I do not own Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters 2, any Ghostbusters video games or even a proton pack.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed and Remy Safar.
"We've been experimenting on the plasm we found in the subway tunnel." Ray explained, watching closely as Egon pulled a Tupperware dish out of the microwave, the pink slime that had been possessing their thoughts lying dormant in the plastic. Ray had called in the entire team, stopping the booming production of the Ghostbusters team for an afternoon as Ray and Egon could barely contain their excitement. They even brought Kitty and Angie to the lab to show them, as they were part of the team as anyone else.
"Should I get spoons?" Peter remarked, as Egon carefully moved the slime from inside the microwave to the middle of the lab table, the slime didn't even ripple in the transaction. Egon scoffed softly against his lips before saying "Don't bother. Watch this." Egon placed the Tupperware on the table, wide eyed and bushy tailed as he gave Ray a nod, almost permission to do something. "Go ahead, Ray."
Ray took a deep breath, mentally prepping himself before he unleashed a barrage of insults towards the plasm.
"You! You worthless piece of slime!" Ray shouted, earning a soft bubble from inside the plastic container. Angie and Kitty looked to each other in disbelief. "You ignorant, disgusting blob!"
"You're nothing but an unstable, short-chain molecule!" Egon shouted at the slime, giving it Egon's idea of an insult. Ray on the other hand, seemed oddly at home with the idea of the verbal abuse.
"You foul, obnoxious mob!"
"You have a weak electrochemical bond!" The slime bubbled in delight.
"I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake-!" Ray shouted, and would have kept shouting far into the night if Winston hadn't had silenced him, putting his hand on Ray's shoulder, bringing the mad scientist back to reality.
"This is what you do with your spare time." Peter said, rather unimpressed.
Ray scoffed, shaking his head to himself. This was a huge discovery and Peter just wasn't getting it. Though, he could see through the crowd that had accumulated around the table, Angie was just as excited as he was, that glint in her eyes back.
"Peter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery! A psycho reactive substance!" Ray's excitement radiated from him, almost infectious. Peter didn't pay any mind to the infectious excitement as he messed with the slime a little more, popping some of the bubbles with a quick blast of air as he blew on the slime.
"Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states."
Peter's ears perked at the words, though his mind had learned to put things into layman's terms while around Ray and Egon.
"Moon slime." Peter stated, nodded his head as if to convince himself that's what it was. His eyes turned down towards the pink slime as he whispered softly to the slime, as a scientist, to get it's reaction. "Oh, baby..."
It bubbled it distaste.
Winston shook his head back and forth, trying to wrap his brain around the idea. "You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes."
"Like a cop in a doughnut factory."
Peter couldn't quit messing with the slime, from a far as Egon tried to stay on point. "We've been running tests to see it we can get an equally strong positive reaction."
"What kind of tests?" Peter asked, suddenly interested in their work. Ray looked down at the table, embarrassed at what they had done to not only get a reaction out of the slime, but to then find out what it could do after ward. It wasn't a pretty list.
"Well, we - uh, sing to it, and we talk to it, and say supportive, nurturing things to it..." Ray trailed off, still not looking anyone in the eyes. Angie turned a bright shade of red, thanking her lucky stars that he didn't say anything else that they did to get a rise out of the slime.
"You're not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?" Peter asked, hopefully as a joke.
Angie couldn't help herself as she coughed loudly, the sudden bluntness of Peter's question shouldn't be a surprise, but at the time she just wasn't ready for it. Peter turned around to face Angie, that stupid, sly smile spread thin across this lips. "Oh, you!" He said, watching as Angie's blush deepen on her pale cheeks. Curiosity getting the better of him, he turned back around to Ray, watching as the color in his faced matched Angie's pigment for pigment.
Egon looked anywhere but at the guys. He silently thanked Angie for bringing the attention of her so Peter wouldn't have a chance to ride into him about certain liberties had took to get some sort of reaction from the plasm.
Peter couldn't believe it himself, or seemed like it as he continued to tease the two of them fro getting back together. "You hounds! You kids have been doing this under my roof the entire time?"
"The lease is in my name-"
"How long has this been going on? Will we see any little Stantz' running around here?"
Egon cleared his throat, hoping to get back on track and to save Ray and Angie a little bit of confidentiality as they both flushed a brilliant shade of red.
"How about the kinetic test?" Egon suggested, trying his best to pull Peter's blood lust from the new couple. Though distracted, Peter wouldn't let this go for a long time. From behind, next to the microwave in the kitchen next to the microwave, Egon pulled their used, worn out toaster that they had had for years. Nothing special in the least about the tin contraption..
