I don't not own Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters II, Snow White, I Love Lucy, Winnie the Pooh, or He-Man.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar (Who is a little AWOL right now).
Not surprisingly, Peter's apartment got a lot quieter when he and Dana left for their date, even with the baby up and about. The re-run of I Love Lucy played in the background as all eyes were drawn to baby Oscar in his Winnie the Pooh crawler. Louis was holding him, as the pecking order soon became apparent. Janine got to hold him for a little while, then Louis, and then finally Angie.
Angie now sat on the couch in Venkman's living room, watching Louis tell Oscar his version of a bedtime story. He wondered around Venkman's apartment with little Oscar on his hip, telling him the story of Snow White.
"So the seven little dwarves had a limited partnership in a small mining operation, and one day a beautiful princess came to live with them, and the bartered housekeeping services for room and board. Which was a real good deal for them because the didn't hade to withhold Social Security of income tax or nothing, which you're really not supposed to do, you see, but for the purposes of this story I think it's okay." Louis blabbered on and on about the legalities of a fairytale.
The kid didn't want a law degree in one night, he wanted a story so he could go to sleep and dream of a day when Louis wasn't boring him with stories, Angie thought. She watched as Louis got closer and closer to Venkman's bedroom before opening the door.
"Oh no!" Angie all but exclaimed, causing Louis to stop in the doorjamb. "You are not about to put him down when it's almost my turn with the baby."
"But he's tired."
"Then let me put him down." Angie pleaded, getting up from her seat on the couch. "You two can talk or play a game or whatever, while I put Young Sir Oscar to bed." She said definitively as she took Oscar from Louis' hands. Oscar cooed on Angie's shoulder, her thick curly hair partially covering the bald child's head.
"If you need any help call." Louis offered Angie as he walked back to the living room with Janine. Angie nodded briefly before closing the door behind the baby and her, blocking out the extra noise the grown ups where making.
Dana had definitely cleaned up, she thought as she looked around Venkman's room. She was sure she'd find dirty clothes, messy dishes cluttering his nightstand, maybe even a bra or two hanging from the ceiling fan. A tornado would have gladly made themselves at home had Dana not cleaned before everyone showed up tonight.
"You know, it really is a great place. It needs a woman's touch—"
Oscar gnawed on his fist, drooling down his arm as his eyes lids got really heavy. He was going to fall asleep any minute now.
Angie quickly tipped toed over Dana's shoes, left out haphazardly on the ground, as she laid Oscar down on his back. His looked up to her inquisitively, questioning everything about her. Angie couldn't help but smile at the child looking up at her.
"Hello there Oscar." She said in her cutest baby voice. The idea of Venkman walking in on her talking in a baby voice made her nervous. She'd never hear the end of it from him. He'd be relentless as usual and today wasn't the day for that.
Lowering her voice, she kneeled down beside the bed, watching as Oscar's eyes followed until she was on the same level as him.
"Hey buddy." She said, whispering to him as if her could under stand. "Aunty Angie is gonna make sure you go to sleep, alright?"
He didn't do anything to acknowledge she was even there.
"Good." She said as she put a small fleece baby blanket over his shoulders. "Night-night, Oscar."
The sweet child yawned deeply under the warmth of the blanket before closing his eyes. She absent-mindedly rubbed her fingers over Oscar's head, patting the child goodnight.
'Aw. I want one', she thought to herself as she looked over Oscar now in a deep sleep.
It was true she'd wanted a baby like Oscar, quiet, easily excited, curious about things. Only his hair would have to be a dark brown in contrast to Oscar's blond hair. And instead of blue eyes that Oscar shared with his father, her child would have brown eyes. And a short button nose.
And look like Ray.
Her eyes widened at the thought. She knew Ray didn't want kids and she wasn't going to push it on him. They'd only been dating again for a couple days – the boys just found out yesterday! It was too soon to be thinking such thoughts. Right now she just wanted to enjoy being with Ray, a feeling she'd missed for three years. She wasn't about to screw it up by bringing up old baggage.
With Oscar's eyes closed and a soft snoring emitting from his belly, she thought that just might be a good idea. Angie leaned up against the wall beside the bed, ducking her head just below the window pane, and closed her eyes to dream about other things. Most certainly not children.
While the major streets where lined with holiday traffic, the street out in front of the museum was, thankfully, empty from cars as the manhole cover began to move. It was moving in place as something banged up against it before finally breaking it free and moving the giant piece of metal out of the way. Pure steam emerged from the tunnel below as gloved hand grabbed at the pavement above it as Raymond Stantz pulled himself from withing the bowels of New York's underground. He gasped for air as he grasped for pavement to pull himself up and out of the hell hole that was the river of slime. He grunted heavily as he lifted himself from the sewer line, quickly moving out of the way for the next person in line to climb out. Winston Zeddemore clung to the asphalt in the middle of the street as he pulled himself up, kicking the entire way up. The slime on both of their body steamed up nicely in the cold December air, but only about half of it was from the slime itself, the other half was from their pure anger they felt bubbling inside.
