I do not own Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters II, or any referances to the Ghostbusters,
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar.
The Ghostbusters waited patiently for Mayor Lenny Clotch in his den at Gracie Mansion. After getting a nice ride in a police car on the way over here, they all just kind of lounged around the den, waiting for the busy mayor to make his appearance. Surely, he'd be glad to see them, Peter thought. Since their last meeting went so well. Come on! They beat Zuul, saved the girls, and even blew up a marshmallow man – what more could you want?
The only doors leading to the den opened and closed quickly, Mayor Lenny Clotch quickly worked his way into the den. He'd gotten older since their last visit – hell, they all had – but he looked extra rough. His thinning hair even thinner, his midsection even thicker; still the same scowl on his face as his beady eyes narrowed, eying the Ghostbusters. Even though last election he had run with a pro-Ghostbusters platform, he still didn't like the idea of the Ghostbusters barging into his house when ever the hell they pleased.
The Ghostbusters noticed the extra body in the room immediately, and reacted as such.
"Lenny!"
They all rang out with their own variations on the name. Kitty smiled brightly at the man in power, a little nervous as to meeting such a valuable part of New York City.
"Ghostbusters…" The Mayor groaned, feeling a headache come along. Winston was the first to make a move, extending his hand to the Mayor, hoping that they were all on good terms. The Mayor looked at Winston's hand like a foreign object, not touching, or even looking at it for too long.
The Mayor's eyes combed the room, groaning as he jumped from one Ghostbuster to another, before his eyes settled on a young woman he'd certainly met before. Lenny looked to her curiously, eying her closely as she looked incredibly familiar. "Have we met?" The Mayor asked, suspiciously eying her while racking his brain trying to figure out who she is.
"I don't think so, Mr. Mayor."
"I'm pretty sure we have. Last time the Ghostbusters were here. You begged me to give them an audience."
"I don't think that was me, sir."
"How do you know?"
"Because, at the time, I possessed by an ancient Sumerian dog that lived in my closet."
Lenny blinked a couple time, letting the random set of words sink. Peter walked over to the Mayor and Kitty, resting his arms around Kitty's shoulders. "You're thinking of her sister, Angie. She's the one that bailed us out. Kitty, here, was uh-… Indisposed."
Lenny didn't question Peter's elegant way of putting Kitty's status at the time and instead turned to questioning their attire. Kitty, with her He-Man tank up and brightly colored pants; it was a catalyst to notice the other Ghostbusters, dressed only in long john onesies.
"What is this, a pajama party?" The Mayor asked, earning a sniveling little giggle from Hardemeyer, the same asshole that almost had Kitty and them arrested. To say that Kitty didn't like him was an understatement and she wasn't alone. It was days like this they actually missed that little rat Peck.
The Ghostbusters began to talk over each other over the state of their clothing, making it hard for the Mayor to hear any one side of the argument or plea, or whatever the hell they were doing here late at night.
"Look, I don't wanna hear anything about it. You've got two minutes. Make it good." The Mayor said as he sat in a chair, looking across the coffee table to the Ghostbusters. While the majority took the couch, Peter, Kitty, Egon; Winston and Ray stood up towering over the New York Mayor.
With a cigar in his hand, Ray licked his lips nervously, noting everyone's eyes on him. He looked around nervously before beginning with a speech that he made up on the spot, hoping that it was good enough to convince the Mayor to help them.
"Well, first of all, Mr. Mayor it's a great pleasure to see you again, and we'd just like to say that almost fifty percent of us voted for you in the last election."
"I appreciate that." The Mayor said, getting antsy with the whole presentation.
"I'm just sorry we always have to meet under these circumstances." Peter said with a smile.
"Mr. Mayor, we are here tonight because a psychomagnotheric slime flow of immense proportions in building beneath the city."
The Mayor blinked his eyes a few times.
"Psycho-what?"
"Psychomagnotheric-" Egon began, repeating the word that he guessed the Mayor had an issue with.
"Big word. Big word."
"Negative human emotions are materializing in the form of a viscous, psychoreactive plasm with explosive supernormal potential."
"Does anybody speak English here?" The Mayor pleaded. Winston stood up and walked to the Mayor's side, deciding he was going to tell them all about the slime in the easiest way possible.
"Yeah. Your Honor, see, what we're trying to tell you is like, all the bad feelings, all the hate, the anger and vibes of this city is turning into the sludge! Now, I didn't believe it at first either, but we just went for a swim in it and we ended up almost killing each other!"
"This is insane!" Little Hardemeyer said from his corner seat, having just about enough of the talk in the room. "I mean, do we really have to listen to this?"
Peter stood up from his spot on the couch and made his way over to Hardemeyer, flapping his hand in Hardemeyer's face as he asked "Can't you stop your lips from flapping for two little minutes?" Hardemeyer flipped at Peter, slapping his hand away from his face before Peter began with his speech, taking over where Ray fell short.
