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27 May 2009 @ 06:59 pm
Fan Fiction | The Real Ghostbusters ~ "Man in the Mirror"  
Fandom: Real Ghostbusters
Title: "Man in the Mirror"
Author: Dash O'Pepper*
(*This was originally written under another handle sometime in the late '90s for a "missing scene" challenge on the old Real Ghostbusters list at eGroups. It was briefly posted on someone's RGB site, but it no longer seems to be there.)
Genre: Gen
Rating: All
Spoilers: None
Summary: The reflections of a Ghostbuster.
Warning: None
Length: Under 500 words
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: The Real Ghostbusters is a registered trademark of DiC Enterprises and Columbia Pictures Television. All Rights Reserved. Bewitched is a registered trademark of Ashmont Productions and Screen-Gems Television. All Rights Reserved. This work of fan fiction is not meant in any way to infringe on copyrights already held by these companies and/or their subsidiaries.
Notes: This is a missing scene for the second season episode Janine Melnitz: Ghostbuster (#2.12), written by Michael Reaves.

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Time has no meaning in limbo.

Was it hours or days since their battle with Atlas? There was no way of telling.

As a child he'd often wondered what it was like on the other side of the looking glass. It was one thing to dream it, another to live it.

Only Ray could find a parallel between their situation and an episode of Bewitched, which he had painstakingly recited down to the last credit on the Screen-Gems logo.

Well, there wasn't going to be any beautiful blonde witch coming to their rescue.

No one knows where we are, he thought. And no one without some paranormal or psychic background was likely to find them before Proteus brought forth Apocalypse.

Coldly, logically, dispassionately, he saw the city's demise. He didn't have to imagine it. The elder god played his vision of Armageddon across the scrying surface of the mirrors that reflected their imprisonment.

How many times could one view such horror before becoming desensitised to it?

He thought of his family, his friends; he had failed them all. The creeping tide of despair was beginning to grow within him. It was what Proteus wanted, and he couldn't allow that emotion a voice.

The images on the glass stood still, glowing brighter with an almost eldritch quality, until he could no longer bear to watch.

The unexpected sound of an explosion made him look toward its source.

That was no blonde-haired witch, but at the moment she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Fearless, determined, an inner fire burning inside her that he had never noticed before. The ill-fitting uniform did nothing to diminish her figure or her strength.

"Janine!" he shouted.

"What are you guys doin' in that mirror? Is Lewis Carroll in there with you?" Her concern was for the team, but her eyes were definitely focused on only one of them.

"Janine get out of here while you still can," said Egon.

"Nothin' doin'. We're here to rescue you."

Not a trace of hesitation in her voice, he noted. Big guy, I hope you know just how lucky you are.

~ Fin ~

© 2009 Dash O'Pepper