"Nice going, Ray." Winston snapped as he finally stood up from the manhole, letting Kitty have a chance to climb out of the sewer. "What are you trying to do drown me?"
"Oh, you say it more like it was my fault!" Ray shouted back, slime flying everywhere as he gestured wildly. "But you were too stupid to get that belt off Kitty!"
Kitty pushed herself out of the manhole and to her feet quickly at the sound of her name being used. With her blood well passed boiling, she marched right up to Ray and Winston and joined there little shouting match.
"If you hadn't been a space cadet for five fucking minutes, maybe we could have gotten the damned thing off before we went swimming!"
"Don't yell at me, missy! We all know what if you hadn't come with us in the first place, that none of this would have happened!"
"Oh no. Of course nothing would have happened, because you're some goddamn psychic!" Kitty shouted back, getting in Ray's face. "If I wasn't here then someone else would have gone for a dip. Most likely you, meat head!"
"If you had even an ounce of brain cells in that thick skull of yours, you would have let go of the damned belt! Anyone else might have let go, but not you, princess!"
"Your right, Ray. Oh, you're always right. I'm so sorry for being a bumbling idiot, I should just listen to you all the time since you're always right, and I'm a fucking idiot!"
"You sound just like your sister." Ray said, waving off the hot head. If that was his idea of defusing the situation, it didn't work.
Kitty's eyes grew out of her head as her jaw dropped, in shock at what he'd just said to her. "You pompous asshole! I have no idea what my sister sees in you if she thinks you're anything more than a stubborn dickhead!"
"Oh shut up!"
"Angie was so much happier without you in her life – I don't know why she gave you another chance."
Kitty's words hit hard as Ray stumbled back a second. What would have been hurt and sadness almost instantly turned to rage as he balled up his fist. Winston noted the balled up fists and assumed it as at him. "What, you wanna go?"
"Yeah." Ray growled before he began throwing punches wildly, not really caring who he hit. Winston tried to defend himself, but through just as wild punches as Ray did. Neither of them had been in a fight since grade school, and it showed.
Silently, Egon went through his head as best as he could, his mind clouded with a curious amount anger that came out of no where. He wasn't angry, and yet his body told him that he was raging, pulsating with bad intentions.
He looked down at the goop between his fingers, how the slime made his fingers stick together and how he almost saw a spark run between the stick strands.
It clicked with him in an instant, right before Ray and Winston began trying to bash each others heads in.
"Wait, wait!" Egon shouted as he pulled of his own gloves and through them to the ground. He run hobbled to Ray and Winston in a violent embrace, trying to pull them apart. "Stop, stop!"
"Get your clothes off!" Egon shouted at the other three before stripping of his own yellow rain suit, exposing his red long johns to the world.
It made sense to Ray and Winston as they stopped fighting long enough to pull their suits off. Kitty too stepped out of the slime saturated rain suit, tossing it to the side as she stood in the middle of New York in nothing but a He-Man tank top and whitey-tighty underwear.
Though freezing from the lack of clothes covering her body, she still felt the heavy notion of pure anger lift from her body as each ounce of goop was shed from her body.Ray and Winston felt it too as they both stripped down to their long john's, the weight of anger lifting from them as Kitty noticed them physically stand up straight.
"Oh, Jesus, Ray." Winston was lost for words as he tried to apologies for what had just happened. "What were we doing? I was ready to kill you."
Kitty scoffed under her breath.
"It's the stuff. It's like pure concentrated evil." Ray explained as best as he knew how, grasping for words to try any explain exactly what just happened.
"And it's all flowing right to this spot." Egon said, pointing to the building behind them, adorned with carvings of cherub's small statues in the building architecture, and two big sphinxes in the front, guarding the Manhattan Museum of Art.
"This is fantastic!" Ray exclaimed, excited about the fact of hard core proof tying Vigo to the slime, and even to the museum! He gleefully ignored the part where they all tried to kill each other. He might have forgotten, but Kitty didn't. She was silent as the four of them walked back to the Ecto-One, talking about what to do now.
"We have to find Venkman." Egon said, rubbing his hand through his still goopy hair as the slime acted like hair gel. It just reminded Kitty on how much she needed a shower. Looking down at her bare legs, she also noted she'd need some pants.
"Do you remember where he said he was headed?" Winston asked as they turned a street corner, the Ecto-One illegally parked just were they'd left it.
"I can't remember. Maybe I should call Janine and Angie—"
"Herman's." Kitty said, breaking her vow of angry silence. "Angie told me they were going to place near Central Park called Herman's. It's right on the green."
