Post by sayersong on Aug 21, 2006 12:16:04 GMT -4
A/N: Thought I would just jump in and share my ghostbuster fanfic. I have more written than this, but thought I would do it in chapters of 2, so that I do not over-load the board with my brillance . hehehehe. Sorry, just a little humor there. Seriously though, I am doing it by chapters of two to give people a significant chance to read and review without feeling overloaded themselves. That being said, here are the normal ...
Disclaimers:
I do not now, nor have I ever owned ANYTHING from the GB (or in this case the RGB) universe (though I hope to rectify the situation when I achieve world dominance). Therefore these nice young men and their secretary and ghost are property to someone else, whose name I have long since forgotten. I DO own Victoria Alderat and Jasper though, as well as a few other characters unique to my story and plot line.
Please read and review at will. Thanks!
SayerSong
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Ghost Lover
By SayerSong (aka Ormandria)
Chapter 1: Arrival
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“There!” Winston exclaimed as he pushed himself out from under Ecto-1. “All finished.”
“Good,” replied Ray, letting the hood fall back into place. “I’d hate to get caught out on the freeway and have her drop the transmission on us again.”
“Wouldn’t have happened in the first place if someone had actually been paying attention to where they were going,” Winston let his voice carry across the room to where Peter sat at Janine’s desk, reading a magazine.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. They should really post signs around if they’re going to do road construction.”
“They did!” Ray and Winston spoke in unison.
Sighing Ray looked over at Winston. “And he wonders why we don’t let him drive more often,” he said.
“I’m back!” Janine called, coming through the front door. “Can someone help me here?”
“Here, I got it.” Winston took some of the bags that were overloading her arms and began to head for the stairs.
“Gee, Janine,” Ray remarked. “Are you sure you didn’t over do it a bit?”
“Egon wanted me to make sure that we had the fridge stocked. And you know how Slimer likes to eat everything in sight. I had to make sure that we had more then enough.”
“Yeah, I guess so. He’s really excited about Victoria’s visit, isn’t he?”
“Are you kidding?” Peter piped in, laying his magazine down on the desk. “All he’s talked about for the last two weeks was her visit. Or haven’t you heard?”
“Well he’s proud of her, ya know,” shrugged Janine. “She’s his favorite cousin and if everything goes well with this trip she’ll be doing her post-graduate study at his Alma-mater.”
“Boy, she must be pretty smart if she can get into Egon’s Alma-Mater,” Ray commented as he grabbed a bag of pretzels from one of the grocery bags that Janine was still holding. She glared at him, pulling the rest of the sacks out of his reach.
“According to Egon she’s a mechanical engineering genius.”
“So she’s either really ugly, or she has the personality of a toadstool,” Peter grimaced.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” said Janine. “This is the first time I’ve ever met the girl.”
“I just wish Egon would get this excited about seeing me,” she added under her breath.
“Oh don’t worry Janine,” Peter put his arm around the secretary in mock sympathy. “We’re always excited to see you. Right, Ray?”
“Um. Right! Especially when you bring food!”
“How wonderful of both of you,” she replied, her voice laden with sarcasm.
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Egon was just putting the final touches on his new invention when Janine brought the rest of the groceries up. She placed the sacks on the counter and walked back toward Egon. Slimer was busy yelling enthusiastically at a TV car chase and Winston was no where in sight. Janine could only assume that he had gone to take a quick shower to get the grease and oil off of himself.
“What is that?” she asked, looking at the odd contraption.
“It’s an ecto-plasm wave de-amplifier.”
“An ecto-plasm what?” she asked, confused.
“An ecto-plasm wave de-amplifier. You remember that class 10 we fought last week?”
“Oh, you mean the one that nearly ripped me in two and had poor Slimer crying for his mommy ?”
“That’s the one,” Egon replied. “It took us three days to catch it and that was almost three days too long. Well, this little device takes a ghosts ecto-signature and decreases the amount of ecto-plasm output that said ghost can produce. With it, theoretically speaking, we should be able to weaken any ghost that proves to be a problem, making it that much easier to catch.”
Janine felt herself blush. It had not been much, but that one little statement from Egon was enough to let her know that he did indeed care. He tightened the last screw in place before looking up at the groceries on the counter.
