[Jazz Spektor]

3:45 AM

Groaning, Jazz rolled out of bed. Another night of vomiting…lovely. Her bare feet padded across the floor, to the communal bathroom next to the kitchen. If she was going to lose her cookies, she’s rather do it in a community place…in case she needed help. The light flicked on, and she knelt over the toilet, heaving for all she was worth…

This had been going on for a few weeks now. Fucking stomach bug… She was falling behind on busts thanks to this thing. She’d missed 2 just yesterday…she had simply been too exhausted and far too weak to go along. She seriously hated that…

As she finished, she wiped her mouth off, and hit the handle to flush. She moved to the sink, and rinsed the taste out of her mouth, before groaning and heading into the kitchen, grabbing a can of Ginger Ale and some crackers, and curling on the couch a moment later, popping Beetlejuice in and hunkering down for a late, LATE night of vomit and soda…

4:15 AM

Oh shit…here we go again…30 minutes…lovely. She paused the movie real fast, then as fast as she could, she got up and bolted for the bathroom. She barely made it before she lost it again, frantically trying to hold her hair out of her face. As her stomach contents spilled into the bowl, she leaned against the toilet seat.

“You really should try some stomach medicine, Jazz…if you keep vomiting every night you will simply keep getting weaker…” the weary voice of Egon said, as he grabbed her hair and held it back.

“I know...I can’t help this. I wish I could kick this damn stomach bug…” she said, as another wave hit her and she heaved over the toilet again.

“Well…you need to do something. It’s getting dangerous for your health. If you haven’t stopped vomiting by tomorrow night, I’m going to insist you go to a doctor. As an employer and a friend, you understand me? I don’t want you sick, Ray doesn’t want you sick, and you’ll be shocked but Peter doesn’t want you sick either. And we can’t have you down for busts like you have been.” He said, as she nodded, her pale face coming over the rim of the toilet.

“I got it, Egon. Thanks…” she said, as he nodded, flushing for her as he helped her up.

“No problem Jazz. You need to try and sleep…” he said, and she shook her head. “No…I’ll just lose my….food again. I think it’s best if I stay on the couch.” She said, before rinsing her mouth out, and he nodded.

“Ok. I’ll be in the guy’s room, as usual. If you get worse, you call me in there, you understand?” he said, and she nodded. “Ok Egon.” She said as he trodded sleepily back to the men’s rooms.

5:45 AM

Loudly groaning, she hit pause on Guitar Hero, and bolted for the bathroom again, this time, working hard to be quieter so as not to wake the guys up. She followed the rituals of before, her body shuddering as she leaned over the toilet on her knees, losing anything she may have eaten in the last hour and some odd minutes.

She hit the back of the bowl with her fist as she sat up, flushing the toilet. She was pale, clammy, and ill. Leaning against the wall, she ran her hands through her sticky, sweaty hair, and panted, as she wiped her mouth with her hand, using her strength to rinse her mouth and flush before sitting back against the wall, shaking again.

[Liz Holten]

Liz jumped up as she heard the sound of a fist hitting the wall. She was sitting at table in front of the microscope trying to find a way to make the slime multiply in seconds. She recognized it. "Jazz." She took her glasses off and headed out to the hallway. She was really worried about her. What could be making a girl who is healthy as a horse so sick? Shaking her head she headed up to the female dorm to check on her.

"Jazz?" She looked around then saw the light in the bathroom on. "Jazz, honey? Are you okay?" She walked to the door way and poked her head in. Walking over to her, she knelt down to brush her hair from her face. "Honey, have you seen the doctor yet?" She asked her in a concerned voice.

Sighing she flushed the toilet for her and got up to get her a wet cool wash cloth. "Here, wipe your face off." She said.

[Jazz Spektor]

Jazz looked up wearily, as Liz wiped her forehead, and she shook her head. “Hadn’t had time. Been too tired…” she said, as she looked up to the bathroom door to see Egon wearily walking in as well, clad in the same tank-top and boxers as he’d had on before. He looked at Liz, and knelt next to the sickly Ghostbuster.

“I rescind my statement. You go to the doctor tomorrow afternoon…” he said, and he knelt and lifted the girl, before motioning for Liz to follow, Jazz unable to hold on from being weak from vomiting.

After he had Liz pull out the fold-out couch into a bed, he lay Jazz’s quivering form on it, and pulled the covers around her. He then pulled Liz to him, and looked at her. “Can you stay with her? I’m going to go wake up Ray, he may be able to keep her calm...but” He said, leaning in a whisper, "If she gets any worse, get me right away. I'm going to try and con Ray into taking her to a hospital." he said quietly, before brushing a strand out of her face, and kissing her cheek.

