Four green jets of light fired from the same direction of the voice, which was about six feet behind us, off to the left. The streams zapped Armageddon, and the demon vanished in a wisp of vapor.

The five of us just stood there, dumbstruck. We had been on the brink of life and death and then suddenly...poof! The destroyer just randomly disappeared? It sounded like the ending to a Stephen King novel, or some high school kid's lame online fanfiction. Peter, Ray, Egon, Winston, and I all slowly turned around to face our guardian angels.

And it was...our kids?

Jeremy Venkman grinned triumphantly and high fived Eddie Stantz, standing to his left. "Nice job, Eddie!" He brandished the strange gun-looking device in his hand. "These Ecto-Porters of yours work great!"

"Aw, I didn't do it alone," Eddie said modestly. "I couldn't have done it without Alice here. You're really smart, you know that?"

"Thanks, but you were the one who designed these tools," admitted Alice. "And Graham, your aim was superb."

Graham shrugged. "We shoot guns a lot in ROTC."

Jeremy turned to my daughter. "Alice, none of this would have happened if you hadn't brought us all together. Thanks."

Alice reddened. "Uh, thanks, Jeremy...and thank you for believing me about this."

Jeremy smiled bashfully. "You're welcome."

Winston nonchalantly cleared his throat. The kids looked up, as if they had forgotten we were there. I just knew what they were thinking: Busted.

"Kids, what are you doing here?" asked Ray.

"We came to help, Dad," Eddie explained."I, eh, overheard you on the phone about the PKE levels."

"And then, Alice introduced us to each other," added Graham.

"So we decided we'd come and help with the crisis," Alice concluded.

"But where did you get those weapons?" Egon asked curiously.

"Eddie built them. They were based on your designs, Dr. Spengler," Alice replied.

"But like I said, Alice helped too, sir," Eddie piped up. "They teleport ethereal beings back to the ghost dimension. Not as permenent as the old trap-and-contain routine, but it's best for primal spirits."

Egon raised his eyebrows, obviously impressed.

"Hey, Alice," said Jeremy, turning to my daughter. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Alice. "What is it, Jeremy?"

Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well I was just wondering...uh, do you want to go to that end-of-the-year dance with me?"

Alice's cheeks turned pink. "Yeah...I'd like that a lot."

Jeremy smiled shyly.

"Who'da thunk it, Venkman," I joked to Peter. "Your son and my daughter?"

"I know," said Peter, shaking his head. "I thought I taught him better than that." I punched his shoulder.

Ray strode over to his son and pulled him into a bear hug. "Kid, you don't know how proud I am of you. Your mother would've been proud."

"Aw thanks, Dad. I just hope I can be as awesome as you are someday," replied Eddie.

"It's all so sweet I could hurl," I muttered to Egon.

Egon chuckled a little.

"The thing is," I continued cautiously, my heart beginning to thump. "Where's our happy ending?"

Egon slowly turned to look at me, eyes widened.

"See, um," I stuttered. "I mean, I know this is about twenty years out of context, and after all this time I really don't deserve it, and I can't believe I didn't realize the way I felt sooner, but the thing is that I...that I'm, uh...I'm-"

Egon cut me off by placing a finger to my lips. "Jenny," he whispered. "You don't have to say it."

I shook my head. "Yes. Yes, I do...Egon Spengler," I took a deep breath. "I love you."

A small smile spread across Egon's face. Not the excited kind he got when he was working on a science project. Not the determined kind he got when we were saving the world. Not the smug kind he got when he made his occasional joke. Not even the compassionate kind he saved for when he knew it was just what I needed to brighten my day. I never seen a smile of the like on his face before. It was ecstatic and humble and terrified and liberated and demure all at the same time. It was beautiful and wonderful and I was pretty sure I was smiling the same way too.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry I never noticed."

"You were worth the wait," my scientist murmured. "And I love you too."

The two of us slowly leaned our heads toward each other's. "Let's not clunk our heads together this time, okay?" I whispered.

Egon laughed. "That's a deal."

Then we closed the remaining space between us and our lips met.

Mrs. Haversham, you were so right.

Alice
I watched my mom and Dr. Spengler kiss. As sweet as it was, it was also a little unnerving. I cleared my throat after about five seconds. "Uh, Mom?"

Mom abruptly pulled away from Dr. Spengler. "Oh. Sorry," she said a little sheepishly. But I could tell she was trying not to grin. Dr. Spengler was blushing a little himself. I'd figured he wasn't exactly the type to kiss girls in front of people...or at all, really.

Dr. Venkman was chuckling up a storm. "'Bout time, Brainiac," he called.

Mom gasped as she whirled around to look at him. "You knew?"

