake being awake.

“Thanks Mrs. S. That was g. N. Now, you look like a woman with a plan, so what’re we doing?”

She smiled conspiratorially. “Well, since you asked so nicely . . .”

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Janine’s Apartment – Brooklyn

At 6:15 am, Mary Spengler knocked on Janine’s apartment door in much the same obnoxious manner in which she’d knocked on Peter’s. Janine’s response was equally colorful, and her door opening equally brusque. She frowned in annoyance at Mary until she realized who it was. “Mrs. Spengler? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just seeing how you’re doing dear. But it isn’t me you should be asking that. It’s him you should worry about.” She thrust her thumb in Peter’s direction. The psychologist put his foot in the door just in time to stop her from slamming it in their faces. He forced the door open and ran in after her. She tried to shut herself in her bedroom, but he was too fast. Peter had been a running back in college (which explained why he made such good bait on Ghostbusting jobs).

He ducked a swing from Janine and caught her around the middle. He lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Janine let out a scream of pure rage, so Mary gagged her with a piece of duct tape. Her downstairs neighbor banged what sounded like a broom handle on the ceiling and demanded that Janine ‘shut the fuck up’. The feisty redhead continued to screech beneath her gag, but was no longer able to get up a really good volume. The neighbor was clearly pleased. Mary came around to face her. “Oh dear, we’re really sorry about this, but we just couldn’t allow you to say good-bye like this. Don’t blame Peter. This was my idea.” Janine’s eyes widened, then narrowed in anger at the woman who’d become like a surrogate mother. “Well, I’d hoped you wouldn’t be mad at me either, but I see you are. We only came so early because we don’t know where you work or when you leave. Best to get you before your workday. That way, when you don’t show up and get fired, you’ll have no choice but to return to your real job.”

Janine’s eyes widened again and she started to struggle against Peter’s grip on her again. He was much too strong for her, and she found that she couldn’t get away. She resigned herself to beating him on his back. “Ow! Dammit, Janine! Come on, Mrs. S. Let’s get out of here.” Peter walked out of the apartment. Mary grabbed Janine’s keys from her coffee table and locked the door behind her. She and her co-conspirator hummed the Mission: Impossible theme song all the way down the stairs.

Mary had borrowed Lois’s car the night before, dropping her and Alice off before driving home. Peter held Janine steady while Mary tied her hands together and then her feet. He dumped her rather unceremoniously into the back seat of the car before climbing in shotgun. Mary got behind the wheel and drove away.

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The Firehouse . . .

Twenty minutes later, Egon came down the stairs to find his mother and his best friend standing huddled with their heads together by Janine’s desk. “What are you two up to?” They both jumped at the sound of his voicd tud turned as one. They were clearly hiding something by Janine’s desk. “Are you setting a booby trap for Janine’s replacement? Come on, hand over the thumb tacks or whoopee cushion or whatever it is you’ve got.” They looked slightly offended, as if such childish pranks were beneath them.

Theirs was a much more sophisticated tomfoolery.

Egon walked over to them and looked from one to the other. Then he tried to look over their heads to see what they were hiding. Mary pushed him back. “Spookums, really! I didn’t raise you to be rude!”

“You didn’t raise me to be sneaky, either. I see no reason to grant you diplomatic immunity.”

He put his hands between them on each of theims, ms, and pushed them apart.

He never expected what he saw when they were moved aside.

Janine.

Tied up, gagged, and pissed off, but Janine nonetheless. He stared at her in confusion for a while. Then he turned on the would-be kidnappers.

“What is the meaning of this? Mother!” Mary had tried to sneak back to Lois’s car unseen. “Get back here! What is this, Mo?” ?” He heard a muttered curse. He turned in time to see Peter trying to sneak away to his office. The psychologist had stubbed his toe on the swinging half-door behind Janine’s desk. “You! Don’t even dream about it!” Peter flinched and reluctantly came back to stand behind Mary, using her as protection against her son.

“Uh, hi Egon. What’s up?”

