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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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Ghostbusters Central – Late afternoon

“SLIMER! I’ll make you sorry you did that, you little klepto!”

It was the third time that week that the spud had nabbed her lunch, and not the first time he stole it right out of her hands. She was seriously considering putting him into the containment unit. She used her napkin to wipe most of the slime from her fingers, which were only recently holding half a cheeseburger.

Janine Melnitz, the beautiful Brooklynite who typically kept the Big Apple’s Ghostbusters in line, had lost her last ounce of patience. She favored Slimer with a litany of vulgarities. It wases les like this that she was grateful that she got her true voice and accent back when the Makeoveris lotsabucks was defeated. It was so much more intimidating than the sweet, sugary midwestern tones she’d wished for, thinking (mistakenly) that Egon would like that better than her real voice.

She went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She happened to glance up at her reflection in the mirror. She cocked her head to one side and examined herself carefully. Her voice might have been restored to her, but she still looked as she did when her ‘fairy godmother’ bit the dust the previous summer, leaving Janine with amazing supernatural powers.

She stared at the ‘new Janine’ with a mixture of satisfaction and sadness. It’s how she’d always wanted to look, but it didn’t look like ‘her’. The bitter irony was that now thanks to a certain loving, blond physicist, she was no longer encumbered with feelings of inadequacy. She finally appreciated who she really was. The only problem was that she wasn’t who she really was anymore. The tall, gorgeous, porcelain-skinned woman in the mirror really felt like a stranger to her every now and then.

She sighed. “Sometimes I really miss me.”

As she returned from washing the gunk from her hands, the front door opened. A very pregnant woman walked slowly towards her. She was briefly struck by how much the woman resembled her as she currently was.

“Hello, may I help you?”

“Yes, I believe so. You’re Janine Melnitz, right?”

“Yeah . . . who wants to know?”

“My name is Jessica Rhea. I’m portporter for WGPN News in . . .”

“You can stop right there, lady. No comment.”

“Pardon?”

“What are you, deaf? I said no comment! We have nothing to say about what happened on New Year’s Eve! And you should be ashamed of yourself! You damned reporters have portrayed the guys in a terrible light! And you haven’t given poor Dana and Oscar a moment’s peace, so you can just take your interview and cram it in your . . .”

“Please! Wait! I’m sorry Ms. Melnitz, but I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. You don’t know anything about the whole incident that happened over the holidays, right?”

“Well of course I know about that; it’s why I’m here. I just don’t understand what you mean about the ‘damned reporters’. What reporters? And for that matter who are Dana and Oscar?”

“You know who they are!”

“No, I don’t have a clue. I live too far away to know any details. I just flew in today to ask if you all would like to be interviewed. All I know right now is that something happened concerning the Statue of Liberty and some haunted painting. I also know that your company has refused to speak to the press, but our station doesn’t understand why. Dr. Venkman has never seemed to shy away from reporters before, so naturally we’re curious.”

Janine’s mouth quirked into a smile. That was certainly true. “I don’t know . . . ”

“Look, I just came to try to get their story in their own words. If they’re interested, they can contact me at my hotel. Here’s the information. If not, I would appreciate a courtesy call so I don’t run up too much of an expense account.” She winked at the other woman. “And I promise, one redhead who loves tall blondes to another, I’m on the level.”

Janine smirked. The events of New Year’s Eve might have been hush-hush, but her relationship with Egon was certainly common knowledge, especially after their interlude on the racquetball court. Janine studied Jessica’s face for a moment. Her bullshit detector wasn’t humming, and the other woman might not be out for blood if she really was from out-of-state. She decided to take her at face value . . . for now.

“Okay. I’ll let them know, and if they’re interested, they’ll call you. If not, I’ll let you know myself.” She wasn’t about to let some sneaky reporter use their phone call declining an interview to make up a phony story about them later.

“Thank you Ms. Melnitz. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome Ms. Rhea.” She eyed the other woman’s pregnant form. “Or is it Mrs. something?”