"Lenny, have you been out on the street lately? Do you know how weird it is out there? We've taken our own head count. There seem to be three million completely miserable assholes living in the tri-state area!"
"Oh please." Hardemeyer groaned, rolling his eyes in his head.
"I beg your pardon. Three million and one."
"Hey!"
"And what budgie-brain here doesn't realize is that if we don't do something fast, this whole place is gonna blow like a frog on a hot plate."
"Yeah, right." Hardemeyer groaned, hearing just about enough of the plan, if you could call it that, from the Ghostbusters. Luckily, The Mayor didn't believe it either.
"What am I supposed to do? Go on television and tell ten million people that had to be nice to each other?" The Mayor said, standing up from the chair and wiping his hands with the discussion. He'd heard enough and it showed on the Ghostbusters's faces as they all sunk a little, except for Peter. With one last punch to the side from the Mayor, he turned around and said "Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right. Your two minutes are up! Good-night, gentlemen."
As Lenny goes to leave the room, the Ghostbusters try a last ditch effort to try and convince him to stay and listen. New York was in danger and the only man that could help was turning a blind eye to the madness. The boys all jumped from where they were and followed the man to the closing door before Lenny slammed the door shut. To other people, this would have been a death sentence, for Peter Venkman it was an ace.
"Oh… the Times it gonna be interested in this – and you know the polls are gonna be down!" Peter said out loud, urging the guys to join him. If there was only one way to get to a Politian's heart it was through the media. The boys caught on quickly, shouting out headlines for the morning paper, the news outlet in Times Square, and maybe radio, if anybody still listened to the radio.
"Mayor Hides Slime?" Winston suggested, finding a niche that might work with the hungry press hounds around every corner.
"'Times Square Slime'?"
"Slime Square?"
"Yeah, Slime Square!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Fine, fine, fine!" Hardemeyer tried to get the attention of the Ghostbusters from their brain storming session. The boys stopped for only a moment, waiting for whatever Hardemeyer had to say.
"Now, before you go running off to the newspapers with this, would you consider telling the slime business to some of our people downtown?"
Kitty eyed the man who had been scoffing and making fun of their proposal all night. He was the last person she'd thought who'd do anything to help them, and yet he extended an olive branch. She was nervous about it, but after looking over the boys faces, she seemed to be the only one.
"It's gotta be done right away." Peter said.
Four hours later he'd be regretting those words.
"Is, like, she the killer or what?" Janine asked from the comfort of Louis's arms. The four of them sat back and watched Citizen Kane, Janine and Louis cuddled up close together on the floor while Angie and Dana took to the couch, exchanging annoyed glances in between Louis's narration of the movie to Janine.
"No. That's Rita Hayworth. She was married to Citizen Kane while they were going this thing. Then right after they finished, she dumped him for some polo player." Louis explained the movie as Janine fed them some popcorn they had popped earlier. "I don't know why beautiful girls love horses so much. Do you love horses?"
"No."
Dana looked at her thin wrist watch and noted the time as 'too late' o'clock. She understood that Janine and Louis wanted to stay behind, making sure her and the baby were okay, but they where fine! Oscar hadn't even woken up from his nap yet and she was home safe. There was no reason for them to stay over then they just simply didn't want to go home.
Angie also felt like she was imparting on Dana's alone time, but there was no way in hell that she was going to leave Dana alone with Janine and Louis. If, for whatever reason, she needed help kicking the two out then Angie would be only too glad to help. Angie's headache from that morning had come back in full force, her brain pounding against the skull with her pulse. She ignored the pain for now, but later she'd need some pain killers – fast!
"You know, you really don't have to stay. I'm sure Peter will be back soon." Dana said, looking up from her book for a moment to address the new couple in the living room.
"Oh, we don't mind." Louis said, oblivious to Dana's subtle plea for quiet. "Can you see okay?"
Sighing deeply, Dana nodded her head. "Yep."
Angie looked over to Dana, noting the annoyed look on her face. She leaned in closely, hoping that Louis and Janine didn't realize the two woman where talking.
"If you want, I'll grab Louis by the feet and you can get Janine." Angie hatched the evil plan to get them out of the apartment. "We'll just toss them out the window and hope for the best."
Smiling lightly against her lips, Dana shook her head, the plan to rich for her tastes. Besides, they weren't completely terrible. They were only completely overstaying their welcome - Nothing terribly malicious.
Dana felt a cold chill run down her back out of nowhere it seemed. She felt it first through her kinky hair, then down the back of her neck as it slowly chilled her to the core. Something was wrong; her mother's intuition was acting up again, but for what reason? Oscar hadn't moved too far in a couple of hours – what could be so wrong?
But her sickening feeling her stomach ached; the color ran from her face as she feared the worst. Something was wrong, and she just had to find out what it was.