Egon then went into the men’s dorms, and poked Ray in the shoulder, nudging the sleeping man to a conscious state. “Ray. Get up. Jazz is really, really sick. Liz and I put her on the fold-out bed in the main room, and Liz is with her, but…My opinion is she needs medical attention now…” he said, waiting for Ray to fully wake.

Jazz looked at Liz and smiled softly. “You and Egon look cute together…” she said softly, her voice a hoarse whisper as she shivered in the bed.

[Liz Holten]

Liz did as Egon said and took out the bed. She stayed by Liz and ran her fingers through her hair. "Girl no matter how tired you are. Go. You can't stay sick like this. It worries me." She smiled then blushed mention Egon and her being cute together. "Well.. umm I guess we are." She giggled and laid next to her as she waited for Ray's ass to show up.

She smiled and took the wash clothe and placed it on her forehead and sighed. "What is taking at man. I swear that man is like in another world sometimes." She giggled and rested next to her. She was glad that she joined the gang. One for Egon.. cause then she just had feelings for him and two she met her best friend, Jazz.

[Jazz Spektor]

Jazz giggled weakly as Liz placed the cool rag on her forehead again. “I think…Ray’s having trouble getting awake. He does that sometimes…” she said, shivering lightly. She didn’t know why, but she had a bad feeling right now. It felt like something bad was going to happen…

She smiled up at Liz, and blinked wearily. “I despise…doctors. I like to ride things out…but it’s been 2 weeks or so now…” she said, and she groaned as her stomach made her dry-heave. Not cool…not close to cool. She gave a shudder, and curled up in a tight little ball.

Girl gossip time. Yep, that’d help. “So, how far’s it gotten? Ray said something about slime…but he didn’t go further…” she said, smiling weakly at her best friend, her skin paled from the exhaustion and mild malnutrition.

[Liz Holten]

Liz blushed. "Well.. you see." she gulped. "Do you know that day you and him went out for a bit? Well me a Egon we had went to investigate the Library and found slime int he sewer... well ummm we had gotten a call and went to find out that some well hookers got infected by the slime.. well we got infected too.. and well down in the sewer.. we well... " She was bright red. "We did it..." She looked away completely embarrassed.

She then took a deep breath. "Then we came back and took a shower together and did it again." She said as quickly and swiftly as she could. Anyone could tell how embarrassed she was of the fact of her talking about it.

[Ray Stantz]

Ray tossed and turned, he could hear commotion coming from outside of the rooms but he wasnt sure if he was just dreaming it. Hence why he remained in bed. It wasnt until Egon came in and attempted to wake him with news of Jazz's illness taking a turn for the worst. He rubbed his eyes and sat up still half asleep. he wasnt sure if he was still dreaming all this. He stood up and rubbed his head before straightening out his boxer shorts and rubbing his bare arm, Walking out of the dorm he heard the commotion as he rushed to the bathroom, Standing in the door way he saw Jazz on the floor heaving, it was worrying for Ray to see. Heading back to the dorm he grabbed his shirt and jeans and scrambled to put them on quickly and then grabbed a nearby blanket and rushed back to the bathroom

"Sorry to interupt Liz...Jazz? Baby we need to get you to the hospital so they can check you out? Your seriously not well and its worrying me like crazy..please do this for me?"

He stated as he approached her to wrap the blanket round her to keep the warmth in her body

[Jazz Spektor]

Yes, by that point, Jazz had bolted back to the bathroom and had started heaving again. As she heard and soon felt him in the room, she was too tired to argue. In her sleep shorts and shirt, she finally agreed to go see a doctor. She let him help her out, and was weakly waving to Egon and Liz when, like a shot in the dark, there was a crash as a window was shattered. Startled, she ducked, and looked up to see flying demons and a human on the shoulders of one.

She recognized that man… That was…

It was James Marcus, the current director of the Art Department at the Museum. Jazz recognized him because he had hit on her 3 weeks ago and she had told him to go blow himself, basically. As the demons landed, everyone went for Proton packs…

“Get the Vessel! Get Vigo’s vessel!” Marcus shouted, and Jazz shrieked as she felt demonic hands ripping the pack off and pulling her back. She felt a slimy hand clasp on her mouth, and she let out muffled cries of fear as James got into her face. “Mmmm….lovely as always…we have it, let’s go.” He said, and Egon shot at them.

“Hold it! How is Vigo going to use an adult body permanently?” Egon asked vehemently, and James laughed loudly. “You , you think SHE’S the vessel? HA! It’s not HER. It’s the whelp she carries in her womb.” He said, making just about every set of eyes in the room go wide with shock.