There no no telling who looked more furious, Egon or Janine. “Peter, I’m giving you until the count of e toe to tell me why you’ve done this to Janine or I’m getting a proton pack and sending your individual atoms on separate vacations.”

“Uhhh . . . it was her idea.” He ducked lower behind Mary. She turned and frowned at him. She then turned back and smiled up at her son, innocently.

“Spookums . . . sweetheart. We did this for you and Janine, honey. You shouldn’t even be fighting. This is all that Dana girl’s fault.” Peter frowned a bit at that statement. “Just talk to each other. Work this out. If it can’t be saved, it can’t be saved. But if it can, and you don’t even try, you’ll regret it the rest of your lives. You love each other and you know it. I’ll be rooting for you.” She removed Janine’s bonds and gag. “Good luck, dear.” Mary patted Janine on the cheek and then got in Lois’s car and drove away.

Peter watched her go with a mixture of pride and annoyance. Then he turned to his friends. Egon stood with his arms crossed, frowning darkly. Janine glared hatefully at Peter.

If looks could kill, Peter would have been able to bust himself.

“So . . . uh . . . I guess I owe you both an apology.” Neither of their expressions softened. “I mean, I was really wrong ty why what I said to you, Janine. Even if I didn’t want to doubt Dana, it was uncalled for that I was so cruel in confronting you. We’ve been friends a long time, and you deserved better.” Egon was still frowning, but Janine was now looking very perplexed.

“Yeah, Mary said something about Dana, too. What about Dana?”

Peter thought about his last statement for a moment and then mentally kicked himself. He hadn’t meant to implicate Dana. Her lie was unforgivable and he didn’t like the idea of his and Egon’s girlfriends having tension. He sighed. “Well, Dana told me that when she came back home after we were arrested that you and Louis were . . . well, you know.”

Janine’s face was contorted with rage. “No, I don’t know. Tell me,” she snarled.

“Um, she said you guys were making out.”

Janine closed her eyes and took several deep, steadying breaths.

They didn’t help. She let out a primal scream and jumped to her feet, pacing back and forth in front of her desk. “Stupid, lying, FUCKING BITCH!” She got louder on each successive word. Egon looked at Peter, whose face had fallen. It was clear from her reaction that Janine was innocent. Dana had lied.

Egon patted his friend on the shoulder, forgetting his anger. Dana’s treachery must have really hurt him.

Janine stopped her pacing long enough to look at the two men. She walked over to Peter and stood toe to toe with him. She stared into his eyes for a long while. Then she suddenly slapped him. It wasn’t very hard, but it took him off guard. “That’s for calling me a slut.” Then she hugged him tightly. “And that’s for believing in me, even though it meant you’d have to not believe her. I know that couldn’t have been easy.” She squeezed him tight, and Peter couldn’t keep the tears from forming in his eyes. He didn’t think she’d forgive him. When she stepped away from him, her cheeks were also wet with freearsears.

“I’m so sorry, Janine.”

“Yeah. I know.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “You know how much what you said hurt me, right?” Peter bowed his head in shame.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Okay. Please don’t hurt me like that again.” He nodded. Janine mussed his hair, knowing that he hated it. He pushed her hand away as usual, but this time he all all smiles. She turned to Egon. She looked him in the eye too. “I love you, Egon Spengler. I love you with all of my heart and soul, but you’ve shown on two separate occasions now that you don’t trust me. And I can’t be in a relationship where every time you get a bee in your bonnet, you’re gonna accuse me of cheating. I can’t live like that, and I shouldn’t have to.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are. But that’s not good enough.”

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Egon.”

Peter looked at the couple. The sexual tension between them was nearly palpable. They’d never be able to talk with that hanging over them. “Sure there is. Listen, why don’t you two go ‘work out your frustrations’. Go do something . . . um, ‘athletic’. I bet you’ll both feel a lot better afterward.”

