Author: deepfathom PM
A run-in with some kitchen poltergeists brings intersting results...Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor - Words: 557 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8042568
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*Hi everybody. Just thought I'd drop in a little one-shot to pass the time while I wait for my "Something Wicked This Way Comes" muse to get off her butt and do something productive.
Janine paused from her typing to nervously nibble a fingernail. Sighing, she sat back in her desk chair, wondering if she was worrying over nothing. After all, the Ghostbusters had saved the world from the forces of evil before now…how much trouble could a few poltergeists in a kitchen be? But the boys had been gone for almost two hours. Two hours too long.
The phone rang, abruptly jerking Janine out of her thoughts and making her jump about a foot in the air.
"Ghostbusters!" she gasped after snatching it up. Then she deflated a little as she realized it wasn't the guys checking in, just another customer. She found a piece of paper and jotted down the information. "Right, I'll send'em over later today."
The receiver plunked back down onto its base.
Where were they?
"They're fine," Janine said out loud, trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong.
For the next hour, she organized her desk, filed some important documents, and wrote up a couple long-neglected invoices, all in the hopes of taking her mind off that gnawing uneasiness. She was just about to consider starting on Peter's desk when the garage doors at the front of the Firehouse opened and Ecto-1 pulled in.
Janine jumped up, secretly grateful she didn't actually have to dig into the mess in Peter's office area, but mostly ecstatic to see the Ghostbusters back home. She was about to run up and hug each and every one of them in turn as they emerged from the car, but stopped at the sight of the sticky purple goo smeared all over them.
Ray wiped a bit of the slime from his forehead with a finger, then stuck it in his mouth, grinning happily.
Janine nearly dry-heaved. "Ugh! Ray that's disgusting! Don't eat that, you don't know where it's been!" She made to grab Ray's hand and pull his finger out of his mouth, but Egon caught her wrist.
"Don't worry, it was in a jar until we blew it up so it's completely sanitary."
"A jar?" Janine raised an eyebrow.
"It's grape jelly."
Janine barely concealed a snort of laughter. "Alright, what really happened?"
"It was great!" exclaimed Ray. "You shoulda seen it! The poltergeists got into everything! There was cereal all over, pots and pans flying around—"
"Don't forget the stove that nearly ate you, Ray," added a very disgruntled-looking Peter from under his own layer of purple jelly.
"Yeah…" Ray sighed, "that part was a little much, but it was nothing compared to the toaster…"
"Toaster?" Janine asked, grinning from ear-to-ear now.
Winston raised a hand. "You don't wanna know. All I'll say is I got crumbs in places crumbs shouldn't be… It's gonna take me at least a week to empty out my suit!"
"Breakfast's on me, fellas!" Ray called cheerfully, heading for the stairs. "What'll it be?"
"Anything…" grumbled Peter as they all followed, "but toast."