Disclaimer: I own nothing of Ghostbusters but OC Sam.

Author's note: If your over 18 and enjoy a naughty lemon between Ray and an OC go read the story by silvergryphon06 called Haunting my Dreams. It's fantastic! It needs more reviews! You won't be disappointed. Promise!

Also make sure and listen to 'Higher and Higher'! It makes reading this chapter a lot more enjoyable!

Accomplishing the Impossible

"Well, I wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty but I didn't think it would be this way." Sam observed as the Ghostbusters looked up at the most memorable landmark of New York.

"Next time Sam." Ray said looking up and sighing. "For some reason I'm having flashbacks to Dana's apartment."

Peter frowned. "Don't even go there." After a moment of silence Peter added, "Kind of makes you wonder doesn't it?"

"Wonder, what?"

In typical Venkman style, his answer was a sarcastic and slightly offensive one."Whether she's naked under that toga."

Sam quietly chanted, "Toga, toga."

"She's French, you know that." As if saying that explained everything, at least in Pete's mind.

In a flash, they were setting up the wires inside of the statue to hook up the speakers. Sam still wasn't quite sure how it was all going to work out, but she decided to put her trust in the boys.

Peter threw Egon a wire. "Got it. Ready the speakers, Ray. Slime blowers ready?" Egon did some final adjustments to the speakers.

Ray started to turn on the switches to the main wiring components. "Okay. Turn on audio set. Turn on the electric set."

"Slime blower prime and set." Winston adjusted the harness around his chest, the slime blower weighted a ton.

Sam let out a deep breath. She could feel the raw energy running through her veins. Sam followed Winston's example and got her slime blower ready. It was time to get down to business.

"Oh, good slime, good slime. Winston is our slime in a good mood tonight?" Peter asked as he patted one of Winston's slime tanks.

"I hope so. She's a lot bigger than a toaster." Winston said as he looked around the interior. He only hoped they had enough slime to actually get her moving.

"All yours Venkman, let's go." Egon handed Peter a microphone.

"Testing, one two. Testing. Hey, how many of you people here tonight are a national monument? Would you raise your hand."

Winston grabbed onto Ray's shoulder. "Hey, let's frost it."

"It's slime time." Ray said with gusto.

"Let's make her look like the underside of a kid's desk!" and the three of them tinged their slime blow guns together.

Soon a jet of pink ooze was making its way through her slime gun and onto the statue. Sam vaguely wondered if they were defacing government property. At least it was in the inside, but when it came time for clean up, it was going to be a hell of a time.

Sam looked over to Ray. He had the cigar in his mouth and with a grin exclaimed, "Beautiful!" Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. They were making progress faster than she thought they would, 'We might actually pull this off.' Sam thought with relief. Maybe it was the slime getting on her uniform and raising her spirits just a tad.

"Pilot controls are ready." Sam looked at her mutilated Nintendo control with sad eyes. Ray had promised to buy her a new one, if any promises he kept, it better be that one.

"All right, it's getting late then, it's almost midnight. Let's go, Venkman." Egon was right, now they really were down to the wire and every moment counted.

"Here's something off the request line of liberty island. We gotta squeeze some new year's juice from ya, big apple!" With that, Venkman switched on the Walkman and music began to blare out the speakers. You know your love keeps lifting me, love keeps lifting me, higher and higher

They all waited with baited breath. If this didn't work, they were totally up a slime river without a paddle. Sam searched for Ray's hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Suddenly the torch erupted into flames. Sam let out a scream and Egon gave a demented sort of laugh. After all, his crazy insane idea had worked...at least so far. Disappointed was my only friend The right foot of the statue of liberty broke free from its foundation and she started to walk. Sam could hear it whining against its restraints, the statue was over a hundred years old.

They splashed into the harbor and Sam gripped Ray's arm. He used both arms to steer. Ray's eyes were nearly bugging out of his head with excitement. "Man, I can't wait to see people's faces when we come on shore. This should really get the city's positive energy flowing, huh? Big V!"

"Keep kicking, Big Libby! If you make this work, and we'll pop for a weekend in Vegas with the jolly green giant." That was an image Sam never thought she would have.

Surprisingly when they got to shore, there was a police escort waiting for them. With amazing ease, Ray maneuvered his way around the city. "You know Ray, you always say you aren't any good at video games but I'm not going to believe that any longer."

Maybe it wasn't only the statue but the music too. Higher and Higher was blaring through the speaks and the whole city could hear it. I'm so glad, I finally found you

The Ghostbusters heckled the crowd below, loving all the attention they were getting. After this, there was no way they could ever be shut down again! As long as they didn't cause too much damage. The people of New York were truly getting excited to see the statue, it was still a symbol of hope; Sam was glad she had been wrong.

"Your love, is lifting me higheeeer..." Peter sang out, although he sounded more like a screeching cat.

"Come on! You sing!" Winston shouted to the crowd below. Sam began to sing quietly, her real singing was no better than Peter's fake attempt at it. I said your love

With his mind on the true situation, Egon realized, "We're running out of time, Ray!"

"Can't she go any faster?"

"I'm afraid the vibration would shake her to pieces. We should have padded her feet." Ray said.

"I don't think they make Nikes in her size, Ray." Sam let out a giggle. Sam had never thought Egon's sarcasm would make her laugh.

"Don't worry! She's tough! She's a harbor chick!"

"It's a good thing her and Stay Puft never got together." Sam pointed out. Ray let out a snort and Peter nodded his head in agreement. Egon asked "Why?" Sam smiled. "Well, he is a sailor."

As if to prove a point, Libby stepped on a cop car and kept on going. Ray yelled out "Sorry! My fault!" Some things never change. Sam hoped that wouldn't be adding the damages onto their taxes at the end of the year.

They had finally reached the museum with only five minutes to spare. The Statue of Liberty slowly raised her torch, getting ready to bitch slap the slime. All the Ghostbusters hung on for dear life. "I love you, when you rough house!" Peter called out. "Hit it mama!" "Drop the hammer on her!" It was like they were all talking to the toaster all over again.

With one well aimed shot, the torch smashed through a large sun light on the top of the museum. Glass shattered everywhere and the Ghostbusters prepared to abandon statue. They each threw down a rope into the opening, and in a flash they lowered themselves down into the museum. It was party time.

It's almost time! AH! I can't wait :D