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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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Three days after the four Ghostbusters had returned to the firehouse, they were already hard at work on trying to solve the mysteries they had encountered. Egon and Ray had closely studied the artifact from Alice’s case. They catalogued it in their computer version of Tobin’s Spirit Guide, and put it into the containment unit. The terror of Miskatonic University was considered a closed case, although Alice was still afraid to return home. She stayed with Aunt Lois, who watched over her like a mother hen. Ray’s colleagues were all just as worried about Alice as he was. They agreed with Ray that it was unlike her to be afraid of anything. Ray did not relay his suspicions that Alice was hiding something.

The others were a little worried about him too. He wasn’t his usual cheery self, as if he’d witnessed something unspeakable. Peter and Egon each attempted to get information from him about what had happened in Arkham, but he wasn’t talking. All he would say was that some things were better left alone.

Ray and Alice got even jitterier after reading an article in the Advertiser mailed by a friend of Alice’s at Miskatonic University. It was about thirteen people who had turned up dead near Meadow Hill just outside of Arkham. They all had their hearts eaten out by some animal. Alice kept saying, “Just like Walter Gilman” over and over.

Egon knew the name well, having drawn heavily on the man’s work. He also knew how he’d been rumored to die. Egon didn’t believe it, but he certainly thought it was odd that this group of people should die in a similar manner. He wished Ray was willing to talk about what had happened, but he’d finally decided not to press either him or Alice. With Winston and Lois’s help, he discouraged Peter and Janine from doing it either. They had other things to worry about anyway. The painting of Vigo the Carpathian still gave them pause, as did the events surrounding Dana’s return into their inner circle. Something was not right as the new year approached, and Peter found himself thinking more and more of the warnings of Milton Englund.

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, the guys decided to go to the museum where Dana worked to take readings of the painting that creeped her out so much. Peter had been constantly by Dana’s side, so the guys had to call him at home to meet them there. Peter caught a cab to the museum, and Ecto-1 was there when he arrived. They had a de-briefing outside, and it was as Peter had feared: Vigo the Carpathian was no one to sneeze at.

The four men strode confidently into the museum’s department of restorations. “All right suck in the guts, guys. We’re the Ghostbusters.” They each took a deep breath, puffing out their chests.

Dr. Janosz Poha, Dana’s boss, came striding over. “No!” he protested in his thick but indiscernible eastern European accent, clapping sharply for effect. “No! Please, go, you!”

“Who’s this wiggler?” Ray asked Peter.

Peter replied under his breath, “He’s yours, Ray. Sick ‘im!” Ray gave him a curious look, then shrugged and went to intercept Dr. Poha, talking very fast to distract the man.

“Hi! Ray Stantz from the Ghostbusters. Beautiful lab you have. We’re just doing a routine spook check.” Janosz had stopped in mid-tirade to stare at Ray in slack-jawed confusion. When Peter tossed his coat over Janosz’s arm, nappnapped him out of his Stantz-induced trance.

“Dr. Wenkman, Dana is not here!”

“Yeah, we know Johnny.”

“So vhy are you came?” the smaller man demanded irritably.

“Well, we got a report there was a major creep in the area. We checked our list and you were right at the top.” Peter tossed a convivial arm about Janosz’s shoulders. “Johnny, where in the hell are you from anyway?”

“The Upper Vest Side,” Poha blurted dazedly.

At that moment, Egon walked by, interrupting the ‘meeting of the minds’. “The whole room’s hot, Peter.”

Winston stopped taking readings just behind Peter and scowled at the large painting in the center of the room. “Eww. That’s one ugly dude!”

Peter glanced up and smiled. “Well, that’s Vigo! Mr. Vigo! Vigs!” He started taking pictures, barking orders like a fashion photographer. Janosz tried to stand in the way, insisting that postcards were available in the gift shop. Winston yanked the little man out of the way. Peter continued to take pictures. He got excited in the midst of yells of “Give me happy! Now give me angry! No angrier! Oo, you’re scaring me! Stop it!”

