{~Stay Puft~}
"What is her problem?" Peter scoffed as Hope helped Ray into the simple uniform they had all concocted. He scoffed again and looked to Egon who stood beside him in the same tan uniform. Egon met Peter's gaze and then looked back at Hope.
"What do you mean?" Egon asked honestly not seeing a problem with Hope.
"She's dangerous Egon. Very dangerous. She's a man-eater." Peter scoffed again and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I like her." Egon looked at Peter form the corner of his eyes.
"You would egghead. She's got the smarts, the looks, and pays you the time of day." Peter scoffed again, shaking his head as he looked back at Hope. Egon gave a small head shake of his own as Hope and Ray approached, both talking and laughing about something. Hope looked at them all, making sure they looked alright in their tan jumpsuits and smiled to herself.
"Okay, so do you need to run through how this is going to go again or are you all set?" Hope asked with a bright smile as she shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. Ray and Egon looked at each other and then at her, about to say something.
"We're fine Princess." Peter scoffed and walked passed them all to where they were supposed to stand. Hope shook her head at him, wanting to tell him to 'shove it' and looked at Ray and Egon.
"Ignore him Hope." Ray pat her on the shoulder and walked away to stand beside Peter.
"You intimidate him." Egon stated as he walked passed her, making Hope laugh. She turned around, watching them stand side by side in front of the old truck entrance to the fire house and then walked to a redheaded girl in a long skirt and turtleneck.
"Thank you for this again, Irene." Hope spoke softly as the shooting for the small commercial began. She watched as Ray took a step forward and spoke to the camera mechanically and then step back to the tape on the ground.
"Hey, you helped me pass my history class in college. If you hadn't of I don't where I would be right now. This is the least I could do." Irene responded with a smile as they both turned back to the guys and watched as Egon now stepped forward, watching to make sure he stepped into the right place, and spoke to the camera uncomfortably.
"Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?" He spoke mechanically and then stepped back, looking down at the ground to make sure he was on the tape Hope had placed down for each of them. Hope bit on her nail and she smiled brightly, her eyes never leaving Egon as he stood nervously while the other two spoke.
"He's a cutie, the one with glasses." Irene commented with a small laugh, noticing the look on Hope's face. Hope gave a nod and crossed her arms over her chest, biting her bottom lip, "Tall and shy."
"Yes he is. He's a real sweetheart too." Hope replied as she watched all three of the guys take a step towards the camera together.
"Sounds like someone has a crush." Irene nudged Hope lightly. Hope shook her head and licked her lips, taking a deep breath.
"No," Hope answered honestly, "I just feel like...like...I don't know how I feel."
"Same old Hope." Irene laughed and covered her mouth with the clipboard she held, looking down at the ground. Hope nudged her and then looked back at the guys.
"Ghostbusters." They all said in unison as Ray went on to speak further about the business. Each of the guys pointed a finger at the camera, "We're ready to believe you."
"Great!" Hope called out to them as she clapped, once the camera had stopped rolling of course. She walked forward and pulled Ray into a hug and then quickly gave Egon one, pulling away before he could either return it or reject it, "That was great you guys!"
"Thanks Hope." Ray smiled sheepishly.
"Aw, no hug for me Princess?" Peter pouted and opened his arms to her. Hope narrowed her eyes at him, not sure whether or not he was being nice. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, "Oh yes, this is nice."
Hope tried to pull away from him, but that only made him hold her tighter.
"Let go. Peter let go!" Hope began to laugh as she struggled against Peter's embrace. Peter let her go and smirked, pretending to act sad. Hope straightened her shirt and laughed again, "You're a jerk."
"And you're a Princess." Peter replied as he took off the tan uniform he and the other two were in, "So now we're even."
"It's nice to see you two getting along." Ray commented with a smile, taking off his uniform. Hope looked at Ray and then at Peter strangely. Peter returned her look and then closed his eyes, shaking his head as if to say 'I don't even try to understand anymore'.
"Yeah we get along just fine." Hope took the uniform from Peter and then from Ray and Egon. She walked back to Irene and paid her, saying goodbye before walking into the old fire house. She stopped and walked back to the door she had walked through, sticking her head back out, "Who's hungry? I'm buying tonight."
"I say calzones." Peter announced and walked up to Hope, wrapping an arm around her neck.
"Fine pizza and calzones." Hope agreed, removing his arm from around her neck. They all walked into the fire house, each of their stomachs growling as Hope dialed the number to her favorite pizzeria.