"Ordinary household toaster" Egon announced, placing the unplugged machine on the table in front of them.
"I'll take your word for that."
Ray grabbed a small spoon, dipping it in the warmed mixture. Slowly he poured the liquid in the slot of one of the containers on the toaster, effectively coating the bottom of the appliance.
Egon grabbed it, his wide, childlike smile across his face as he brought the toaster to the middle of the pool table
"It responds to music, so we've been doing some experimentation. Playing easy listen. Middle-of-the-road type stuff. You know, Paul Young, Dust In The Wind, that works okay."
"Works for me."
Egon rushed to the side, pulling up a small cassette player as he looked to the five of them standing around the pool table, waiting for the next test. Egon smiled wide. "It loves Jackie Wilson."
Turning the nob on the cassette player, Jackie Wilson's high pitched voice echoed in the firehouse, signing the song "Higher and Higher"
Kitty bit her bottom lip as the toaster didn't do anything.
"Sheesh! You guys do this at night when I'm not here? Oh, I get it, it sings! It sound exactly like Jackie, fantastic."
"Just watch."
"Does it do Emmy Lou Harris-?"
The toaster jumped.
"Oh, it dances too."
The toaster bounced and popped it's way across the pool table, lifting the mood in the firehouse as they watched in pure joy. The slime had finally reacted, and they figured it out!Soon, Angie joined in on the festivities, swinging her hips back and forth with a grin planted firmly on her lips.
Even Egon's head bobbed as the restless nights experimenting with the damned plasm finally paid off in the most entertaining way.
In a spectacular finish, the toaster popped sending two pieces of golden toast high into the air for something of a grand finale. Peter oo'ed and ahh'ed over the toaster, seeing nothing but dollar signs in his eyes as he grabbed the toaster, pulling it closer by the plug.
"Oh! Oh, oh baby, oh!" Peter cooed, cuddling with the ordinary household toaster. "You're my number one Christmas boutique gift item!"
"Right, and the first time somebody gets mad the toaster could eat their hand." Winston remarked, rolling his eyes and washing his hands with the idea. Egon turned off the radio as Peter continued cuddling with his new business venture.
"No, no, no, no, we put a warning label on it, we don't have any liability – AGGH!" Peter howled in pain as his fingers were latched in slots. Winston was right in a way, the toaster was trying to to eat Venkman!
The five of them reacted immediately, all lurching forward to help there friend in distress when Peter couldn't hold it any longer, breaking out in laughter.
"Oh! Oh, did you ever go for it." Peter teased, pulling his two fingers free form the imaginary grasp of the man-eating toaster. "The old man-eating toaster gag!" He cackled, mock poking Egon in the eyes with his 'eaten' fingers.
"GET HIM!" Ray shouted, grabbing Peter's arms and restraining him as the boys attacked, leaving the girls to shake their heads in the distance.
With the boys done fighting upstairs, Angie and Kitty made there way down the large stair case to the main garage, weary of the creaky floorboards that would give their position away. There were times when the boys acted professional, white-collar even scholarly at time. Then others, like earlier when Peter was rightfully attacked, they acted like boys, brothers, family. They would never want to hear such things, but it was true in the light in which they regarded each other. A simply colleague would never make fun of Angie and Ray for their newly-resurrected relationship – however a brother or a meddling brother would do just that.
Angie and Kitty made their way down the stairs, Kitty was the first to talk. "So, when where you going to tell me about you and Ray?" She asked, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. Angie was at first glance taken back by the question, but knew it was due. "I was going to tell you tonight over dinner."
"You're working tonight."
"Oh, right."
Kitty sighed, leaning her body against the railing to the staircase with her arms crossed over her knitted sweater. She didn't like it, being kept in the dark. She was glad that Ray and her where back together, but the silently wished she'd at least known about it. Even more, she hated to think about if they were to break up again.
Angie was a wreck after Ray left. She had lost her job earlier in the week, her boyfriend next and their father the week after. Angus T. Reed died a week after Ray had left, tearing the two girls apart at the seams. They both loved their father deeply and killed them to have to put the man that they loved in the ground. He supported their idea to move to New York in the first place, urging them to go out and see the world before they had grown. He always talked about coming up to see them in the apartment, and then the new apartment. You could hear over the muffled speaker of the phone receiver that he smiled when ever the girls called him. When Angie told him about Ray, he did the fatherly thing and threaten his very life. 'You tell that Ray if he hurts you in anyway, I'm coming up from Maryland to kick his ass.' He would joke, earning a nervous laugh from Angie. The joke, however funny, seemed to have a strand of truth in it and Angie could easily see her father making the three hour drive just to knock some sense into him.