In the meantime, Ray was taking readings up close on the painting. He had climbed the ladder that Dr. Poha used to restore it. While looking into the eyes of the portrait, Ray was struck by a very strange sensation. He felt kind of light, like his mind was floating away. He briefly had a mental image of the horrors he found in the surrogate Witch-House. The images were too terrifying. He didn’t want to deal with them. Then he saw the face of the small child. It told him that he didn’t have to deal with it. He could just let go. It was all right. Let someone else deal with it and Ray would not have to. Then his mind started to go blank. It felt so nice.

Peter continued to yell poses at the painting. “Yeah! Give it! Give it! Yeah!” Egon rolled his eyes and strolled over to end Venkman’s psychotic ramblings. “We gotta talk.”

Peter took the cue to quit playing around. He turned to the painting and said, “I’ve worked with better . . . but not many. Thank you.”

Winston noticed Ray’s slackened posture, and he frowned. Something wasn’t right with him. He went over to his friend and asked him if he was okay. It snapped Ray out of his stupor, and he assured Winston that he was fine. He had no recollection of what he’d just been thinking of, and that bothered him, but he didn’t want to worry anyone and just dismissed it.

And with that, the guys left the museum.

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That night, Egon was busy investigating the river of slime and the pictures of Vigo, so Janine agreed to baby-sit Oscar so that Peter could spend some quality time with Dana. As she was preparing to leave the firehouse she got a phone call. “Ghostbusters.” It was a potential client complaining that her guest bathroom was haunted. Janine rolled her eyes. She was not trying to make an appointment at the end of the workday on New Year’s Eve. Janine covered her computer while the woman rattled off her story. When she’d finished talking, Janine replied, “Well, they couldn’t get to you until after the New Year.” The woman began to protest, but Janine cut her off. “Well just don’t go in there!” And she hung up on the hysterical lady. She grabbed her keys. “Louis! I’m closing up!” she hollered up the fire pole opening. Louis came down the stairs, tripping over his untied shoelace at the bottom. She smiled behind her hand.

Janine knocked on the dark room door. Egon opened it and smiled when he saw who it was. She returned his smile. “I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” She glanced past him to say good-bye to Ray, but he wasn’t there.

“Are you working all alone tonight?” she asked looking a little crestfallen. Maybe she should have stayed with him after all, even if it was just to keep him company.

“No. Ray is just upstairs in the lab. He’ll be down in a short while.”

“Oh.” She was relieved that he wouldn’t be spending New Year’s Eve alone. “Well, don’t forget to call me at midnight. I’ll be at Peter’s.”

“I won’t forget.” He bent down and kissed her, then hugged her tight. “I’m sorry I couldn’t spend tonight with you.”

She leaned into his embrace. “It’s okay.” She tried not to sound disappointed. “It’ll give me a chance to help Peter and Dana spend some time together. ‘Tis the season to be giving and all. We’ll just have to take a rain check, I guess.”

“Yes. That, we will.”

She stood on tiptoe, kissing him again, languorously.e ste stroked his cheek. “I love you Egon.”

“I love you too, Janine. Be careful going home.”

She stepped back from his embrace. “I will.” And with that, he closed the door. She sighed deeply and went back out to the front. Louis was there. He’d just finished putting away all their accounting information. They both put on their coats, Louis babbling on about nothing the entire time. Janine listened in patient silence. They walked out together and Louis ended his tirade with a question about whether he should take the subway or surface roads. “Well, I’m walking,” she said. “Good-night.” She practically ran away from him, crossing the street. ‘Thank God my car’s still in the shop. Now he can’t ask me for a ride home.’ In truth, she was heading to go pick it up first before going to Peter’s place.

Courage not being his strong suit, no one was more surprised than Louis when he suddenly ran after her, stopping her in the middle of the crosswalk. “Well, now. Well, well, well now,” he stammered. “Hang on. Do . . . do you maybe wanna . . . no, no.” He muttered the last part, almost losing his nerve. “Do you wanna have something to eat with me?” He struggled to get the sentence out.

“Well, yeah I’d love that but I . . . I promised Dr. Venkman I’d -sit-sit for him,” she replied.