"Pizza's here!" Hope called out as she took the three large rectangular boxes with a smaller one sitting on top. She walked over to the front desk in the garage and set them down, laying them beside each other the best she could without one falling off the desk.
"I hope they didn't burn my calzone like the last time." Peter commented as he and the other two walked into the room and dove into the food before Hope could even think to grab the paper plates from the desk drawer. Hope slapped a plate against Peter's shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Your calzone's fine." She dropped the plate once he took it and handed the other two one as well. She quickly took a piece of plain cheese and sat down in one of the chairs Ray had drug over from the corner.
"So, Princess," Peter began as they all had gotten some food into their grumbling stomachs. Hope looked at him as she took a bit of her pizza, wondering what he was going to say, "Why is your last name Thurman?"
Hope thought about it for a moment and chewed the cheese, bread, and tomato concoction in her mouth. She gave a small shrug, wiping her mouth.
"Thurman was our mother's last name." Hope started, getting up from her seat and walking to the trash can where she threw her plate, crust, and napkin into it, "I didn't exactly get along with our father. So when I turned eighteen I had it legally changed. Simple as that."
"Uh-huh." Peter stated, not believing that it was as simple as that at all. Hope sat back down in her seat and crossed her legs, waiting for any more questions he was going to throw at her, "You're hiding something."
"Yeah, you're right. I am." Hope replied, not denying a major factor to the name change. She took a sip of the can of soda she had placed on the desk and then set it back down. Ray looked at her and then at Peter, his eyes begging him to stop now.
"What is it?" Egon asked suddenly, his curiosity sparked. Hope looked at him a moment, unsure if she should answer and then sighed.
"He disowned me." She answered softly, her eyes never leaving his, "He wanted me to go into science. I wanted to be an archaeologist. I became an archaeologist and so he disowned me. End of story."
The room fell silent, each of them in their own thoughts. Hope hated the fact that her and Ray's father did that over something as stupid as not wanting to follow in his footsteps. He had Ray, wasn't that enough? She loved history and traveling and hiking and finding things that haven't been found before. Archeology was perfect for her. She loved it then and even more now. It was her passion.
"I don't like talking about him because of all that. I think it's stupid he reacted the way he did, but it happened and our relationship paid for it." Hope spoke up, wanting to explain further to them, but held her tongue, "He's dead so it doesn't matter anymore."
Each of them looked at her and then at each other, unsure of what to say or how to respond.
"So, you're an archaeologist. How's that treating you? Do a lot of traveling?" Peter changed the subject quickly, which Hope was thankful for. She gave a small, dejected laugh and took her soda.
"It's good. I get to travel around the world, which is exactly what I wanted. I love it." She smiled and drank the remainder of the liquid, "I love finding new things and going to new places."
"Oh, really? Have you been to Cancun? It's spectacular. The women are amazing." Peter leaned forward on the desk and Hope laughed, shaking her head.
"No, I haven't." She laughed again, feeling a little happier now that they were off the subject of her father.
"She was just in Russia and France looking for some artifacts." Ray spoke up and placed his plate on the desk top, "She's also gone to Brazil, Australia, and even Egypt to the pyramids."
"I also went to Alaska. Ray came with me that time." Hope laughed at the memory of bringing Ray on her dig up in the wilderness of the frozen state, "That was fun."
"For who?" Ray asked as he remembered the trip himself. Hope laughed and went on to explain the experience in detail while Ray threw in his own parts, trying to not make himself seem like such a dork that Hope made him out to be.
"Oh! And then we had to camp out in the wildlife park for two days and Ray was complaining that he couldn't go the bathroom in the woods!" Hope laughed as Ray began to defend himself and his actions while Egon smiled and Peter smirked, making his own comments, "Then we hiked along the bottom of Mount Doonerak. Ray was ready to just drop into the snow and give up."
"I was not." Ray countered.
"Were too!" Hope laughed and then looked at Peter and Egon, "In all fairness though we did a lot more round about paths just to annoy him."
"I knew it felt way longer then it should." Ray grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. Hope smiled and looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost nine.
"Ugh, I got to go home." She groaned and stood from her seat, "I've got work tomorrow. I'll see you guys Wednesday."
The guys said goodbye as Hope walked out the door and down the street. Egon looked back at Peter, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Is she still that bad, Venkman?" He asked and waited a minute before standing with Ray. They left Peter sitting in the garage with the mess of pizza boxes and calzone boxes, scoffing to himself.
"She's a Princess. That's as bad as they come." He scoffed again and walked from the room, leaving the boxes for Hope when she came back next.
