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Our Present to the Future	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 2296 -:- 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-PART 1
- 2-PART 2
- 3-PART 3
- 4-PART 4
- 5-PART 5
- 6-PART 6
- 7-PART 7
- 8-PART 8
- 9-PART 9
- 10-PART 10
- 11-EPILOGUE
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As the Ghostbusters exited the amphitheater about an hour later, they were again overwhelmed by the absolute awe with which they were consistently met. It was very unnerving. Evener ser seemed a tad bit uncomfortable . . . but just a tad.

And then there was the machine. Jake pointed out to Egon that there was one of those Ghostbusting inventions from the statue in the student common fountain lying at almost everyone’s feet.

“Yeah, that thing must be really important,” Eddie added.

“I concur,” Egon replied. “And judging by that statue, we will invent it together at some point in our future. We must make a concerted effort to exchange ideas more habitually.”

“Shit, what the hell else have we got to do?” Peter muttered, as he was still not taking so well to retirement and lecture tours.

Jake smirked. “Wow. I didn’t know you could do whiny so well, Venkman.”

Janine walked past the men to ask Futura where the ladies’ room was. “You don’t know the half of it, Jake.” Peter stuck out his tongue at her.

When the women all returned from their pack migration to the restroom, Futura gathered them all together. “Well, folks. It’s time to go meet the wisest professor. He has been at the academy since its earliest days, and I know he’ll want to see you.”

Ray shook his head in disbelief. “I still don’t get how that can be possible, Futura. If we’re supposed to found the school, this person would have to have lived for over a thousand years!”

Futura smirked furtively, but did not offer Ray anything by way of an explanation. Instead, she led them to a stand of trees that they had all thought was just a bit of campus greenery (or violetery, as the case was here), but it turned out that there was a building in a large clearing at the center of the miniature purple forest. The building was a grand edifice with an almost temple-like architecture. The building was labeled ‘Halls of History’. There were several heavily armed, dangerous-looking guards outside. They all bowed respectfully when they saw Futura approach, but then their jaws all dropped when they saw who was with her.

Peter smiled broadly. “That never gets old.”

They entered and followed Futura down a long hallway.

A very long hallway!

“Wow, Tura. This place is massive,” Jessica said as she looked around in amazement. “Wish I had my camera.”

“I wouldn’t be able to let you take pictures. It’s important that the wisest professor not have access to any information about his future, and he could easily see pictures taken by one of you.”

They stared at her in confusion again. “Futura?” Winston asked. “Why all the cloak and dagger stuff? Why don’t you just come out with it and tell us who this professor is?”

“Because I was instructed not to.”

“By whom?” Egon demanded impatiently.

“Sorry,” she replied in a sing-songy voice. “I was instructed not to tell you that, either.”

Peter threw up his hands in frustration. Ray looked worriedly at him. Peter was not far away from being aggravated enough to insult Futura. “Stay cool, Pete.”

He ignored Ray. “Just spit it out, Futura.”

She sighed at his hostile tone and tried to comply to the best of her ability. “Okay. I can tell you this much. The wisest professor is the school’s historian. He imparts the wisdom of the original Ghostbusters directly to the student body. His teachings have been so important to us. You know, some of the students who came from this school have used their knowledge for evil purposes, but that’s been such a small number. Most of us professors feel that this is due largely to the teachings of the oldest professor. He teaches them not just the origins of what they are learning, but what they are learning it for.” She led them to a large wooden door. “We’re here,” she said, a slight bit of awe creeping into her own voice.

“Great. Hurry up and knock so we can see the horse of a different color,” Peter muttered. Dana frowned at him.

“Peter! Don’t be like that to her!”

“Oh come on, Dana! I’m getting really tired of all this secretive bullshit!”

Futura looked wounded. “I don’t understand what the horse comment meant, Peter, but I swear to you that I’m just following orders.”

“It’s a reference from The Wizard of Oz, Tura. This hallway does sort of feel like the one that led Dorothy and her friends to the wizard. You can watch the DVD on your next visit.”

Futura got a sad distant look on her face. “Yeah. I’ll do that, Jess.”

Jessica picked up on the turn in her friend’s mood, but decided that it was better not to ask her about it. Maybe she was just imagining things.

“Huh,” Peter mumbled. “I bet this professor guy turns out to be as big a phony as the wizard.”

Futura turned to stare at him, all trace of good humor gone from her face, replaced by blind fury. “Peter Venkman, you take that back!”

Peter was so shocked by her raised voice that he nearly jumped out of his skin. They were all shocked. None of them had ever heard her yell at anyone, much less a friend.

“Uh . . . sorry, F. I didn’t mean it. It’s just been a long day, and I think we’re all really confused. We’re pretty used to being kept out of the loop, but not by a friend and especially not by you. You’re usually straight with us. I guess it’s frustrating that you’re not now.”

Futura sighed again and said, “I swear to you all, the wisest professor is someone you know.”

“You mean someone we will know,” Jake interjected.

“I know what I meant.”

“But how can that be?” Alice asked, befuddled. “We don’t know anyone who could still be alive to impart any of our wisdom after all of this time!”

“I can’t tell you.”

Alice rolled her eyes and rubbed her temples. “Good grief! This is giving me a headache!”

Jessica was starting to get a little peeved at everyone ganging up on her friend. “Well, maybe iyouryour vampire friend Count Vostov!”

“He doesn’t know anything about Ghostbusting,” Winston objected.

Jessica bristled and stood between Futura and the others. “Well, maybe Madame Y or Fuddy cast a longevity spell or something to live longer! I don’t know and I don’t care! Futura says it’s true. I believe her. And we’re here now so why don’t we just go in and see instead of bitching at Tura for doing her duty?”

The men all exchanged guilty looks. They hadn’t meant to attack her, but Jessica’s having jumped to her defense meant that they were definitely giving Futura too hard a time. Peter decided to be the diplomat. “You’re right, Jess. We’re sorry, Futura.”

Futura exhaled roughly and put her hand on Peter’s arm. “I swear to you, Peter. I’ve told you all that I can.”

“Yeah, I know. You told us. It’s cool. And we’re here now like Jessica said, so I guess if I just clam up, we can get going, right?” Janine smirked anenedened her mouth to say something. “Button it, Melnitz.” Peter beat her to the punch without even looking at her.

She laughed out loud as they entered the History Classroom. “Geez, we’ve known each other too damn long, Dr. V!”

Futura was all smiles again. Nothing ever seemed to keep that woman down! She led them to the middle of a large circular room that had a high throne in the center. It seemed the whole ‘histor cir circular’ theme even found its way into the architecture of the history classroom.

“Dramatic,” Kel said.

“Yup. He hates it,” Futura laughed. “Unfortunately, the school sees him in this way, so there’s been nothing for it but to deal with the whole temple theme. Oh and by the way, Jessica?”

“Yeah?”

“I never said the wisest professor was alive.”

Jessica gave her a puzzled look as Futura lit a candle with her mind. Then all the candles around the room lit and a gong sounded from somewhere within the walls. Movement was seen from behind a curtain. The wisest professor was about to enter.

Futura stood before the throne and waved her arm ceremoniously. “Ladies. Gentlemen. Please allow me to re-introduce you to the oldest and wisest professor of the Intergalactic Academy of Paranormal Investigation.”

The curtains pulled back and a shadow floated toward the throne. He was clearly a ghost. When his face was finally illuminated by the candlelight, they were all left speechless.

All of them but Ray.

He was able to whisper just one questioning word.

“Slimer?”
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