The night was crisp and clear, the breeze gentle and generous with what promised to be a golden sunrise that was about to rise like the phoenix from the ashes of the old.

There was quiet here, peace. Toiled and hoed dirt lay strewn about, Ghost traps torn from the ground and taken away. Dirt and soil were all that remained of the battle that took place on a farm that no one considered important nor cared about.

But it mattered to her.

Phoebe Spengler was sat on the wooden and neglected steps that led up to her grandfathers farmhouse, the remnants of his legacy lay underneath the dilapidated structure that only seemed to add to it's character and the reputation that Egon had managed to conjure up in his time there.

She'd hadn't moved from that spot as the original members had driven Ecto-1 away for restoration and to store Gozer's essence in a more secure environment.

Mere hours ago, she had met her grandfather, a spectre, a ghost but it was him and like he had since she had been there, he guided her in the fight against his old adversary. Reconciling with old friends and family, connections he had sacrificed in order to ensure that the world would continue to spin, a sacrifice that included his life.

She still wore the Ghostbuster jumpsuit, streaks of grime were splattered here and there, to and fro. But she wore them like badges of honour, of accomplishment, of belonging. More than once she had glanced down at the patch carefully sown into the fabric "SPENGLER" This wasn't Egon's jumpsuit, he was too tall and an adult. No, this one was tailored specifically for her.

And it felt right, it felt natural, it felt like she had found who she was. She was a Scientist, no longer a recluse or a socially awkward twelve year old, she was part of something greater, something bigger, something better. Something that gave her hope for a better tomorrow.

She felt calm when overstimulated. And the last few hours was an assault on her senses. But that was okay, even though her mother tried to get her to come inside, she insisted on staying, Phoebe had always been reflective by nature. She had gone from meeting the grandfather she never knew to losing him again in a few days, even though she knew he was gone, to somewhere better, it still hurt.

At least she got to say goodbye, as did her mother, who desperately need that closure.

But there were still pieces of him still scattered about waiting to be discovered.

Finally her legs and her will had the energy to raise to her feet, her hair still messy from the fight, she sighed and replaced the wand on her proton pack. Having powered it down several hours ago she neglected to replace the wand. It was battered, bruised and bashed, nothing that a little maintenance and tinkering in the workshop wouldn't fix.

But now something greater drove her forward, was it luck? Was it fate? Was it karma? Whatever it was Phoebe was determined to honour the legacy that had been bestowed upon her, as a Scientist as a Ghostbuster and as a Spengler.

A Scientist.

A Ghostbuster.

A Spengler.

She Belonged.

FIN

For Harold.

For Egon.

(A/N) okay so its been just over a week and im not over the emotional rollercoaster of a film lol

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