“Oh, uh . . . oh.” Louis’s face fell and he looked almost like he’d expected no less.

She felt so sorry for him. It had sounded like a flimsy excuse, even though it wasn’t. She knew all too well how loneliness and rejection felt. She could spend a little time with Louis on New Year’s Eve. After all, hadn’t she just been concerned about Egon spending the evening alone? That settled it. “Wanna baby-sit with me?”

His face immediately lit up. “Okay. I would.”

“Great. His place at eight. Bye!” She walked off feeling really good about what she’d just done.

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By the time Dana returned to Peter’s apartment only an hour after leaving, Janine no longer felt good about agreeing to hang out with Louis. In his mind, they weren’t just hanging out. To him, this was a date. She’d tried to dissuade him subtlely at first, reminding him that she and Egon had celebrated their four month anniversary the week before. This seemed to work for a while, but only for a while. Louis stumbled over asking her out on “another date”, and Janine was forced to be more blunt. Sovedoved Egon and she wasn’t interested in anyone else she’d told him, a little more harshly than she’d intended. He’d looked almost like he was going to cry. Dana walked in ust ust that moment and told them that the guys had been arrested.

Janine sighed. “Typical.” Dana smiled at her warmly. Then raised an eyebrow and darted her eyes to Louis then back to Janine. Janine got the hint, smiled and rolled her eyes. Dana nodded slightly, empathetically. She knew all too well how pushy Louis could be with his intended affections, having been the victim of them four years before when they all met. She thanked God everyday that he’d backed off when she started dating Peter, being a little afraid of the psychologist. Of course, now her boss, Janosz Poha was doing the same thing. Short men just couldn’t take a hint, it seemed.

“So what did they do this time?”

“Oh, Ray, Winston and Egon showed up at the four-star restaurant Peter took me to covered in slime and wearing nothing but long johns.” Janine smirked and shook her head. ‘Interesting imagery,’ she thought.

“They said that there’s slime flowing under the city in rivers and that it’s everywhere. They said it all flows to the museum where I work and that I can never go back there.” She frowned. Janine saw the worry in her face. “The cops came and took them away before I could get any more information from them. Ray had accidentally splashed a woman at one of the other tables with slime so the maitre d’ called the police. I got a cab.” Dana looked like she was aching to know what else the guys had found out.

“I’m sure it’ll be okay Dana. Louis, can you make some calls and find out where the guys are being held so we can go pick them up once they’re released?”

“Sure,” he exclaimed, excited that she didn’t seem to be angry anymore.

“Try not to worry.” Janine gripped the other woman’s shoulder companionably. Dana remembered Egon saying the same thing to her when she first came to see him about all this. She smiled at the redhead, very happy that she was there.

“Yeah Dana, we won’t leave you!” Louis added. The women both looked at each other with an appalled expression then turned to giggle into their hands, so Louis wouldn’t see.

An hour later, they all sat together watching an old film noir with Rita orthorth. Dana was now getting worried about the guys. Louis was getting on both women’s nerves, talking through the whole movie. Dana had given up on trying to watch the movie and was reading a magazine from Peter’s coffee table. But when Louis told Janine that he didn’t know why beautiful women loved horses so much, and then asked her if she liked horses, Dana decided she’d had enough. “You know, you really don’t have to stay. I’m sure Peter will be back soon.” She gave Janine a very pointed look that said she could just leave and come right back after Louis had gone.

But Louis just said, “Oh we don’t mind.” Both women sighed deeply. Louis placed a hand on Janine’s knee, which she roughly pushed away.

Dana tried to go back to reading her magazine when she felt something strange. She felt a cold breeze on the backher her neck.

She got up and went to check on Oscar, but when she went into the bedroom, he was gone. She felt her heart pounding in her throat. “Oscar?” She glanced around the room looking for him. She looked at the window. Just as she’d suspected, it was open. It hadn’t been open when she’d checked on Oscar before. It was too cold out to open a window. In desperation, she ran to the window and looked outside. There she saw her infant son, standing on the ledge about ten feet away. “Oh God!” This was unbelievable. Oscar was too young to be able to stand on his own. And how did he get the window open or climb out by himself?