"Uh, Jennifer? We all knew," Mr. Zeddemore piped up.

Mom's mouth dropped a little as she turned back to Dr. Spengler. "God...how long?" she asked him.

"Er...you remember when you told me that you thought nerds were cool?" Dr. Spengler said kind of awkwardly.

"Oh no!" My mother kind of laughed and hugged Dr. Spengler. "Oh Egon, I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

Egon smiled contentedly and hugged her back. "Like I said, you were worth the wait."

"Nobody's worth that long," Mom disagreed.

"You don't realize how great you are," Egon retorted.

"Yo, Dork-eo and Juliet," Dr. Venkman cut in, "If you two haven't noticed, we've attracted an audience."

The nine of us all turned around to find that a fair sized crowd had gathered and they were all staring at, ghouly-eyed.

"Oh...uh...hello," said Dr. Stantz stiffly. "As you all probably know already, we're the Ghostbusters."

The crowd screamed with delight. "Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!" they chanted excitedly.

Dr. Stantz waved them down. "Thank you. It's nice to see that we still have some fans over the years."

"Excuse me," called a reporter from the mass. "But are we to assume that you're back in operation?"

Dr. Venkman, Dr. Stantz, Mr. Zeddemore, Dr. Spengler, and my mom all looked at each other. The five of them burst into laughter. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that we're getting too old for Ghostbusting," said Mom.

"Besides," Dr. Spengler piped up, "it would appear that we're no longer needed. It seems that we have some very capable apprentices on our hands to take over our business." The five original Ghostbusters turned their heads to Eddie, Graham, Jeremy, and me.

My eyes widened. "Wait...you mean us?"

"Well, with a little training," said Dr. Stantz, scrutinizing us, "I think you four could be top-notch Ghostbusters."

"Really?" gasped Eddie. "We get to be Ghostbusters?"

Our parents nodded. Eddie raised his arms in victory. "This is the BEST DAY EVER!" The crowd laughed.

"I've got a great idea," said Mr. Zeddemore. "Why don't we all head down to the firehouse, you know, for old time's sake?"

"I'd like that," said Mom, nodding. "I've missed the old place a lot."

"Well, let's go, people!" Dr. Venkman exclaimed. "Let's have a party while we're at it!"

"Yeah," agreed Mom, gazing up at Dr. Spengler, a small smile on her face. "To celebrate our family coming back together again."

The crowd cheered.

The nine of us started walking back to the Ectomobile. But Jeremy stopped me and let the others get ahead. "What is it?" I asked.

Jeremy smiled at me, those gorgeous blue eyes twinkling. My knees felt a little weak as he took my hands. "Just didn't want to do this with everybody staring."

He bent down a little and kissed my cheek. I felt my face turn red as I blurted out a very un-introverted thing to say: "I think you can do better than that."

Jeremy grinned. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

It was funny. Just four days ago, I was just some genius reject chick at my school. Now, a very sweet and cute boy liked me, and I was a junior Ghostbuster besides. A photo album sure can change everything, can't it?

"Come on," Jeremy said after we'd pulled apart. "They're probably gonna come back and give us hell if we don't catch up."

I smiled and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."

We started to walk away, but suddenly, I heard a cold, whispery voice: I shall return.

I froze. Jeremy's head snapped back to me. "What is it?"

I gave him a curious look. "You didn't hear that?"

"No," said Jeremy, shrugging. "Hear what?"

I shook my head slightly. "It's nothing. Let's just go."

And so we walked out of Central Park, hand in hand.

Aw, I just love this chapter. Everybody's happy, and there's even a little suspense at the end!

You know, I feel like there should be some short romantic scene at the end of this story between Jennifer and Egon. I mean, yes, they just had their big kiss moment, but I feel like everyone would want that just to satify their Egonnifer craving.

Oh God, now I'm giving them a celeb couple name? Truthfully, when I started GB+Me, I didn't even want to follow this Egon/OC romance fanfiction cliche, but that's how it turned out anyway. I was originally gonna have Alex come back or something. But then I realized, no, Alex should be a cheating scumbag and Jennifer should be with one of the guys...hey, how about Egon? Now I'm a trend follower. Grr! Whatever, you know you all liked it. Besides, if I could choose any Ghostbusters to date, it would probably be Egon, because he's so cool. (Am I the only one who has noticed that Egon's kind of a lady's man? I mean, watch Real Ghostbusters sometime. Some girl is always hitting on him. And of course, Egon never notices. Maybe girls find Egon's shyness around them endearing? I don't know.)

Anyway, comment if you want that romantic scene. And if you want GB+Me Part 4! 'Cause otherwise, the GB+Me series is over! The end?