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Birth and Rebirth	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 1824 -:- 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-PROLOGUE
- 2-PART 1
- 3-PART 2
- 4-PART 3
- 5-PART 4
- 6-PART 5
- 7-PART 6
- 8-PART 7
- 9-PART 8
- 10-PART 9
- 11-PART 10
- 12-PART 11
- 13-PART 12
- 14-PART 13
- 15-PART 14
- 16-PART 15
- 17-PART 16
- 18-PART 17
- 19-PART 18
- 20-PART 19
- 21-PART 20
- 22-PART 21
- 23-PART 22
- 24-PART 23
- 25-PART 24
- 26-PART 25
- 27-PART 26
- 28-PART 27
- 29-PART 28
- 30-PART 29
- 31-PART 30
- 32-EPILOGUE
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Two days later . . .

It was almost a week after the interview was taped until an appropriate call (according to Jake) came in for Jessica and Tom to go on.

The Waldorf was a little out of the way, but no one minded having to backtrack. Peter had Janine sew new nametags onto the uniforms that Egon and Ray loaned Jake and Eddie. They now read ‘Kong’ and ‘Spenser’, respectively. Jand End Eddie were already suited up when Ecto pulled up to the curb in front of them. Two extra proton packs were stored in the back. Tom’s portable camera was pretty small, but it was still a bit of a squeeze to fit the three men and Jessica into the remodeled ambulance with all the extra equipment.

The call was from an old textile factory in the Garment District. “You are to stay out of harm’s way, understood?” Jake warned Jessica once more after strapping on the proton pack. She was lounging comfortably in the “shotgun” seat of the now empty Ecto-1.

“Yes mother,” she answered. He started to scold her for her lack of seriousness, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her level. “I promise.” She kissed him deeply, which earned a few whistles and catcalls from the other Ghostbusters. She chuckled and let him straighten up. “Children! I’m not getting paid enough to baby-sit.” She caressed his left hand with her own, briefly brushing her wedding set across the gold band on his third finger. She winked and told him, “Go on. Have fun. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

Unsmiling, he stroked her cheek. He was once again hit with a brief but powerful feeling of uneasiness about the whole situation, but he decided to dismiss it. She would only make fun of him again, and he was likely just being obsessive again. He leaned in to kiss her again, ignoring immaimmature colleagues, and then locked and closed the car door.

The six Ghostbusters entered the factory fully strapped, with Tom following at a discreet distance. Thostbostbusters crept carefully around the darkened main floor of the factory. A little sunlight was able to filter in through the painted, peeling windows, but not much. The Ghostbusters’ proton rifles were equipped with flashlights, and Tom’s camera light illuminated their surroundings as well.

A rat ran over Tom’s feet, eliciting a girlish shriek from deep in his chest. The six paranormalists trained their lights on him, but when they saw what had him so upset, they all frowned at him in a way that said he had better not do that again.

The next few moments all happened in a blur. A bright red ghost materialized in front of them then swooped over their heads to pass through the ceiling. Eddie fired at it, too soon to be stopped by the warning yells of his compatriots. Dematerializers were harmless to anything but ghosts, unlike proton accelerators. The splintered chunks of ceiling collapsed in towards them, and they all narrowly escaped. Eddie blushed in shame at the disgusted looks from the three PhDs. Winston gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. It wasn’t easy being the new guy, as he knew all too well. The ghost suddenly reappeared. They all fired on it, but the beams just passed through it harmlessly. “Fascinating,” Egon whispered. “I suggest we pursue it from multiple directions!” he yelled to the others.

“Eddie and I will take the high road,” Winston volunteered, steering Eddie up the stairs.

Peter suggested that Jake come with him to look in the offices at the back of the ground floor. The meter masters, Ray and Egon, stayed in the main room with Tom. For his part, Tom cowered under a table with his camera aimed at the remaining Ghostbusters.

There was silence for a while.

Then proton fire could be heard in the back offices, followed shortly by an answering blast from upstairs. The ghost then barreled through the wall toward the waiting scientists, tailed by the other four men. They all converged on the ghost, firing from every direction, but their streams just passed through the specter again to hit the other streams.