“Louis!”

“What?”

“It’s Oscar!” Louis came running into the room just as Dana started to climb out onto the ledge. He looked out the window behind her and gaped in an open-mouthed stupor. He pulled his head back in long enough to yell to Janine, “Call 911, now!”

Dana slowly made her way along the ledge, feeling a little dizzy when she looked down at the street so far below. Oscar seemed totally calm, as his hysterical mother inched slowly towards him. His back was turned and he looked around casually, as if he were just out for a night stroll.
Suddenly, he focused on something in the night sky. Dana glanced up at the direction Oscar was staring. That’s when she spotted something approaching them from a distance. As it got closer, Dana started to think that maybe she needed to get her head examined. It . . . it looked like Mary Poppins was flying towards them pushing a baby carriage. When it got closer, she realized that it was a nanny with a baby carriage. A ghost nanny. It could only want one thing. Oscar.

Dana made a final leap for her son, but the entity sped up and beat her to him. It stretched its arm out, impossibly long, and grabbed him just as Dana reached him. It placed her son in the carriage, smiled at her, and flew away. “No! No! No!” It was unbelievable, but she knew whom she saw. She climbed back into Peter’s apartment, determination on her face.

“It was a ghost!” Louis yelled in bewilderment.

“No! It was Janosz!”

“What?” Janine exclaimed.

“He took him. He took my baby.” Dana wandered around the apartment in a daze.

“What’s happening?” Louis implored.

“Dana, where’s the baby?” Janine tried to sound sensible to calm the other woman down. Dana’s eyes darted around wildly. Then she looked as if she had an epiphany. “The museum!” Before Janine could stop her, Dana grabbed her coat and raced out the door. Louis and Janine stared after her. “Dana, where are you going?” Janine asked, scared so much she couldn’t think what to do.

“I’ve gotta get my baby!” was the curt reply from behind the slammed door. Then Louis said the first smart thing he’d said all night.

“We gotta find the guys!”

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Later that night . . .

“Happy New Year!” Peter exclaimed as the four paranormal investigators repelled down into the museum. Dana could have sworn that she saw the Statue of Liberty looking down on them, but then the giance wce was just gone. There was a crash outside, like something massive had fallen over. If they got out of this alive, she’d have to ask about that. But right now, she was just too glad to see them, especially Peter. She watched Janosz expound on how they were like the buzzing of flies to Vigo, but when they looked at the painting, Vigo was gone. Janosz looked scared and confused.

“Oh Johnny, did you back the wrong horse,” Peter said. He turned to Ray. “Will you hose him please?”

“Hose ‘im.” With that, Ray and Winston shot Janosz with some kind of pink ooze. She hoped he wasn’t hurt, but if he was, it was just what he deserved for trying to hurt Oscar. She grinned wickedly at the idea of Janosz being burned by the pink slime then shook her head to clear it. She was a little surprised at herself for having such cruel thoughts at first, but she just shrugged it off.

Once Janosz was down, Dana ran over to Peter and kissed him. “Oh am I glad to see you!”

Peter smiled and took the baby from her. “Oh Oscar! Oscar!” he joked.

Dana looked down at Janosz and shuddered. She had to ask. She turned to Ray. “Is he . . . dead?”

“No, this slime is positively charged. He’ll wake up feeling like a million bucks.”

Peter’s face scrunched up and he sniffed the baby. “Whoa, I think this gentleman is a little ripe. That’s okay, my friend, I think I had an accident too.” Ray and Winston rolled their eyes and walked over to where Egon was standing, studying his PKE meter.

Suddenly, a cold wind started to blow, whipping past all of them. Peter wandered slowly away from Dana toward the others, protectively cradling the baby and squinting into the building gale.

The four men immediately began looking around the room for signs of Vigo, their instincts telling them to be ready. Their senses were alive and they each felt charged and ready for anything. There was a crash as a piof eof equipment fell. The four men ran over to see if the evil spirit was there.

By doing so, they inadvertently fell for the oldest trick in the book.

