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Birthday Beginnings	By : megabsupreme Category: +G through L > Ghostbusters (Filmation) > Ghostbusters (Filmation) Views: 2492 -:- 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-EPILOGUE
- 6
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They sipped from their mugs in an uncomfortable silence, letting the caffeine take effect. They stole occasional glances at each other, quickly looking away when making eye contact.

‘Damn! This is not how I thought this morning was gonna go,’ he thought in frustration. ‘We should be in bed right now!’

‘Dammit! I can’t believe I slept with him,’ she thought in self-disgust. ‘He must think I’m a complete slut!’

After several pensive minutes, the wordlessness became too oppressive for Jessica. “Okay, I’m fully caffeinated now,” she declared, putting her mug down a little too noisily on the table. “I know I’m probably gonna piss you off again with this question, but I don’t know how else to ask it. What exactly happened last night?”

“We slept together,” he responded absently, startled out of his thoughts by her sudden outburst.

She rolled her eyes and responded rudely, “No! Really? I meant what led up to it, genius?”

He thought better of himself this time and began again. “Well, we went out to dinner . . .”

“I remember that part. What happened later?” she demanded impatiently.

His brow furrowed at the second interruption. “If you remember so fucking well, why don’t you tell it?” he fumed.

Her eyes grew wide with mortification, and she flinched. She quickly looked away from him, ashamed of herself again, this time for her harsh words. The tears stung the backs of her eyes and sl sta started sliding down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered miserably.

He mentally kicked himself for causing her to cry. “No I’m sorry. Please don’t cry, Jess. I didn’t mean it.” He pulled her out of her chair and onto his lap, cradling her against him. She sobbed in exhausted frustration for about a minute then just sat with her head on his shoulder. She finally turned teary eyes to face him, giving him an embarrassed smile. “Does that mean you forgive me?” he asked hopefully, while gently wiping the tears from her face.

“Yes. I’m just a little drained. It’s okay. I’m sorry, and I promise, no more interruptions.”

Jake nodded, continuing to stroke the soft skin of her cheek. Her smile widened and his gaze drifted down to her lips. He slid his fingers down to her chin, and then traced the outline of her mouth with his thumb. He gently cupped her face in both his hands and kissed her. It was meant to be a soft peck to make her feel more at ease, but when she moaned and parted her lips; he couldn’t refrain from deepening the kiss. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and she tasted like cream and sugar. They were totally immersed in their passion for a few minutes, when Jake attempted to loosen the knotted belt of her robe. Jessica broke the kiss abruptly and swatted his hand away. The look of sheer terror she gave him would have probably been comical if he hadn’t been so hurt by it.

“I’m sorry! I just want to stay focused!” she exclaimed. That was only partially true. Although she did want her questions answered, her panicked retreat was not about focus. She was shocked by how much havoc a simple kiss had played on her senses. It was more than a little scary.

Jake’s features softened, and he sighed wearily. She really must have hated that they’d made love. At least she hadn’t gotten up off his lap. “Look, why don’t you just tell me what you remember and I’ll fill you in from there.” She nodded and began to relay what she recalled.

“Okay,” she started. “The first thing I remember after dinner was going into that nightclub . . . um . . . jeez, I can’t even remember what it’s called.” She looked flustered.

“Spirits,” he supplied. “You thought it was funny. Double meaning and all.”

“Right. Spirits. I made a joke about spooks and booze, right? I remember now.” He nodded for her to continue. “Well, I remember going in, ordering margaritas, and talking for a little bit, and . . . umm . . . well, that’s about it, I guess.”

His eyes grew wide in surprise. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” she replied sheepishly, lowering her eyes. “Pretty bad, huh?”

“I’ll say! You really can’t tolerate alcohol, can you?” he teased. “From now on, you’re the designated driver!” Her eyes shot up to find him on the verge of laughter.

She frowned. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious.” His expression said otherwise. “Did you know you were such a lightweight when you agreed to ‘ply me with alcohol’? Not the best plan, Ms. Rhea.” He fell into a fit of laughter.

“Oh we’re just a million goddamn laughs this morning, aren’t we Mr. Kong?” she giggled.

He smiled at her mock annoyance, comforted that they hadn’t completely lost their easy rapport. He cleared his throat and took a gulp of coffee before filling her in on the previous night. “Okay, since you obviously remember nothing of the second half of our date, allow me to indulge you. Do you remember dinner?”

“Vaguely.”

“Do you remember having two glasses of Merlot with dinner?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s what you had. Those were the first of many alcoholic beverages. When we left the restaurant, I suggested that we go out for a few more drinks.”

“Yeah, I remember that, Mr. Ply-me-with-alcohol-I-ordered-the-lobster.”