Kitty's thoughts where pulled from her as the boys came down the staircase, Winston took the stairs two by two, being the first one to great the girls. Angie smiled brightly at Winston's enthusiasm as he made his way to Janine's desk, getting the spreadsheet on today's cases. Peter slumped behind trying to fix his hair after the mauling by the wild group of scientists... and Winston.
"You guys don't get it, I have this slacker-chic thing going on here." Peter complained, rubbing the thinning part of his hair, trying to get it to whirl the right direction. "You know how long it takes me to do my hair?"
"Probably longer then it takes me to do mine." Angie remarked as Egon made his way passed the girls, following Winston to Janine's desk. Peter didn't shoot dangers from his eyes as expected, instead he took the offensive. "Nah. All you have to do is stick your finger in a light socket and your done!" Peter exclaimed, referencing her curly and at-times frizzy hair. It was the cold weather, she usually defended.
Peter finally made it down the staircase, stopping in front of the fore mentioned sister. Crossing his arms over his chest, he eyed the woman up and down unimpressed at the choice of women Ray had. Apparently, he only had one type. Poor guy.
"Now, little missy." Peter said, wagging his finger in Angie's thoroughly unimpressed face. "If you hurt my friend, I will seriously mess you up."
"That's funny, Venkman."
"I mean it." He said, his voice lowering to almost a whisper. If Angie didn't know any better, she would have sworn she heard an ounce of seriousness in his voice. "Last time you guys broke up, it crushed him. If you're going to do this again, just don't hurt him. His fragile enough as it is." Peter said, ending the seriousness as Ray came bouncing down the steps behind him. Peter quickly jumped back to being the clown once more as he wagged his finger in Angie's face again.
"I mean look at him. Behind the book smarts and pizzas boxes, he's a broken man!"
"Thanks, man." Ray said, slapping his friend on the back.
"Anytime." Peter said, sending Angie a wink before joining the others in groaning over the length of the work sheet. Thoughts circled about Peter's end game as she shook her head at him, watching carefully as he turned back into the fun loving, joking Peter. The serious, protective Peter wasn't fun. He was scary. She didn't like it.
Ray just shook his head at Peter's antics before focusing on Angie, the two of them out in the open. He just smiled at her, his thin lips curling into the smile she knew all too well. Angie looked around, making sure the others were busy looking at the work sheet for today before stealing a kiss from Ray. She meant for it to be a simple peck on the lips, but he lingered. He wasn't supposed to linger.
Pulling away from the intoxicating kiss, they both heard to over romanticized sigh of a one Peter Venkman as he grasped his hands together over his heart, playfully batting his thin eyelashes at the two of them. "I just love to see you two love birds together." Peter sighed, trying his hardest at a southern draw and failing.
Ray rolled his eyes at Peter, ignoring the fact that Angie was still in his arms for the most part. A light flush appeared on his cheeks as the others began to get ready for the work day ahead, starting with changing into the jumpsuits. Angie leaded her forehead against his, still smiling from the kiss.
"Are you working tonight?" Ray asked, licking his lips out of habit. Sorrowfully, she nodded as best she could against his forehead. "We've got a huge wedding tonight. Some rumors are spreading that it's a big mob bosses daughter, but no one will say who."
"Sounds like fun."
"You'd think so. I'm just worried I might accidentally spill a drink or something on the Don. Who knows what will happen?"
"Sleeping with the fishes?"
"God I hope not." Angie giggled lightly. Their touching moment was interrupted by the whining of the Ecto-One siren, which was much louder when your right next to the vehicle in a room that echos all ready. Angie turned around to Venkman in the drivers seat, glaring through the tinted glass as he wiggled his fingers at the new couple.
"Looks like I gotta go." Ray said, regretfully pulling away before walking to the passenger side. With a high pitched squeak, the passenger door opened, reminding Ray to put that on the To-Do list. Before the door even opened fully, his jumpsuit came flying from the cab. The once clean and pressed jumpsuit now laid on the dirty shop floor in a rolled up ball that Peter had thrown at him. "Put it on, we gotta go to Queens!" Peter sounded from inside the cab over the dying engine.
Ray shook his head before climbing into the passenger seat, opting to put on the suit once they got down the road. The only thing scarier than Ray's driving was Peter's driving. Peter didn't know that the breaks where there for all cars, not just other ones on the road. Once the siren blared and the lights flashed, Peter flew out of there like a bat out of hell, leaving the girls behind in the dust.
Ray just hoped that Peter knew how to even get to Queens.
I hope you enjoyed it.
~pure.