A large tube fell from the ceiling and wound around Dana and started squeezing her. She drew in a labored breath and ordered Peter to get Oscar out of there. Peter ran and hid the infant behind a large crate, staying with the little guy to make sure he didn’t cry and give himself away.

“Uh oh.” This was from Egon. He’d spotted the demon, and it was no longer in the painting. It was striding over to them.

“Hold it right there, deadhead!” Ray exclaimed, pointing his slime cannon at Vigo. “You wanna baby? Go ahead and knock up some willing hellhound. Otherwise I’m giving you three to get back in that painting where you belong!” Ray was not playing games with this creature. Dana was turning blue and gasping for air. “One!”

“Two.” Peter stood up from the spot where he’d hidden Oscar and approached, his face a mask of seriousness that barely hid his suppressed temper. Vigo smiled at them, advancing like a cobra ready to strike. Ray looked around at Egon and Peter who had the proton packs. They nodded. They were ready.

“Three!” Egon and Peter let loose with their particle throwers, and Vigo writhed in anguish under the onslaught. “You got ‘im! You got ‘im!” Ray exclaimed excitedly.

Then Vigo mustered all his strength and forced the energy from the proton beams back at the Ghostbusters. It hit all four men. They flew backwards, falling to the ground, in agonizing pain.

Winston groaned, “Unh . . . that was really stupid.”

Vigo growled at them and turned and walked away. They were no longer worth his attention.

Egon tried to lift his arm to fire again, but couldn’t. He struggled to speak. “Ray. Can you move?”

Ray tried to move, but couldn’t. “No. Are you okay?”

“No.” Egon figured, why lie? “Venkman? How are you?”

He tried to move too, but also failed. “I’m fine.” A lie. He didn’t want to look weak in front of Dana.

Suddenly, Dana realized where Vigo was going. He was heading straight for Oscar.

Before the guys had arrived, Janosz had put Oscar in front of the painting, and Vigo had begun to possess him. When the guys smashed through the roof, she used the distraction to grab her baby. The face of Vigo was still lying on the altar, and it had howled witge wge when she took his host away. She knew how it felt to be possessed, and she never, ever wanted that to happen to her son. And it had almost happened. It was the scariest thing she had ever seen, and she never felt so helpless . . . until now. He was going to take Oscar again, only now, she couldn’t even move to try to stop him. She struggled against her bindings. “No. No! Oscar.” She turned to her fallen heroes. “Please! Do something!”

’s d’s desperate pleas gave Peter the strength he needed to fight. He forced himself to move, his every muscle fibre screaming with the effort, but it worked. He scooted along on the floor toward the demon, which was now holding Oscar. Absently, he noticed his watch. It was less than a minute to midnight. Milton was right. The world was going to end at the stroke of midnight, unless . . .

“Not so fast, Vigo!” The creature just ignored him. “Hey! Vigo! Yeah you! The bimbo with the baby!” That got his attention. He growled low in his throat, leering at Peter for the insult. Peter continued to taunt him, unsure of what provoking the creature would do other than buy them time to think of something. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you the big shoulder look was out?” Peter inched closer. “You know, I have met some dumb blonds in my life, but you take the taco, pal.” Egon frowned a little at the dumb blond reference, but continued to try to move. “Only a Carpathian would come back to life now and choose New York. Tasty pick . . . bonehead!” Winston started to look more than a little worried. It seemed that Peter’s mouth was about to write another check that their collective asses couldn’t cash. “If you had brain one in that huge melon on top o’ your neck, you would be living the sweet life in Southern California’s beautiful San Fernando Valley.” Peter smiled smugly at the creature.

Vigo wiped the smile off his face.

He blasted all four Ghostbusters with a beam of energy. The pain redoubled and they all went into convulsions of excruciating torture. ‘I hate being right,’ Winston thought dazedly.

Vigo turned his attentions back to the child in his hands, assuming his enemies to be defeated. “Now we become one,” he growled to Oscar, his voice sinister. The baby immediately started to bawl, terrified.