“Oh good, you got the shopping done.”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “We should have enough to feed an army for about a month.”
“Which means that between Peter, Ray and Slimer, it should last two days,” Egon finished for her.
“Yup.”
Egon looked up at the clock and noticed the late time. “Shoot. I’d better get cleaned up. Victoria will be here within the hour.”
Suddenly a loud crash, followed by a string of curses rang out downstairs. Looking at each other in surprise, Egon and Janine ran for the stairs to find out what was wrong, with Slimer close on their tale.
“Get it Peter!” Ray called out from behind Ecto-1.
“You get it Ray!” Peter called out from behind his desk. Egon saw that the lockers had been pushed over, making it almost impossible to get to the packs, let alone the traps. Meanwhile a large blue blur was flying erratically around the room knocking over almost everything that it came in contact with. A strange noise emanated from it, not unlike the noise a cat might make if its tale was being ripped out.
It flew at the two people and one ghost on the stairs, leaving them to try leaping out of the way. Janine fell to her knees instinctively, while Egon jumped from the stairs onto the floor below. Slimer was the only one that did not get out of the way in time. The blur collided with him and both ghosts disappeared through the back of the stairs.
“What was that thing?” Egon asked Peter, who had crawled around to him.
“Some blue slime-ball,” he retorted.
“It came in, saw us and freaked out,” Ray added from his hiding spot. “We didn’t even have a chance to react before it started trashing the place.”
“Well we need to find it and capture it before Victoria gets here!” Egon exclaimed.
“Actually,” came a fairly amused feminine voice from the front of the firehouse. “Victoria is already here.”
Everyone raised slowly from there desks to see a slim young woman with long blonde hair that had been pulled back in a ponytail. Thin gold-hoop earrings accented the length of her neck. She stood almost as tall as Egon, but that and the hair were where the resemblance ended. She wore tight-fitted blue jeans and a semi-casual white blouse. There was an easy-going manner about her as she eyed the group decisively.
“And,” she continued, ignoring Peter’s sudden puppy-dog look of love. “That blue slime-ball, as you so quaintly put it, is Jasper…. My ghost.”
She surveyed the damage around her and shrugged apologetically. “Sorry about the damage.”
Disclaimers:
I do not now, nor have I ever owned ANYTHING from the GB (or in this case the RGB) universe (though I hope to rectify the situation when I achieve world dominance). Therefore these nice young men and their secretary and ghost are property to someone else, whose name I have long since forgotten. I DO own Victoria Alderat and Jasper though, as well as a few other characters unique to my story and plot line.
Please read and review at will. Thanks!
SayerSong
______________________________________________
Ghost Lover
By SayerSong (aka Ormandria)
Chapter 1: Arrival
____________________________________________
“There!” Winston exclaimed as he pushed himself out from under Ecto-1. “All finished.”
“Good,” replied Ray, letting the hood fall back into place. “I’d hate to get caught out on the freeway and have her drop the transmission on us again.”
“Wouldn’t have happened in the first place if someone had actually been paying attention to where they were going,” Winston let his voice carry across the room to where Peter sat at Janine’s desk, reading a magazine.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. They should really post signs around if they’re going to do road construction.”
“They did!” Ray and Winston spoke in unison.
Sighing Ray looked over at Winston. “And he wonders why we don’t let him drive more often,” he said.
“I’m back!” Janine called, coming through the front door. “Can someone help me here?”
“Here, I got it.” Winston took some of the bags that were overloading her arms and began to head for the stairs.
“Gee, Janine,” Ray remarked. “Are you sure you didn’t over do it a bit?”
“Egon wanted me to make sure that we had the fridge stocked. And you know how Slimer likes to eat everything in sight. I had to make sure that we had more then enough.”
“Yeah, I guess so. He’s really excited about Victoria’s visit, isn’t he?”
“Are you kidding?” Peter piped in, laying his magazine down on the desk. “All he’s talked about for the last two weeks was her visit. Or haven’t you heard?”
“Well he’s proud of her, ya know,” shrugged Janine. “She’s his favorite cousin and if everything goes well with this trip she’ll be doing her post-graduate study at his Alma-mater.”