{~Stay Puft~}
"What is her problem?" Peter scoffed as Hope helped Ray into the simple uniform they had all concocted. He scoffed again and looked to Egon who stood beside him in the same tan uniform. Egon met Peter's gaze and then looked back at Hope.
"What do you mean?" Egon asked honestly not seeing a problem with Hope.
"She's dangerous Egon. Very dangerous. She's a man-eater." Peter scoffed again and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I like her." Egon looked at Peter form the corner of his eyes.
"You would egghead. She's got the smarts, the looks, and pays you the time of day." Peter scoffed again, shaking his head as he looked back at Hope. Egon gave a small head shake of his own as Hope and Ray approached, both talking and laughing about something. Hope looked at them all, making sure they looked alright in their tan jumpsuits and smiled to herself.
"Okay, so do you need to run through how this is going to go again or are you all set?" Hope asked with a bright smile as she shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. Ray and Egon looked at each other and then at her, about to say something.
"We're fine Princess." Peter scoffed and walked passed them all to where they were supposed to stand. Hope shook her head at him, wanting to tell him to 'shove it' and looked at Ray and Egon.
"Ignore him Hope." Ray pat her on the shoulder and walked away to stand beside Peter.
"You intimidate him." Egon stated as he walked passed her, making Hope laugh. She turned around, watching them stand side by side in front of the old truck entrance to the fire house and then walked to a redheaded girl in a long skirt and turtleneck.
"Thank you for this again, Irene." Hope spoke softly as the shooting for the small commercial began. She watched as Ray took a step forward and spoke to the camera mechanically and then step back to the tape on the ground.
"Hey, you helped me pass my history class in college. If you hadn't of I don't where I would be right now. This is the least I could do." Irene responded with a smile as they both turned back to the guys and watched as Egon now stepped forward, watching to make sure he stepped into the right place, and spoke to the camera uncomfortably.
"Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?" He spoke mechanically and then stepped back, looking down at the ground to make sure he was on the tape Hope had placed down for each of them. Hope bit on her nail and she smiled brightly, her eyes never leaving Egon as he stood nervously while the other two spoke.
"He's a cutie, the one with glasses." Irene commented with a small laugh, noticing the look on Hope's face. Hope gave a nod and crossed her arms over her chest, biting her bottom lip, "Tall and shy."
"Yes he is. He's a real sweetheart too." Hope replied as she watched all three of the guys take a step towards the camera together.
"Sounds like someone has a crush." Irene nudged Hope lightly. Hope shook her head and licked her lips, taking a deep breath.
"No," Hope answered honestly, "I just feel like...like...I don't know how I feel."
"Same old Hope." Irene laughed and covered her mouth with the clipboard she held, looking down at the ground. Hope nudged her and then looked back at the guys.
"Ghostbusters." They all said in unison as Ray went on to speak further about the business. Each of the guys pointed a finger at the camera, "We're ready to believe you."
"Great!" Hope called out to them as she clapped, once the camera had stopped rolling of course. She walked forward and pulled Ray into a hug and then quickly gave Egon one, pulling away before he could either return it or reject it, "That was great you guys!"
"Thanks Hope." Ray smiled sheepishly.
"Aw, no hug for me Princess?" Peter pouted and opened his arms to her. Hope narrowed her eyes at him, not sure whether or not he was being nice. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, "Oh yes, this is nice."
Hope tried to pull away from him, but that only made him hold her tighter.
"Let go. Peter let go!" Hope began to laugh as she struggled against Peter's embrace. Peter let her go and smirked, pretending to act sad. Hope straightened her shirt and laughed again, "You're a jerk."
"And you're a Princess." Peter replied as he took off the tan uniform he and the other two were in, "So now we're even."
"It's nice to see you two getting along." Ray commented with a smile, taking off his uniform. Hope looked at Ray and then at Peter strangely. Peter returned her look and then closed his eyes, shaking his head as if to say 'I don't even try to understand anymore'.
"Yeah we get along just fine." Hope took the uniform from Peter and then from Ray and Egon. She walked back to Irene and paid her, saying goodbye before walking into the old fire house. She stopped and walked back to the door she had walked through, sticking her head back out, "Who's hungry? I'm buying tonight."
"I say calzones." Peter announced and walked up to Hope, wrapping an arm around her neck.
"Fine pizza and calzones." Hope agreed, removing his arm from around her neck. They all walked into the fire house, each of their stomachs growling as Hope dialed the number to her favorite pizzeria.