“Do you wanna hear what happened or not?” Jake laughed. “So you said there was this place you wanted to check out. You didn’t know what kind of club it was; you just thought the name would call out to any Ghoster ter when you drove past it last week. So we hailed a cab to Spirits, which turned out to be a blues club. We went in and ordered margaritas, as you remembered. What you didn’t remember was that it was only the first of four rounds.” Her eyes widened. “Then we talked for a while. Round two was tequila shots, and round three was Bloody Mary’s”

“Did we dance?” she asked when he paused to drink some coffee.

“No. Wasn’t that kind of club. Mostly a sit, drink, and listen to blues club. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing. My legs just hurt kinda bad this morning.”

He smirked. “I’ll bet they did,” he replied seductively. Color flooded into her cheeks, and he chuckled before continuing his recount. “The fourth round of drinks is the one that did us both in . . .” He stared off in silent contemplation, smiling at the memory. She grew impatient, rolling her eyes.

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense! What’d we order?”

“The ‘John Lee Hooker’,” he stated with reverence.

She blinked rapidly a few times, clearly confused. “We ordered a dead blues musician?”

He laughed. “No, smartass. It’s the house specialty at Spirits. It’s actually three drinks altogether, and it’s named after one of Hooker’s songs: one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer. Messed you up, too! I have to take some of the blame though. I dared you. And I wish to God I hadn’t. This headache sucks!”

“So, what did we talk about?” It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself, and she winced at having interrupted him again. She looked into his eyes expecting to find annoyance. Instead she found amusement.

“Always the investigative reporter,” he quipped. “We talked about a lot of stuff. Work, our plans for the future, our families, Madame Y, Eddie, Tracey, Futura.” Jessica’s smile faltered a bit at the mention of their scantily clad, time-traveling friend.

“What about her?”

He looked at her in puzzlement. “I don’t follow.”

“Futura. What did we say about Futura?”

“Oh. I don’t know. I think you asked me if I’d seen her lately.” He could see where this was going again, and he was set to enjoy her jealousy while it lasted. Careful not to smile, he waited.

And waited.

She grew impatient again. “And . . .” she demanded tes.
.

“And what?” he asked with feigned innocence.

She sucked her teeth at him. “And when is the last time you saw her?”

He made a big to-do of thinking about it carefully. “Maybe . . . four, five months ago.” Her frown quickly changed into a look of genuine surprise. That was a pretty long time.

“Really?” she whispered in astonishment.

“Sure. She’s been pretty busy. Plus Eddie and I haven’t had time for a visit.”

“You could just visit her alone,” she remarked quietly, averting her eyes.

“Why start now?” She looked at him hopefully, and then rolled her eyes at the look of unadulterated male ego that was plastered across his face. He laughed at loud when he saw her dark blues squinted in annoyance. “Fine. You’re a god, happy?” she stated sarcastically. “Can I help it if I’m a little jealous of your ex-girlfriends?”

He looked at her in surprise. She hadn’t mentioned that before. “Ex-girlfriend? Futura? Is that what you think? Jess, she was never my girlfriend.”

“Well, you’ve kissed her before. More than a few times so I hear.”

He smiled and thought, ‘Eddie has a big mouth.’ “Look, I’ll admit that when we first met, we did fool around a bit, but that was a while ago and it never got serious. What you and I have was built slowly, so it’s got a stronger foundation. I never had any actual emotional ties to her.”

“Oh that’s alright. Sexual ties are enough,” she muttered huffily under her breath. He couldn’t hear what she said, but he could tell by her stiff posture that she was definitely still pissed. He couldn’t have been happier. Maybe he wasn’t wrong last night after all. Today, jealousy was a good thing! Still, he knew he shouldn’t encourage it.

“Jessica. Look, as my feelings for you grew, I didn’t want her anymore. Hell, if I thought I had even a remote chance with you at the time, I wouldn’t have pursued her at all. There’s nothing going on between us now. We’ve never even been on a date.” She looked at him even harder at that little admission, clearly not believing a word of it, but he remained undaunted. “Can you honestly say that you’ve seen signs of a meaningful relationship between her and me? One as strong as yours and mine was even before last night?”

“No, but it doesn’t take a very deep relationship to be involved with someone in other ways.” The implication of a purely physical relationship was unmistakable. He smiled, finally understanding her ire.

“That may be, but other than an occasional peck on the cheek, I never touched her.”

“Never on the lips?”

“Nope.”

“And no sex, not even once?”

“Not a once.”

“No chance of that happening in the future?”

“Never. The only thing I admire about her now is her skill as a Ghostbuster. Nothing more.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“You’re very beautiful.”

“She’s so exotic.”