The crossing of six proton streams caused an explosion that leveled the roof. The six men dove for cover, just barelcapicaping the falling debris. When the dust settled, they tentatively made their way out of hiding, coughing and brushing sawdust off their clothes. The ghost appeared out of thin air, hovering above them, laughing hysterically. Then just as suddenly, it began to flicker, and disappeared from view with an electrical fizzle.

“A fucking prank!” Peter exclaimed. “I’m so sick of these stupid bullshit calls!” He kicked at the fallen ceiling beams for effect. Several of the wood planks splintered and fell apart, revealing a sophisticated projection device. It must have been attached to the ceiling, probably hidden under a panel.

“This is state of the art.” Ray was impressed more than he was annoyed, as was his way. His three co-workers couldn’t say the same. They were painfully aware of Tom, who was taping everything. “Wow! That hologram was really top notch!”

“Ray, that hologram just made us look like fools, on camera!”

Winston sighed. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Aww come on you guys,” Ray chided. “Jessica wouldn’t use that footage for rer report, would she Jake?”

“Hmm?” Jake looked decidedly distracted. He’d wandered away from the others. His eyes scanning the room, he squinted in deep concentration.

“He asked you if your wife would publicly humiliate us!” Peter replied testily.

“Of course not,” Jake tossed over his shoulder, never breaking from his careful surveillance of the room. “By the way, there really is something here. Something big.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “No, there isn’t.”

Jake didn’t acknowledge Peter’s condescending tone when he replied. “Yes there is. I haven’t pinpointed it yet, but my nose is twitching like crazy.” Ray and Egon exchanged a knowing glance. They each whipped out their PKE meters.

Peter didn’t attempt to hold back his laughter. “Your nose is twitching? Oh well, let’s call out the National Guard!”

“Peter!” Ray reprimanded. “Don’t be rude!”

“It’s okay, Ray,” Jake interjected. “I know how it sounds.”

Egon carefully read his PKE meter, joining Jake in his search. “Jake and his father exhibit a unique hypersensitive reaction when exposed to ectoplasmic materials, Peter. It causes their noses to twitch. Clearly an inherited trait, and very useful to a Ghostbuster who has no PKE meter.” He took a few readings, and found the highest reading toward the door leading outside. Jake had zeroed in on the same location and was already running for the door. “It’s outside! Jessica’s in danger!”

Peter flushed. “Oh God. I swore on my mother’s grave she’d be safe.” He took off after Jake, overtaking him and rushing through the door into the afternoon sunlight. He shielded his eyes against the change in illumination, then his arm dropped uselessly to his side. The others caught up to him, and froze at the sight. Tom shakily turned off his camera.

The street was deserted.

Not a soul was in sight.

No one was around to tell them what had happened.

Ecto-1 had been horribly demolished. The doors had been ripped from the hinges and tossed aside like so much rubbish. Several large dents could be seen in the hood and the roof of the car, as if something had tried to crush it.

The glare from the sun on the windows prevented the men from seeing if Jessica was all right, but none of them felt overly optimistic. Eddie felt rooted to the spot, unable to will his feet to move. Winston stared at his boots guiltily. Ray wrung his hands nervously. Jake walked on wobbly legs toward the devastated vehicle, with Peter Ego Egon close behind. Peter was sweating profusely, and Egon continued to take PKE readings, his hands shaking uncontrollably. They looked into the car, and breathed a collective sigh of relief. Jessica was gone and there wasn’t a single drop of blood.

Jake collapsed against the car, his legs no longer able to support him. Peter helped him to his feet. Their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity. Finally, Peter turned his head in shame from Jake’s accusatory glare. He already blamed himself. Knowing that Jake blamed him too was more than he could stand. He recalled mocking him a moment before, and felt sickness rise in his throat. He choked it back, and released his hold on Jake. Egon gave the psychologist’s shoulder a gentle squeeze of reassurance, but without looking up from his meter.

Eddie regained movement in his legs, and slowly meandered over to the car, followed by Ray and Winston. Egon then turned off his meter and sighed tiredly. He turned to face Jake and relayed his findings. “I’ve only seen readings like these once before. I’m so sorry, Jake. She’s been taken by the spawn of Cthulhu, and I have no idea where they’ve gone.”
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