"Pizza's here!" Hope called out as she took the three large rectangular boxes with a smaller one sitting on top. She walked over to the front desk in the garage and set them down, laying them beside each other the best she could without one falling off the desk.
"I hope they didn't burn my calzone like the last time." Peter commented as he and the other two walked into the room and dove into the food before Hope could even think to grab the paper plates from the desk drawer. Hope slapped a plate against Peter's shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Your calzone's fine." She dropped the plate once he took it and handed the other two one as well. She quickly took a piece of plain cheese and sat down in one of the chairs Ray had drug over from the corner.
"So, Princess," Peter began as they all had gotten some food into their grumbling stomachs. Hope looked at him as she took a bit of her pizza, wondering what he was going to say, "Why is your last name Thurman?"
Hope thought about it for a moment and chewed the cheese, bread, and tomato concoction in her mouth. She gave a small shrug, wiping her mouth.
"Thurman was our mother's last name." Hope started, getting up from her seat and walking to the trash can where she threw her plate, crust, and napkin into it, "I didn't exactly get along with our father. So when I turned eighteen I had it legally changed. Simple as that."
"Uh-huh." Peter stated, not believing that it was as simple as that at all. Hope sat back down in her seat and crossed her legs, waiting for any more questions he was going to throw at her, "You're hiding something."
"Yeah, you're right. I am." Hope replied, not denying a major factor to the name change. She took a sip of the can of soda she had placed on the desk and then set it back down. Ray looked at her and then at Peter, his eyes begging him to stop now.
"What is it?" Egon asked suddenly, his curiosity sparked. Hope looked at him a moment, unsure if she should answer and then sighed.
"He disowned me." She answered softly, her eyes never leaving his, "He wanted me to go into science. I wanted to be an archaeologist. I became an archaeologist and so he disowned me. End of story."
The room fell silent, each of them in their own thoughts. Hope hated the fact that her and Ray's father did that over something as stupid as not wanting to follow in his footsteps. He had Ray, wasn't that enough? She loved history and traveling and hiking and finding things that haven't been found before. Archeology was perfect for her. She loved it then and even more now. It was her passion.
"I don't like talking about him because of all that. I think it's stupid he reacted the way he did, but it happened and our relationship paid for it." Hope spoke up, wanting to explain further to them, but held her tongue, "He's dead so it doesn't matter anymore."
Each of them looked at her and then at each other, unsure of what to say or how to respond.
"So, you're an archaeologist. How's that treating you? Do a lot of traveling?" Peter changed the subject quickly, which Hope was thankful for. She gave a small, dejected laugh and took her soda.
"It's good. I get to travel around the world, which is exactly what I wanted. I love it." She smiled and drank the remainder of the liquid, "I love finding new things and going to new places."
"Oh, really? Have you been to Cancun? It's spectacular. The women are amazing." Peter leaned forward on the desk and Hope laughed, shaking her head.
"No, I haven't." She laughed again, feeling a little happier now that they were off the subject of her father.
"She was just in Russia and France looking for some artifacts." Ray spoke up and placed his plate on the desk top, "She's also gone to Brazil, Australia, and even Egypt to the pyramids."
"I also went to Alaska. Ray came with me that time." Hope laughed at the memory of bringing Ray on her dig up in the wilderness of the frozen state, "That was fun."
"For who?" Ray asked as he remembered the trip himself. Hope laughed and went on to explain the experience in detail while Ray threw in his own parts, trying to not make himself seem like such a dork that Hope made him out to be.
"Oh! And then we had to camp out in the wildlife park for two days and Ray was complaining that he couldn't go the bathroom in the woods!" Hope laughed as Ray began to defend himself and his actions while Egon smiled and Peter smirked, making his own comments, "Then we hiked along the bottom of Mount Doonerak. Ray was ready to just drop into the snow and give up."
"I was not." Ray countered.
"Were too!" Hope laughed and then looked at Peter and Egon, "In all fairness though we did a lot more round about paths just to annoy him."
"I knew it felt way longer then it should." Ray grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. Hope smiled and looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost nine.
"Ugh, I got to go home." She groaned and stood from her seat, "I've got work tomorrow. I'll see you guys Wednesday."
The guys said goodbye as Hope walked out the door and down the street. Egon looked back at Peter, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Is she still that bad, Venkman?" He asked and waited a minute before standing with Ray. They left Peter sitting in the garage with the mess of pizza boxes and calzone boxes, scoffing to himself.
"She's a Princess. That's as bad as they come." He scoffed again and walked from the room, leaving the boxes for Hope when she came back next.
