Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. It feels like I've been working on it for the past whole week, so hopefully it's good! Enjoy! :D

Keira inhaled sharply as her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light around her. Her mind felt completely detached from the rest of her body, and a sense of weightlessness only added to her nausea. Once her confusion cleared for the most part, she finally found herself lying on the ground of an alley, her mind spinning. Figures in front of her phased in and out of focus and she was suddenly struck by the realization that she couldn't breathe.

"L-Lucille!"

John stood above her, a horrified expression on his face. Keira cringed as the cold metal of the knife sticking out of her chest chilled her. She squeezed her eyes shut, betrayal weighing down her heart, knowing that she was reliving Lucille's last memory one more time.

"Not…not again…" She choked out painfully. She lay sprawled on her back, her eyes shut tight at the worsening cold as the blood soaking through her clothes surrounded her. The throbbing in her head made her dizzy and the ground seemed to be moving beneath her.

"John…"

Lucille's voice sounded weakly from her mouth. Keira's eyes fluttered open weakly to see that John knelt next to her, panic written on his paling face.

Keira's head turned towards the end of the alley where she knew the Ghostbusters' car would fly by at any second. Accepting her fate, she prepared for the lights that would blind her and send her into oblivion. As her gaze rested on the opening of the alley, her eyes widened. Keira blinked confusedly to try and clear her dimming vision.

Bright lights reflected along the walls, casting a flashing blue glare on her face. She felt John take her hand and squeeze it tightly as she continued to stare hopefully at the car parked as if intentionally next to the alley.

"Keira… please…"

Keira blinked several times at the car before she hesitantly raised her gaze to the dark sky above her. Her head lolled back as her eyes drifted out of focus, the dizzying pain slowly ebbing away. The black sky seemed to stretch down towards her, blanketing her in a cold, peaceful silence.

"…You're not alone…I love you…"

Keira felt herself being pulled back painfully as her heart twisted with emotion. She tried to push the voice away so that she could drift back into the darkness uninterrupted, but it kept echoing through the surrounding mist.

NO! KEIRA, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!

Keira cringed at the desperation in Lucille's voice. Blackness still surrounded her, but she could see lights slowly fading into view. The pain in her chest steadily returned but before it could reach its peak, a wave of warm energy washed through her, followed by silence.

A hand suddenly grasped hers, and almost immediately she felt the weightless feeling disappear. The darkness that had been so near to consuming her was broken by a brilliantly flashing light. She opened her eyes just barely and cringed at the bright blue color in front of her. Something moved to block the light and after a few seconds, Keira tried to open her eyes once more. She blinked up hesitantly at the silhouette in front of her.

"…Can you hear me?"

Keira slowly made herself nod, and her heart thrilled as she felt her muscles react to her thoughts. This was no longer Lucille's memory. She felt the grip on her right hand tighten briefly.

"Good…that's good." Ray's voice drifted down to her. She could vaguely see his relieved smile through the darkness spotting her vision. Something above him caught her eye and she weakly tilted her head to look up at the bright green swirling figure flying about the alley.

"Ray…" Keira started to say. He held her comfortingly to him. She gripped his hand in warning and watched as the glowing figure above them suddenly dove down. "Ray, there's-"

"I've got her!" Peter called out as a bright orange flash of light shot towards the ghost before it could reach the couple sprawled out on the ground. Ray ducked as sparks rained down on them from the heavily charged proton stream, shielding Keira's body with his.

"NO!" Keira could hear the familiar anguished scream of Lucille as the proton stream pulled her away from them. Keira shook her head and managed to clear her vision somewhat in time to catch Lucille's frantic glare aimed towards her. The ghost reached down for her with a twisted, clawed green hand, her eyes glowing with rage.

"Hold on, back up is coming!" Winston shouted as another proton stream fired towards the ghost. Lucille cried out once more, her scream echoing down the alley. Keira shivered, knowing that the inhuman sound would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.

"Trap's going in!" Egon said, as Lucille was finally pulled out of Keira's line of vision. Keira huddled closer to Ray as a brilliant flash of light reflected off of the alley walls, absorbing Lucille's furious cries of protest. After a moment, everything was silent.

"Keira, you're alright now." Ray said, still holding her to his chest. She felt herself shaking with an unusual cold and from the sobs that she was unable to silence. She gripped the fabric of his jumpsuit as if trying to ground herself to something.

"Is – is she really gone?" She finally asked weakly. She could hear the other Ghostbusters conversing quietly a few feet away as they seemed to be packing up their equipment.

"Yes, she's gone. She can't hurt you anymore." Ray said reassuringly. Keira shook her head.

"Then…why can I still feel her?" She whispered as her head throbbed painfully and another tremor shook her entire body. Ray wrapped her in a tighter embrace, pressing her cheek into his chest and smoothing down her hair.

"It'll be like that for a while, I'm afraid." He murmured, genuine pity in his voice. She clung to his arms and shivered again.

"Why…why am I so cold?" She asked. Ray glanced down at her and a huge smile broke out across his face.

