I don't own Ghostbusters.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar.
The Statue of Liberty was a noble sign in this country, she had welcomed the immigrants that came through Ellis Island for centuries, and kicked a little ass of the side. Returned back to her pedestal on Liberty Island, the Statue was able to resume her day job as tourist attraction and national monument alike.
Commotion around the island surfaced as numerous news organizations, media outlets, and government officials hurried about, trying to get everything ready for the massive welcome back party for the Statue and an official 'Thank You' to the Ghostbusters for saving New York once again. Different caterers and party planners had been working weeks for this event, only to have everything go wrong the day of, leading to the hysteria.
The four Ghostbusters, with their fellow honored guests including Dana, Janine and Louis, and Kitty and Angie, all walked around Liberty Island, taking in the sight of the beautiful statue.
"Pretty impressive, huh?" Venkman said with a whistle as he eyed the statue from the ground. A different view than he was used too, but the Mayor (and Angie) told him no joyrides in the statue.
"It's probably the first thing my grandparents saw when they came to this country." Egon said to no one in particular as his neck craned toward the green statue.
"From where – Neptune?"
Egon glared over at Venkman, learning that it was a joke and that you are supposed to laugh at jokes – even when they're not funny.
"They came from Ostrov in Eastern Poland."
"Ostrov? I've been there. Good party town." Peter mused, his arm wrapping around the shoulders of Dana.
Ray was in a similar mood. With his arms wrapped around Angie's waist, and most importantly her belly, he began to think back to his family history; what he'd be sharing in only a few months.
"My great-grandparents were Swiss. I still have the pictures they took of the statue from the boat when they arrived." He mused as Angie smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder, in ultimate bliss.
"Oh, right, you told me that. They came to America seeking other kinds of cheese, as I recall." Peter said quickly.
"Our Grandparents came over from Germany." Kitty said, leaning up against the guardrail as she looked out to the choppy sea. "They were escaping from Eastern Europe for sympathizing. They would have been killed had they not come here."
"To think, your and Egon's grandparents might have been on the same boat." Peter mused without really thinking too well. It was almost a romantic notion, the idea that even their ancestors had known each other, met, became friends even.
"What about you Winston?" Angie asked, from the security of Ray's arms around her waist.
"My people weren't taking any pictures from those slave ships, man. And there wasn't any Statue in Charleston Harbor to welcome them, either." Winston said with a bit of bite, bringing down the mood with white guilt. "What are you, Dana?"
"Miss Blue Blood? Her family's been here since year 12."
"That's not true. It was 1620."
"Same difference."
"What's your story, Pete?" Ray asked, trying to finish up the line of Ghostbusters, but also genuinely wanting to know what made up a man like Peter Venkman.
"Me? I'm a little of everything. Some Irish, some German, some French, Dutch – the women in my family slept around. And that's what made this country great."
"So that explains it –" Angie said quickly after Peter 'story', if you could call it that.
"That's a terrible thing to say, Peter." Dana said, sounding as if she was appalled, but still stayed in his arms.
"So what? It's a free country." Peter said as he looked up at the statue staring out over the ocean, the determined face confident in this country, even when we aren't.
With a wink, Peter Venkman smiled at the statue.
"Thanks, Lib."
The rest of the day seemed to go off without a hitch. The caterers got everything under control, the press had gotten the camera's working, and even the Mayor, after about three anti-anxiety pills, was able to go on TV, helping make the Ghostbusters out to be the heroes.
In a surprise to them and the press, the mayor presented them with a key to the City of New York. The large oversized gold key was at least a good ten – twelve pounds. Peter held it in his arms, struggling not to drop the damn thing. He ran around with a fifty pound pack on his back and he couldn't carry a ten pound key? This was definitely going on the wall.
"You're telling me I have to power to lock every New Yorker out of their houses?" Peter joked, getting a live-audience style laugh. "That's too much power, even for me."
The boys all took turns thanking the people of New York for their support and even gave a reassuring notion:
"Thank you Mister Mayor. When we started this company, we didn't think that we'd been even close to where we are now. Hell, we didn't even really believe in this ghost stuff ourselves. A lot has changed over the years, but we have always done what's best, and we've always done what's right. I can't tell you what's going to happen in the future, but I can say that we're all very excited for the future. We will continue to serve the greater New York area, and save the city from Sumerian demi-gods and psychopathic tyrants for years to come.
Where there are ghosts, there will always be the Ghostbusters."
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold,
They're called the Ghostbusters and they're in control.
Had'em throwin' a party for a bunch of children,
While all the while the slime was under the building.
So they packed up their group, got a grip, came equipped,
Grabbed their proton pack off their and they split.
Found about Vigo, the master of evil,
Try to battle my boys? That's not legal.
I love you guys.
Thank you for pushing me through this monster of a series.
That's one year of my life I'm not getting back.
(And I wouldn't trade it for anything)
I seriously love you guys.
Thank you.
~pure.