“A little too exotic. She’s at a higher stage of evolution, Jess. I don’t even know if we could procreate. Besides, I don’t think she’d want that, even if we could. She just wants to have fun. Eventually I’ll want to settle down. How could I do that with someone who just wants to fuck? Not to mention that she lives 1,000 years in the future. Talk about long distance! Another country is one thing, but another millennium is a bit much, even for me.”

She was barely listening to him now. Jealousy had turned to misery, and her self-induced misery was just too much for her to handle with an open mind. “She’s always so . . . underdressed.”

He had to laugh at that one. “You’re a fine one to talk.” He looked pointedly down at her garb.

She looked down at her own attire and grinned. Leave it to Jake to bring a smile back to her face. “Yeah, but I’m not dressed like this everyday.”

“Well, that’s good. Sometimes what you don’t show is more appealing than what you do.”

She smiled a little at the compliment, but she continued along the same line of reasoning anyway. “You two are so close.”

“Not as close as you and I are. You’ve been there for so many important events in my life. You were there when my grandfather became an American citizen. You helped me to work through my issues with the Headless Horseman ghost that ruined my mom’s grandfather. You even came with me to rescue my dad’s grandfather Marshall Clint, despite the fact that my lycanthropy. I could have turned into a werewolf and killed you, Jess! You’re more than just supportive offamifamily, Jessica. You are family.”

“And she’s not?”

“Well . . . yeah, but it’s different. She’s just not around the way you are.”

“So what you’re saying is that you only prefer my company because I happen to live in the same century.”

“No! My God, do women take courses in twisting men’s words around or what?” Frustrated, he raked his hand through his hair. “I’m saying that you’re just as busy as she is, being a TV personality and all, but you still find time for me.”

“Well, I guess, but she’s a Ghostbuster, so there’s that camaraderie thing. She’s helped you guys so many times.”

“What are you, her talent agent? So have you, and you’re not a Ghostbuster. I think that’s more impressive. We all appreciate your help. You’ve saved our collective asses on multiple occasions, without sorcery and with little knowledge of the paranormal. Remember when we were frozen in stone in China a few months ago? You were the hero of the hour. Even Futura says so. And for the record, that’s the last time I saw her.”

“Well, you’ve saved my life more times than I can count,” she said, embarrassed by his praise. “There’s never been a time that I’ve needed you guys that you didn’t come to my rescue. Remember this winter when I was traveling to Oslo for the Global Peace Prize ceremony? I was so scared until you guys arrived.”

He smiled fondly, remembering the gentle kiss she’d given him, telling him she was glad he’d come. Eddie still teased him that he had received no such kiss. “See how good we are together?” His smile broadened as her cheeks pinked again.

She looked at him seriously. “Eddie says you still flirt with her sometimes.”

‘Oh boy, again with this shit.’ “Jessie, I’m a man! Anyway, I flirt with you right in front of her face!”

“And now you’ve slept with me so I think my suspicions about your flirtation are justified!”

He gaped at her in disbelief, and then started laughing. She tried to remain stern, but his laughter was contagious. “I find no humor in this,” she remarked, coughing to cover her own chuckles.

“I thought you liked her.” His next statement was full of playful accusation. “She likes you.”

“I never said I didn’t like her. She’s very sweet and she’s genuinely fond of all of us.”

“Then the problem is . . .?

“Well, I just wonder hony ony other women you’ve let ply you with alcohol, lobster-boy!”

This resulted in Jake doubling over with laughter, which upset Jessica’s precarious position on his lap. She almost fell to the floor, but he caught her deftly, and resituated her in his embrace. ‘He’s always there to catch me when I fall,’ she thought with affection. Then a recent memory came to her mind, and she smiled devilishly at the chance to wipe that smug grin off his face.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?” He was wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

“Do you remember when Prime Evil kidnapped Eddie?”

Jake’s smile faded a little. “Yes, I remember.” That was still a difficult incident to talk about. Not only had his best friend been taken away for a while but he’d nearly lost Jessica forever.

She noted his somber tone, but pressed on anyway. “Do you remember when I fell from GB?”

His smile was gone, replaced by a very serious look. “How could I forget?” he answered hoarsely. He swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat. She didn’t notice.

“Well, could you tell me again how I was rescued? I fainted while falling, and I can only remember waking up in GB’s backseat.”

Jake actually had the nerve to blush. She smiled innocently as her trap was sprung.

He hated lying, but she was already interrogating him about last night. He couldn’t deal with having to make up another excuse for his uncontrolled lust, especially since her sobriety had brought into question whether she really wanted what they had shared last night. “Uh, Tracey’s a great pilot.”

“Really? Because when I spoke to GB he said that he could have never dove fast enough to catch me. In fact, he said that the only thing in you guys’ possession that could have moved fast enough to overtake me was one of the jet-packs you strap on your backs.”