“It is. Mrs. Jake Kong.” Janine’s jaw dropped open. She certainly knew the name. “I just kept my maiden name professionally. And by all means, call me Jessica,” she added, extending her hand companionably.

“Janine then.” The two women smiled and exchanged a handshake. With that Jessica took her leave.

About an hour later, Ecto-1 pulled into the garage. It was covered in ectoplasm. When the guys got out of the car, Janine noticed that Peter’s entire pelvis was also coated with slime. Ray hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran over to Janine excitedly. Peter trudged toward the stairs in a wide-legged stumble that would’ve done the Duke proud. He looked thoroughly pissed, and Winston and Egon ld lid like they were going to burst with trying to contain their laughter. Janine braced herself. ‘This is gonna be good,’ she thought.

“Janine! You’ll never guess what happened!”

“You’re right, Ray, I’ll never guess. So what happened already?”

“A class 6 free-roaming phantasm ate Peter’s jockey shorts!”

“A what did WHAT?!?”

“A ghost ate my lucky drawers and I’d appreciate it if that were the last time it was mentioned!”

“Aww but Peter, it was great!” Ray complained.

“Yeah Pete,” Winston added. “It sure was great.” Unable to contain it anymore, he broke down into fits of laughter.

“Funny, Zed. Laugh it up.” Peter suspiciously eyed the twitching corners of Egon’s mouth. “Well, Spengs. Go on. Why don’t you add your flames to the fire under poor Uncle Petey?”

Egon gave his friend his best ‘injured’ expression. “Peter! I’m hurt. I just think it’s a fascinating occurrence. I was not aware that a supernatural entity could devour a man’s undergarments while he was still wearing them.” Peter stiffened a bit. “Besides, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you walk this way.” At this point Egon lost control, and joined Winston in a roar of laughter at Peter’s expense.

Janine laughed too then added, “Some lucky drawers!”

Peter glared at each of them, then started carefully up the stairs. Since climbing stairs made his new gait even more prominent, even Ray was laughing at this point. Peter glared at his co-workers. “I hate you all,” he stated plainly before disappearing upstairs. Winston grabbed the traps and proceeded downstairs to load them into the containment unit.

Egon’s last statement had given Janine a wicked idea. She started rummaging through her desk, until she found the desired Aerosmith cassette. She put her headphones on and fast-forwarded the tape to the desired song. Ray and Egon exchanged puzzled glances then shrugged. Egon dropped the billing slips on Janine’s desk. She removed her headphones and unplugged them from her cassette player.

“Did everything go okay otherwise, Egon?”

“Certainly.”

“Good.” She gave him a loving smile, which he returned, before turning to go upstairs to fetch some unpronounceable gadget from the lab for their next job. “Oh wait! Hang on you guys. There was a reporter here about an hour ago.”

Egon frowned. “We’re not interested, Janine. You know that.”

“Yeah I know, but this one might be on our side. She says she just wants to give you guys a chance to tell your side of things.”

Peter stalked down the stairs in his favorite sweats then headed for his locker to get a clean jumpsuit. “Oh sure, Janine. Every reporter in New York’s been promising the same thing, all the while dragging Dana’s good name through the mud. You didn’t used to be the gullible type,” he smirked.

Instead of gouging him with a verbal barb, she turned on her radio at full volume. Steven Tyler’s vocals rang out loud and clear over Joe Perry’s guitar.

“Walk this way! And talk this way! Walk this way! And talk this way! Just gimme a kiss!”

Egon and Ray cracked up, and Winston’s laughter could be heard echoing up the stairs as he returned from the basement. Peter tried not to laugh, but that was a good one. Janine snickered and turned the music off.

“Regarding the reporter Peter, she’s not from New York. She says that she doesn’t know anything about what the local news is doing and I believe her. She says that she’s only been sent by her station to find out what happened to the Statue of Liberty and the painting of Vigo. She was warned that we aren’t talking to the press, but she doesn’t know why. She didn’t even know who Dana was.”

“Why should we believe her?”

“Because she’s a Ghostbuster sympathizer.”