"We're covered in slime. It's the good kind though. That's one of the only ways to get rid of a possessor ghost." He laughed softly as he wiped some of the goo from her face with the underside of his sleeve. She grimaced as she raised her left hand to her face to scrape more of the slime off. When she pulled her hand away she noticed blood covering her arm and the front of her shirt.

"Ray - !" She exclaimed as the vision of Lucille's death rushed back to her. What if she really had been stabbed, and that had transferred back into her real life? She pressed her hand to where she remembered the knife wound to have been, only to pull it away with a thin layer of slime coating her palm. Ray gently took her arm and examined it in the flashing blue lights from the car that was parked behind them.

"It's alright…I think with everything that's happened this evening you've just reopened your stitches." He said. He turned her wrist slightly and she winced. "We're heading straight to the hospital once they get the car loaded up, don't worry."

"Ray, how is she?" Egon asked as he stooped next to them to pick up the smoking trap from the ground. Keira stared at the device in his hand, her heart heavy as she saw the smoke pouring from the blinking trap.

"She seems to be a little delirious, but that may partly be the effects of the slime." Ray said. Egon nodded and switched on the PKE meter that had been clipped to his belt.

Keira ignored him as she looked up at Ray with his flushed cheeks, colored even more so by the pink slime that had showered over him as well. She shifted slightly in his arms and he steadied her back into his lap.

"Easy Keira, there's no need to try to move yet." Ray said gently. She blinked up at him wearily and smiled. She glanced up as another figure joined Egon, peering over his shoulder curiously at the small screen of the meter.

"D-does that mean she's really…" John stammered, flicking his gaze down to the trap in Egon's hand. Smoke still flowed from the device, and John backed away as Egon lifted it up to confirm that the light was still blinking and that the ghost was still safely confined. John glanced down at Keira and she was taken aback by the sharp look he gave her.

"Lucille can't hurt either of you while she's in this trap. When we get back to the firehouse, we'll secure her in the containment unit and that will be the last of our problems. For tonight, at least." Egon said. Keira looked up at John's sorrowful face as he stared hesitantly at the trap, his hand clutched tightly to his bleeding shoulder.

"What will happen to her then?" John asked quietly. Keira's heart wrenched as she thought of how he must have been feeling with losing his fiancé not only once, but twice.

"She wasn't the girl you used to know, John." Ray said gently. John nodded silently as he held back his emotions.

"Here, we'll call you a cab and get you to the hospital." Winston said as he ushered John away from the group. Egon and Ray both offered the man a silent nod as he was walked to the main street accompanied by their fellow Ghostbuster.

"Venkman, could you load up the generator please?" Egon called over his shoulder as he clipped the meter back to his belt.

"Uh…yeah…just a second." Peter called from a few feet away. He stooped to pick up the heavy equipment and, miscalculating his strength, he nearly stumbled to his knees with the weight of it. He set the device back on the ground and steadied himself against the wall.

"Pete?" Ray said, eyeing his friend worriedly. Egon raised an eyebrow before striding over to the other Ghostbuster.

"I'm fine…it's just…heavy." Peter coughed. Egon shook his head.

"No Venkman…your adrenaline rush has just run its course and you're on the verge of passing out from what may be a serious concussion." Egon said as he looked over Peter's paling face and breathlessness. "Go on back to the car, I'll get this."

Egon grasped Peter's shoulder and gently shoved him towards the car. Then he clipped the trap to his belt and carefully picked up the large dark matter generator, following Peter to the end of the alley.

"Mild…concussion?" Keira asked softly. Ray looked down at her and seemed to hesitate before answering.

"Yeah…back at the firehouse earlier-"

"Ray…what did I do to you all?" She interrupted, her voice thick with regret. Ray shook his head and smiled reassuringly down at her.

"It wasn't your fault-"

"Ray, come on! We need to get to get to the hospital - now. Venkman's just lost consciousness." Egon said as he ran to the other side of the car and leapt into the driver's seat. Winston rushed back down the alley and Keira could see a yellow taxicab pulling away from the curb behind him. As Winston reached the car, he shrugged out of his proton pack and after tossing it in the back, he ran to help Ray and Keira up. He pulled Ray's pack from his shoulders carefully before standing back to make sure the couple was able to move.

"Ready?" Ray said warningly.

"What – what do you mean?" Keira blinked up at him confusedly before crying out as a flash of intense soreness spread through her body at the sudden motion.

"Sorry." Ray murmured to her as he slowly carried her to the car. Her right arm was draped around his neck as his strong arms supported her back and legs. Her left was still cradled tightly to herself, the blood soaked bandages worrying her. As they reached the vehicle, Ray gently set Keira in the backseat and settled in beside her. Winston crawled into the front passenger seat, supporting Peter's unconscious form between his shoulder and Egon's. As soon as the car started moving, the shaky feeling hit Keira once more and she took Ray's hand for grounding. He looked at her worriedly and she leaned more fully against his side as exhaustion overcame her.