“Boy, she must be pretty smart if she can get into Egon’s Alma-Mater,” Ray commented as he grabbed a bag of pretzels from one of the grocery bags that Janine was still holding. She glared at him, pulling the rest of the sacks out of his reach.
“According to Egon she’s a mechanical engineering genius.”
“So she’s either really ugly, or she has the personality of a toadstool,” Peter grimaced.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” said Janine. “This is the first time I’ve ever met the girl.”
“I just wish Egon would get this excited about seeing me,” she added under her breath.
“Oh don’t worry Janine,” Peter put his arm around the secretary in mock sympathy. “We’re always excited to see you. Right, Ray?”
“Um. Right! Especially when you bring food!”
“How wonderful of both of you,” she replied, her voice laden with sarcasm.
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Egon was just putting the final touches on his new invention when Janine brought the rest of the groceries up. She placed the sacks on the counter and walked back toward Egon. Slimer was busy yelling enthusiastically at a TV car chase and Winston was no where in sight. Janine could only assume that he had gone to take a quick shower to get the grease and oil off of himself.
“What is that?” she asked, looking at the odd contraption.
“It’s an ecto-plasm wave de-amplifier.”
“An ecto-plasm what?” she asked, confused.
“An ecto-plasm wave de-amplifier. You remember that class 10 we fought last week?”
“Oh, you mean the one that nearly ripped me in two and had poor Slimer crying for his mommy ?”
“That’s the one,” Egon replied. “It took us three days to catch it and that was almost three days too long. Well, this little device takes a ghosts ecto-signature and decreases the amount of ecto-plasm output that said ghost can produce. With it, theoretically speaking, we should be able to weaken any ghost that proves to be a problem, making it that much easier to catch.”
Janine felt herself blush. It had not been much, but that one little statement from Egon was enough to let her know that he did indeed care. He tightened the last screw in place before looking up at the groceries on the counter.
“Oh good, you got the shopping done.”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “We should have enough to feed an army for about a month.”
“Which means that between Peter, Ray and Slimer, it should last two days,” Egon finished for her.
“Yup.”
Egon looked up at the clock and noticed the late time. “Shoot. I’d better get cleaned up. Victoria will be here within the hour.”
Suddenly a loud crash, followed by a string of curses rang out downstairs. Looking at each other in surprise, Egon and Janine ran for the stairs to find out what was wrong, with Slimer close on their tale.
“Get it Peter!” Ray called out from behind Ecto-1.
“You get it Ray!” Peter called out from behind his desk. Egon saw that the lockers had been pushed over, making it almost impossible to get to the packs, let alone the traps. Meanwhile a large blue blur was flying erratically around the room knocking over almost everything that it came in contact with. A strange noise emanated from it, not unlike the noise a cat might make if its tale was being ripped out.
It flew at the two people and one ghost on the stairs, leaving them to try leaping out of the way. Janine fell to her knees instinctively, while Egon jumped from the stairs onto the floor below. Slimer was the only one that did not get out of the way in time. The blur collided with him and both ghosts disappeared through the back of the stairs.
“What was that thing?” Egon asked Peter, who had crawled around to him.
“Some blue slime-ball,” he retorted.
“It came in, saw us and freaked out,” Ray added from his hiding spot. “We didn’t even have a chance to react before it started trashing the place.”
“Well we need to find it and capture it before Victoria gets here!” Egon exclaimed.
“Actually,” came a fairly amused feminine voice from the front of the firehouse. “Victoria is already here.”
Everyone raised slowly from there desks to see a slim young woman with long blonde hair that had been pulled back in a ponytail. Thin gold-hoop earrings accented the length of her neck. She stood almost as tall as Egon, but that and the hair were where the resemblance ended. She wore tight-fitted blue jeans and a semi-casual white blouse. There was an easy-going manner about her as she eyed the group decisively.
“And,” she continued, ignoring Peter’s sudden puppy-dog look of love. “That blue slime-ball, as you so quaintly put it, is Jasper…. My ghost.”
She surveyed the damage around her and shrugged apologetically. “Sorry about the damage.”