Well, Egon didn’t take subtle hints well, so he took Peter literally. He suggested to Janine that they go play a game of racquetball at the health club they both attended. Janine agreed, but with the caveat that she was most likely not going to see him again after that. She said that it had been unfair of her to leave Ellen’s restaurant without saying good-bye.

Janine went upstairs and grabbed her workout gear from Egon’s trunk. While she was changing, Peter looked at Egon like he was nuts. “You know, Spengs, by workout, I meant sex.”

Egon frowned at him. “Our sex life . . .”

“Yes, yes. I know; it’s none of my business. It’s not like I asked for Polaroids, you know? I just made a suggestion. Life always looks better after a good orgasm. Try it after that stupid game.”

“Thank you for the kind and chaste suggestion, Peter. I’ll take it into account.” His sarcastic tone said otherwise.

Peter shrugged. “Suit yourself. But Janine will be much more receptive if you make her squeal a little.”

Egon shook his head amusedly. He was quick to change the subject though. “So, have you talked to Dana about this?”

“Well, I was going to this morning, but she wasn’t there.”

Egon blinked owlishly at his friend. “I’m sorry?”

“I said she wasn’t there. This morning. She left in the middle of the night while I was asleep.”

“Is that normal behavior for her?”

“No, but it isn’t normal behavior for her to lie on a close friend, either.”

Egon frowned. That was definitely true. “Maybe she went home? “No “No. Rosa was really pissed off and called me a little before your mother came over. I had Rosa drop Oscar off at Lois’s house so she could go home to her family.”

Egon’s frown deepened. “That’s highly unusual for Dana. She loves Oscar very much.” He smiled wickedly at Peter. “You, she might desert.” Peter gave Egon the finger. “Charming,” he chuckled. “Well, when you hear from her let me know. I’m very worried about her.”

“Do you think she may be sick or something?”

“Well, maybe. But I think it’s more plausible that she was affected adversely when we were in the museum. Perhaps the prolonged exposure to Vigo and the negative protoplasm has caused a shift in her personality. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time she was possessed. Only time will tell, though.”

Janine descended the pole dressed in jogging pants and a tight fitting exercise top. Egon hurried upstairs to change. While they were alone, Janine sat and chatted with Peter. It was as if nothing had happened. Janine told him she was going to call the cops and report the kidnapping. He said she was just mad that her ransom was a buck-fifty and no one would pay. They fell comfortably back into their usual offensive banter. Life was good.

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An hour later, Janine and Egon were very sweaty and hot inside the racquetball court at the health club. The court was walled in, and complete privacy was afforded to players. The only access to the room was a door in the back that they kept closed to keep the ball in.

Janine had been trouncing Egon at first, but he soon got the hang of the game. His height afforded him an advantage when going after higher rebounds. Plus, he was able to make the ball come back too high for her to reach. “Damn!” She panted after another missed shot, which lost her the game. “I guess that’s what I get for playing a game like this with a physicist.” He smiled and nodded, taking a swig of Gatorade. “I suppose I should just forget about pool.”

“I’d slay you,” he commented absently, grabbing the ball and bouncing it with the racquet.

“Cocky little so-and-so, ain’tcha?” She smiled broadly at him. No matter how this ended up, she would always enjoy his company.

Egatchatched her as she sat on the ground doing stretches. Janine took her athletics seriously, and she always did a warm-up and a cool-down. She had taken gymnastics as a kid and was very limber, a fact that had made their time in the bedroom very entertaining.

When she stretched her legs out in a sideways split then stretched her arms out and grabbed her toes, he nearly dropped his sports drink. “That position defies the laws of physics, you know.”

She laughed out loud, and stopped stretching. She turned to face him, cross-legged. They smiled at each other. This had ended too soon. There was so much left to say. “I guess we should be getting back.”

He stopped smiling. “No.”

“Come on, Egon. You know playing hooky isn’t your style.”

“I have no intention of playing hooky. I simply am not ready to say good-bye.”

Her smile also faded and she looked away. “Egon, we’ve been over this. It will never work. You don’t trust me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. I trust you and I love you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you for it. I love you, Janine Melnitz. Please . . .”