"Alright, let's go!" Ray said enthusiastically as he climbed into the driver's seat, only to be ushered back out by Winston after today's car crash. He would never live that down.
"Uhh… Ray? Why don't you help Kitty find some clothes?" Winston suggested, pointing with his chin at the freezing young woman in her underwear on a New York street corner. Needless to say, it didn't look good.
Ray nodded, agreeing with Winston as he made his way to the back of the Ecto-One. He pulled open the back and began to dig through the mess that they called a car. Ray grabbed a loose proton pack and placed it in another corner of the car as he laughed.
"Hey, good thing we didn't bring the proton packs along, huh?" Ray joked, earning nothing from Kitty as she stayed silent.
The back was messy as hell. Kitty thanked her lucky stars that she didn't have to clean this too, on top of the monstrous Firehouse. Her eyes widened as he threw a bag of Grey's Papaya to another corner, looking under every nook and cranny for something to work as pants. Even if they had another jumpsuit in here, that would have helped.
The silence was killer, he thought before finding the spare work suit that Venkman would have worn had he come with them. "Ah-ha!" Ray exclaimed, pulling the bright yellow pants from underneath a pile of what Kitty would call trash. Ray called it uncategorized.
"Found it!" Ray said, handing the pair of bright yellow pants to Kitty as she silently thanked him. She still didn't look him in the eye.
"Are you okay?" Ray asked, hoping for a truthful answer and finding none as she nodded her head. She still didn't look him in the eyes.
"Is it about the fight?" Ray asked. Kitty didn't even seem to notice he had said anything. Surely that was it.
"About Winston and me fighting, or—"
"I'm sorry." Kitty interrupted, holding the pair of pants close to her body, but still not actually putting them on yet.
"For what?"
"For everything I said."
"Hey, don't worry about it. We all said some things we didn't mean." Ray said as he put his arm on Kitty's shoulder.
"Angie is a lot happier since you two got back together. I see that little glint in her eye that I hadn't seen in years."
"You see it too?" Ray said shocked. For some reason he thought he was the only one who saw that.
"Oh yeah. Angie is nuts about you. I should know, I live with the woman." Kitty joked, laughing for the first time since climbing out of the sewer.
Ray smiled before pulling Kitty into hug in the middle of the street. "Thank you." He mumbled into her hair. "I know it's been really hard on both of you. But I want you to know I'm not going anywhere."
The statement caught Kitty off guard, as she had to hold back tears she'd kept for three years. Ray pulled her away as he saw hot tears start to roll down both of her cheeks. "Kitty, what's wrong?" Ray asked innocently enough as Kitty put her hand in front of her face.
"I just…" She paused, sniffing loudly as she tried to maybe suck her tears back inside her head. "It's just-… You know, you didn't just walk out on Angie." Kitty sniffed, trying her hardest to stop the flow of tears. "You were my friend too, and you just left without saying goodbye. You don't just walk into someone's life and leave without saying goodbye."
Her tears got her another hug from Ray as he tried to comfort the girl. He absently rubbed her back as she tried to fight even more tears.
"Do you even know how rude that is?" She asked, her joke muffled in the fabric of Ray's long johns. He laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood but it didn't help. He felt like shit for leaving now, even though it was so long ago.
"I'm sorry, Kitty. I really am." Ray said, getting a nervous laugh from Kitty as he pulled away. He held her at arms length as she tried to wipe away the tears from her red eyes. "I didn't know it had bothered you."
"Well it did." Kitty said, sniffing loudly. "And you didn't even say anything that night on First Avenue. Instead you got me arrested!"
"I said I was sorry about that."
"I know, I just like bringing it up." Kitty said, getting a laugh from Ray. Her tears had dried in cold December air as Ray still hadn't let go of her forearms.
Kitty tried to think of the best way to put this, but there wasn't a way to say it without sounding terribly demanding to the person she was trying not to be pissed off at anymore.
"Ray, I'm glad we're on good terms now." She softened the blow. "But could you let go of me now, I'm fucking freezing and I can't feel my toes."
Ray laughed lightly before letting go of Kitty's arms. As if in turbo-mode, she quickly jumped into the pair of yellow plastic pants. At this point something was better than nothing as she tightened the pants around her waist by the draw string. She had pants on, but she was still fucking freezing.
"Can we go inside now?"
"Yeah, let's do that." Ray said as he ran to the side of the Ecto-One and pulled open the door. Winston started the engine quickly, getting some heat circulating in the cabin before the four of them made their way to Central Park to visit their good friend Venkman.
Coffee = Good!
First of two chapters I've finished tonight, and I ain't done.
And yes I used the word ain't.
I like it.
~pure.