Then something peculiar happened. Vigo suddenly looked up at the hole in the skylight. He began to twitch violently then started howling in pain. He doubled over, recoiling as if being attacked. It took a while for the humans to be able to hear what agitated him so much.

Singing.

Ray moaned, “Where’s that singing coming from?”

“The people outside!” Winston exclaimed.

It was true. The crowd of on-lookers outside was singing Auld Lang Syne . . . exactly at the stroke of midnight. And it was the most beautiful sound any of them had ever heard.

“He’s weakening!” Egon exclaimed. “The singing. It’s neutralizing the slime!”

Vigo writhed and roared. Oscar screamed and cried. Peter inched and inched, closer and closer, until Vigo dropped the baby.

“No!” Dana yelled, then she breathed a sigh of relief. Peter had caught him, cradling his head and neck so he wouldn’t be hurt. The tubing unwound from around her and she ran to them. She grabbed Oscar from Peter and hugged him, trying to stop him from crying, but barely able to stop crying herself.

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Unbeknownst to those inside, Janine and Louis had just arrived outside via Janine’s newly repaired car. Janine was wearing one of her form-fitting jumpsuits and the smaller, lightweight proton pack Egon had designed for her.

Janine looked every bit the part of a beautiful heroine ready for action.

Louis was wearing one of Egon’s jumpsuits. Louis was the shortest person in the firehouse, next to Slimer, while Egon was the tallest.

Louis looked every bit the dorky little brother playing dress up in his older brother’s clothes.

Janine’s brow was set in a look of sheer determination. Her Egon was in there, and she was getting him out! Louis’s stomach turned and he thought he might hurl.

“Pull ‘em!” Janine ordered. The pair pulled their proton rifles. “Fire!” At her command, they fired on the shell of slime that surrounded the museum.

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Back inside, the guys were all standing again. Vigo’s soul was pulled back into the painting. It roared and fought to break free again. “He’s back in the painting!” Egon yelled.

Peter let go of Dana. “Okay, find a shady spot.” She obeyed, out out another word. While the Ghostbusters circled the painting, the creature stared into Ray’s eyes. Ray started to feel his mind slipping away. He felt . . . light . . . free. If he and Vigo became one, he could rule the world. That would be nice. So very nice . . .

“Viggy, Viggy, Viggy!” Peter took to taunting again. “You have been a bad monkey!”

Ray wandered over to the painting, looking totally stupefied. He stood directly in the line of fire. His fellow Ghostbusters looked at him curiously. Egon griped at him impatiently, “Ray, we’d like to shoot the monster. Could you move please?”

“Ray?” Peter asked.

“Ray,” Winston demanded.

“Ray!” Egon yelled.

Then Ray turned around. Vigo was no longer in the portrait. He was in Ray. “Now I, Ray, and Vigo shall rule the Earth! Be gone, you pitiful half-men!” Egon and Winston gawked at each other.

Peter yelled, “Now!” They snapped out of it and Peter and Egon fired on the painting while Winston fired positively charged slime at Ray. Ray fell away, leaving Vigo’s incorporeal head floating in midair.

The guys kept firing. Winston drenched the head in slime, and Peter and Egon blasted it with their proton rifles. Finally, the head let out one last primal roar and fell backwards into the painting. An explosion rocked the painting, but did not penetrate out of it. The bright light blinded them all for a moment.

Then all was quiet.

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Outside, the shell of slime flew away from the museum. Janine and Louis turned off their proton guns. Janine smiled, knowing that the guys must have just defeated Vigo.

Louis looked down at his thrower then stared at the museum in wide-eyed disbelief before exclaiming, “Yes!” causing Janine to jump. “I did it! I’m a Ghostbuster!”

Janine quirked an impatient brow at him and rolled her eyes. “In your dreams,” she muttered. But he didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking congratulations from the crowd, who clearly thought, as he did, that they had done this. She tried to yell over the din that it hadn’t been them, that it must have been the Ghostbusters, but they couldn’t hear her. They surrounded them and Janine just smiled and shook her head. ‘Oh, well. So for once, I get a little recognition,’ she mused, shaking hands and hugging people.
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