‘Dammit!’ he thought. ‘That crotchety old jalopy talks too much!’ He tried to look nonchalant. “GB’s old. He’s getting senile.” He kept his voice mild and unaffected.

“Maybe.” Jake relaxed a bit. “Of course, that still doesn’t explahy Ihy I had that vision of a really cute guy kissing me.”

“You thought I was cute?” he asked with a slightly conceited smile, flagrantly taking the bait.

“Ah ha! Betrayed by your own male ego!” she laughed.

Jake flushed. He had walked right into that one. “I mean . . .”

“Yeah, I know what you meant,” she smirked at him. Jake ran his fingers through his hair and averted his eyes in chagrin. “Oh come on,” she joked. “I know you’re not ashamed of kissing me a little when we just spent the night having drunken intercourse.”

He smiled ruefully at her. “Listen Jessica, I swear I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you when you fell. It’s just that I’d been terrified that I wouldn’t be able to catch you. I was so thankful when you were alright, and you were so beautiful . . .”

She nodded and ended his rambling with a soft kiss. “It’s okay, Jake. I was glad to be alive, and would have cheerfully participated if I’d been awake when you started to kiss me.”

“I thought you were awake for some of it.”

“Oh, I was,” she said, winking suggestively. “So the real question is why’d you lie about it?"

His light blue eyes took on a far away gaze. He sighed, and gathered his courage about himself. ‘No more lies,’ he thought. “I guess I thought maybe you’d be pissed at me. Sort of how you’ve been pissed off this morning about last night.” He bro the them back to the topic at hand, unsure, but happy to end the deceit.

“Oh.” She sighed deeply and placed her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look her straight in the eye. “Look, I know you didn’ke ake advantage of me, last year or last night. And I’m not pissed. Just tired and confused. If I’m pissed at all, it’s at myself for being such a slut.”

“What! You are not a slut! I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what we did!”

“But now you do think it was wrong?”

“Not exactly.” He studied her for a moment, looking for something specific in her face. “Iust ust wondering if maybe you were more smashed than I thought last night and you didn’t really want me to stay. The last thing I wanted to see on your face this morning was regret.”

Her eyes shone with fresh tears. “Oh Jake, I don’t regret anything. I just didn’t want to lose what we already have. An affair has no guarantees. If things don’t work out between us, I would be losing one of my cst ast and dearest friends. I’d rather have your friendship than not have you in my life at all. I don’t have a lot of friends at work, Jake. My family lives so far away except for my brother and sister-in-law. They let me spend a lot of time with Corky, but it’s just not enough. And then Uncle John . . .” Her tears finally spilled over at the thought of her beloved uncle. “Well, he’s gone now and I miss him so much.”

Jake’s heart ached for her loss. Although John Guardian wasn’t dead (or so they hoped), they knew he was lost to her forever. Madame Y had said that he would never return, and the old gypsy was never wrong. Jessica’s grief had been overwhelming ever since. Jake had never felt so powerless.

“He’s a very courageous man to make the sacrifice that he made for all of us.” Jake remembered talking to him the night before their battle on the other side of the mirror. He’d given Jake his blessing to woe his niece. It was the closest he would ever come to getting her late father’s approval. He hoped he was still worthy of that blessing.

“Always the soldier.” She smiled in memory. “You know, he taught me how to fly a plane.”

“You told me. Helicopters too, right?”

She looked at him in surprise, nodding. “When did I tell you that?”

“Last night at Spirits.”

She smiled at him. “We talked a lot, didn’t we?”

“Yeah. I wish you remembered it,” he said regretfully. “I felt very close to you last night.”

She surveyed their current posture. She was cuddled up against him on his lap. Their hands were intertwined, caressing each other’s fingers. Her other hand was draped around his neck, running her fingertips lightly through his still-damp hair. His other hand was stroking her long leg through the thin satin of her robe. “I feel pretty close to you right now,” she said beguilingly.

He smiled at her wantonness. “I meant on an emotional level, not a physical one. At the time, I could have only dreamt of feeling close to you on a physical level!” She smiled and winked at him. He shook his head, chuckling. “Man, have we ever strayed off the topic. That’s what I get for letting you interrupt me. Well, continuing the rundown, after the old John Lee trio, you were pretty hammered, so I suggested that we hale a cab to get you home. You slept the entire way, and then you woke up when we got here and scared the poor cabby half to death. You insisted on paying for the ride because it was my birthday. I tried to tell you that it was after midnight and technically not really my birthday anymore, but you wouldn’t lis” S” She laughed again. “So then I brought you upstairs and sat you on the couch. It wasn’t easy because I was a little wobbly myself. Nowhere near as much as my lovely date, but it was hell trying to get your shoes off, especially after you grabbed my ass . . . ”

“I DID WHAT!?!”

“That’s what I said!” he grinned.
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