“Egon . . . I can’t . . .”

“Please don’t leave me, Janine.” He sat behind her pulling her into a tight embrace. “I love you. My life has no meaning without you.”

She tried in vain to stop the tears from falling. He turned her head to face him, and kissed her. She sobbed into his mouth, but she didn’t fight him. She turned completely around and sat in his lap. They kissed with a passion that they had never experienced before. In none of their prior intimate moments had either felt this way. They were so close to losing everything.

Egon started to lift her shirt, but she grabbed his hand to stop him. “Egon, we’re in a public place! What if somebody sees us?”

“You’re just being paranoid. No one will see us. The door is locked.” He put his hand under her shirt and felt his way up to fondle her. She sighed in ecstasy. “Damn you, Egon.”

“Now what did I do?”

She laughed. “Damn you for being irresistible.” She kissed him again and pushed her hand into the front of his sweatpants. She grabbed a hold of him, stroking urgently. “I need you,” she whispered.

“I need you, too.” He laid her back onto the floor, lying half on top of her. He lifted her shirt until her breasts were freed. He caressed her soft skin, stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

They were so rapt in each other neither heard the key turn in the lock.

“Ms. Melnitz. Dr. Spengler. Your time is . . . AAAAAHHHHHHH!”

They jumped up and quickly put on and straightened their clothes. “I thought you said it was locked!” Janine hissed.

“It was!” he muttered in reply.

“Uh, listen, Miss . . . um, this was . . . uh . . .”

The club worker had composed herself. “Yeah, I know what it was! You can’t do that here! This is not a motel! Make out somewhere else!” There was a flash of light from the hallway, but they were too mortified to take note of it.

They grabbed their things and brushed past her . . . right into another camera flash. Egon frowned and pushed Janine behind himself. He had the presence of mind to hold his gym bag casually in front of his crotch, as he was sporting a pretty fair-sized erection.

“Take another picture and I’ll be forced to show you how a camera can double as a suppository.”

The photographer took one look at the well-built, six-foot-four physicist’s expression and decided that he had enough pictures. He took off running. It was now the health club worker’s turn to look mortified. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna do that! I mean, we don’t condone what you did, but we certainly don’t want it publicized!” The couple kept walking, not sparing her a second glance.

They left together with their arms around each other. They shared loving kisses all the way back to the firehouse. They were a couple again, and very much in love. When they got back to Ghostbusters Central, Winston, Ray and Peter were waiting for them at Janine’s desk. The couple came through the door in mid-kiss. They were startled by their friends’ voices.

“Are you two okay now?” Ray asked impatiently.

“Yes.” Janine beamed.

“You guys sure?” Winston asked in concern.

“We’re certain, Winston,” Egon assured his friend.

“Good,” Peter smiled. “Now back to work, woman!” Janine pulled a face at him then walked upstairs to take a shower. Egon looked at his friends, looked up the stairs, then down at himself. He gave his three colleagues a very pointed grin.

“Oh well. Why keep up pretence?” He raced up the stairs after her ready to share a shower and continue where they’d left off.

Egon and Janine were together again. There would be no break up. That was fortunate too, because the photographer from the health club worked for the New York Post. He’d been doing a publicity shoot of a teen pop star with a thing for handball, and he’d lucked onto an even bigger news story. Scandal was always better than human-interest pieces.

There were a series of pictures of Janine and Egon in the morning edition under the headline ‘GHOSTBUSTER AND SECRETARY EJECTED FROM HEALTH CLUB FOR INDECENT EXPOSURE AND LEWD CONDUCT’ .

Well, so much for privacy. There were pictures of them righting their clothing, emerging from the court in disarray, Egon threatening the photographer, and a bunch of photos taken after they left the club, indulging in countless lip locks. Peter laughed himself silly. “Looks like you took my advice after all!” Egon frowned at him and Janine rolled her eyes. They looked at each other and sighed in defeat.

Peter was going to be a royal pain in the ass for weeks.
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