“How do you know that?”

“She’s married to one.”

The guys all frowned in confusion. “None of us are married yet Janine,” Peter mocked sarcastically. He walked over and felt her head. “Are you trying to get medical leave by pretending to be nuts?”

She swatted his hand away. “No, Venkman, are you trying to get medical leave by pretending to be stupid? You know, you guys aren’t the only Ghostbusters on the planet.”

Egon nodded. “Certainly not. There are several paranormalists around the world.”

“I didn’t say paranormalists, Egon. I said Ghostbusters.”

Peter looked even more skeptical. “You mean those other guys? The ones who work with the monkey?”

“The same.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, I think they’re scam artists.” He headed back to his locker.

“Oh no, Peter,” Ray intervened. “Their dematerializer works sort of like our atomic destabilizer on big ghosts and demons, and like our dimensional portal on small to medium ghosts. Egon and I finally met them at a paranormal studies convention last summer.”

“Yes, Eddie Spenser, Jr. and Jake Kong, Jr.”

“Yeah, well, if you can’t put ‘em away for good, then you’re not a real Ghostbuster.”

“And if you don’t have a containmenit, it, there’s nothing to explode,” Janmumbmumbled under her breath. This earned her a frown from all four guys. She smirked and turned her attentions to the billing slips.

“From what Jake told us,” Egon interjected. “They’ve almost perfected the dematerializer to imprison spirits in an alternate dimension permanently.”

“Since then we’ve kept in touch, mostly just exchanging ideas,” Ray added. “Eddie’s really down-to-earth, and golly, Jake’s just a brilliant paranormalist.”

“Raymond is correct. When we were in graduate school, their fathers came to MIT to give a lecture on Ghostbusting. They inspired us to start looking into new ways to bust ghosts. When we started our business, Raymond called them and asked if we could call ourselves Ghostbusters as an homage.”

“They were really nice. They said it was okay with them if it was okay with their sons, because they’d be inheriting the business soon. Jake and Eddie said it was fine, and wished us well.”

“I’ve read about them,” Winston added. “They seem to be on the up and up. The gorilla’s a bit of a weird touch, but no weirder than Slimer, I suppose.”

Peter smiled. Slimer definitely raised a eye eyebrows. One reporter had stated that having Slimer as a ‘pet ghost’ was like an exterminator keeping a pet cockroach. Number one, Peter hated the very mention of cockroaches. Number two, Slimer might be a pest, but he wasn’t vermin. Number three, he was tired of being referred to as a glorified exterminator. So he told the guy to e hie his interview where the sun don’t shine and offered his foot to help him get it up there. It was worth the bad publicity just to see the look on the jerk’s face.

“Well, where do we contact her?” he asked Janine.

“She’s staying at the Waldorf Astoria. Here’s the number, Egon.”

Winston gave an impressed whistle. “The Waldorf, huh? Her station must really love her.”

“I don’t doubt it. It seems, gentlemen, that Jessica Rhea is the reporter who wishes to interview us.” Egon held up the slip of paper for his friends to inspect. “In light of her pro-Ghostbuster journalistic endeavors, I believe it would behoove us to ascertain her intent.”

“Come again, m’man?”

Ray translated the Egon-ese for everyone else. “We should hear her out ‘cause she may be able to defuse some of the press tension for us. I think Egon’s right. She’s got a lot of respect in broadcast news circles since she won that Pulitzer. She may be able to help salvage our reputations so we don’t end up going out of business again. And it’s a good thing too. I can’t handle any more birthday parties with those spoiled little uptown brats.” He shuddered.

Peter nodded in sympathy, remembering his very painful, very short-lived cable-access show, World of the Psychic. “Well, if that’s how everyone else feels . . . Winston?”

“It’s cool with me, Pete.”

“Then it’s unanimous. We’ll see what she wants, and if we don’t like it, we bail, agreed?”

“Agreed,” they all responded in unison.

“Great. Well, we got two more jobs before beddy-by, so let’s hustle, people!”
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