In almost a trance like state, Dana put her book down on the coffee table and walked to the back bedroom where Angie had put little Oscar to bed. The floorboards creeks beneath her feet, showing the age of the building as she made her way to the back bedroom with worry still deep in her heart. Maybe it was a draft in the old apartment; maybe someone had left the window open somewhere – despite the would-be comforting ideas, something in the pit of her stomach told her that something was wrong.
Dana opened the bedroom door and peered in on the bed empty bed.
Oscar was gone.
"Oscar." Dana gasped at the empty bed. Pillows bunched around in a circle to ensure the child wouldn't be hurt hadn't done their job, the center of the circle of pillows was empty and Oscar was gone. This made no sense, how could this happen? Where could he go? He could barely crawl on his own, how could he just get up and leave?
Lightening cracked by the window, partially illuminating the apartment and the open window as the curtains blew without a care. Dana's eyes widened at the discovery as she dashed to the window, peeking her head out in the cold New York air.
"Oh, God! Oscar!" Dana shouted at the insane sight before her. Her young son was standing out on the ledge of Peter's apartment, his little legs stretched out and supporting himself as he gnawed on his fingers, looking out at the New York skyline.
This was insane!
"Angie! Louis!" Dana called out, all without taking her eyes off of her son as she climbed up on the ledge.
Louis jumped up immediately, hinting at the tone in Dana's desperate voice as he raced to the bedroom. "What?"
"It's Oscar!" Dana shouted again before crawling hand over hand out on the ledge. Louis and Angie ran to the bedroom just in time to watch as Dana's foot escaped out of view. Pure curiosity got to them as both Louis and Angie peeked their heads' out the window, watching Louis hover several stories above the busy city.
Louis turned to Janine and shouted "Call 911 right now!" And Janine followed diligently, searching franticly for a phone.
Dana carefully crawled out on the cement ledge, trying her hardest not to look down at the busy city streets. She focused on her hand placement and her son as he stood completely still, despite the nasty wind of the penthouse apartment.
Oscar didn't budge, he didn't move; he didn't even cry as he just stood there outside in his Winnie the Pooh onesie.
Out of the horizon, Dana thought she'd just seen an airplane without its lights on over the busy city. As it got closer, the form began to take shape and it wasn't until it was almost on top of them that she noticed the form was that of an old nanny. The 18th century hair and buggy looked like a Mary Poppins reject as it flew through the nights sky. "Oh no!" Dana cried as she tried to get closer and closer, but always a step behind where she wanted to be.
As the form got closer, she could make out a cape fluttering behind her and a face of the little strange man that ran her department at the museum. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head as the ghost nanny got closer to the building, faster than Dana could ever go.
The form's eyes glow crimson, ignoring Dana's pleads from the ledge as its arm stretched out, grabbing young Oscar and placing him in the ghost buggy. "No! No! No!" Dana cried to the ghost, pleading heavily as Oscar began to cry in the buggy.
"NO!"
Like a bolt of lightening, the ghost nanny and the buggy with little Oscar in side screamed across the sky, fading back out into Uptown. Dana couldn't believe it; she stayed there for a moment thinking of what was going on and why the ghost wanted her baby. She was so close, and now Oscar was gone, taken by a ghost of all things.
She made her way back inside, still in a fog from the vision she's witnessed. Dana kicked her legs back into Peter's apartment, passed a stunned and confused Louis and Angie. "That was a ghost!" Louis stuttered, in shock himself over the sight. Angie thought she should be used to it, but was almost as shocked herself when she'd seen the little creep in the nanny costume.
"No, no, that was Janosz." Dana said as she walked through the apartment in a daze, Angie and Louis followed close behind.
"What's happening?" Janine asked as she got off the phone with the 911 who told her that a ghost nanny wasn't there jurisdiction and not to call again.
"What should we do?"
"Where's the baby?"
The gears in Dana's head were turning at a frantic pace, cranking out idea after idea of what could have happened to Oscar before it hit her. With everything that the boys said during diner about the museum and now Janosz stealing Oscar, there was only one place he could have gone.
"The Museum!" Dana shouted, grabbing her coat from the coat hanger beside the door, she quickly threw it over her shoulders. Angie gritted her teeth, knowing she was going to regret this but throwing caution to the wind as she grabbed her winter coat from around the kitchen chair. "I'm coming with." Angie said definitively as she slipped her arms through the sleeves of the coat. Dana didn't argue, just simply nodded as she grabbed her pocket book and made her way out the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I've got to get my baby!" Dana shouted from the hallway before Angie closed the door behind them.
After the hustle and bustle from the kidnapping, the apartment seemed quiet again, this time eerie and unnerving. Louis looked to Janine with worry in his eyes, they couldn't do much by simply sitting here and twiddling their thumbs. They needed action, they needed help.
"We've gotta find the guys."
Sorry it's been a while since I've updated.
Lots on my mind as of late. My worries and doubts can't seem to take a hint and let me work.
But enough bitching - time to get to work.
I hope you enjoyed!
~pure.