Gotta tell ya, my oh-unfortunate reader, I don't feel particularly good about this. But it is what it is, and even badfic has its place in fandom.
There are very few things in the world that can stop a Spengler dead in his tracks. Very little surprises you when you know as much about the world as Spenglers do. But this... thought, that had snuck up on him. Seemed to freeze Egon's capacity to think about anything else.
He didn't know how he'd come up with this. How the design had made it onto paper. He rarely did, though - late nights and sugar binges tended to wipe your memory clean of the process, leaving only the evidence come the morrow.
And there it was.
It was brilliant... and the things it could do, would do to people... may be unethical, but would benefit biology tremendously. Ethics were a concern to Egon, but, to Dr. Spengler, the only real concern of ethics was whether they would get in the way.
The trance that had settled over him was broken when Raymond, as Raymond is prone to do, burst into the room, already talking a mile a minute.
The words washed over him, he completely missed their meaning, but their tone struck him. Whenever that enthusiasm bubbled up, Ray would just ooze this energy, life and the love of it.
And that energy, somehow, brought Egon back to who he was, as opposed to what he was. Brought Egon back from Dr. Spengler.
The plans were stuffed away in a drawer, to be forgotten, and his attention was granted to his zealous friend.
There are very few things in the world that can stop a Spengler dead in his tracks, and Ray Stantz is one of them.