Jazz’s went wide with shock first…then pure terror. She locked her eyes with Ray’s, as James continued to speak. “That brat’s got the genes from TWO Ghostbusters! It’s extrasensory perception is going to be off the charts, and Lord Vigo will make good use of that. Besides, I’m going to make the lovely girl into my bride…” he said, grinning darkly as Jazz began to thrash in the demon’s arms.

“Let’s go. We have to prepare the woman to take Vigo’s essence into her body and into the child.” He said, and the demons, all 3 of them, rose up, one with Marcus on his shoulder, and they headed out the window they came in, much to the dismay of the thrashing Jazz.

[Egon Spengler]

Shock and Awe. That was the good description of the Ghostbusters left in the room… Egon looked to Liz, then Ray, and was torn as to what to do exactly. In the main instance, finding said girl and getting her back would be necessary. However, Vigo was not known for giving up a host easily. He had been close to killing Oscar and Dana back in the day…

Peter ran out the dorms, clad in only a black pair of silk boxers, and he looked around frantically. “What happened? Who, what, where?” he asked, startled and Groggy.

“Jazz has been taken prisoner by Vigo…” Egon said, making the situation a bit more real to him. Ok. Plan time. He looked to Liz, and pulled her to him. “Liz…do you think the slime blower modifications are ready for a test run?” he asked, and looked down at her.

Peter was still confused. “What…Why? I don’t understand…Why would he nab her? Revenge?” he asked, a look of What the hell on his face.

[Liz Holten]

Liz's eyes became wide with shock. Her whole body was covered in a cold chill from her spine straight down. "Jazz... pregnant... Vigo..." She swallowed. She shook her head out of her shock and looked to Egon. "Yes. I just finished it. I think it's ready for a test run." She turned to head to look at Ray. "Ray I'm going to need you to get your MP3 player ready." She was still in shock by this whole thing, but if she thought about it.. it all fit.

Jazz and Ray "Do it" she's getting sick none stop... for a long period of time. Not like Jazz to do that. She's as healthy as a horse. "I'm ... Come on guys. Follow me to the lab so i show you what I did." She crossed her arms and walked to the lab. She was really upset about this. Jazz was like a sister to her.

[Ray Stantz]

Ray stood back in awe, he honestly had no idea what had just happened. Ray was an intellegent man but only when it came to logical stuff. He knew hes paranormal activity stuff but a girl having morning sickness and putting on weight meant nothing to him. Until now, the last time the ghostbusters had an encounter by Vigo himself was back in the days with Dana and Oscar. Being that Vigo wanted the child...Now it all made sense...Jazz was pregnant with his child..and Vigo wanted their unborn child and Jazz as a wife. Ray still couldnt believe it, he was happy yet angry and worried. Happy to be a father but angry and worried for his child and gf's sake. Looking back over to a half asleep Peter and a worried Egon and Liz, Ray followed them to the lab

"Listen guys, we need to act quick...I cant have those two goons hurting Jazz or my unborn child..we need to get some plan sorted and get on this.. i wont sleep until shes back at the headquarters"

Ray had never been so angry and worried before since knowing Peter and Egon. Vigo had someone that meant alot to him and Ray wasnt happy!

[Jazz Spektor]

Nodding, Egon showed him the additions to the slime blower that Liz had developed, and with a determined look, he assured Ray that they would get her back…thus, they began to load the Ecto-1 up with equipment.

-At the Museum-

Jazz groaned as she came to... Rubbing her head, she looked around, looking in awe at the various things in the museum. She stood up, the morning sickness having decreased quite a bit. At least now that explained why she was so damn sick… Groaning at the weird feeling she had in her head, she looked down at herself, and sighed. A pair of Ray’s boxers and a shirt with no bra… a uniform good for fending off demons it makes not. She grabbed a chair, and slammed it against the door. What idiots would leave her alone like this???

She ran in the museum as soon as she was free, and headed to where she had thought to go. Slime was on most of the building…she needed to clear it so that the guys could get in. Music seemed to weaken it. Therefore… Uniform first from the Ghostbuster exhibit. Then, music.

As soon as she hit the exhibit, she looked at the half-torn up uniforms, small bits of crusted marshmallow and slime on them. Ew. But it’d have to do. She grabbed a piece of utility pipe, and smashed the glass, before climbing in and grabbing Ray’s old suit and a Proton Pack. No time to test the equipment that may not work.

She kept the pipe, and headed for the music area. This time, a demon was in the way. Grabbing the Proton Wand, she let him have it, and smirked as it retreated. She knew that song to use. She was so worried about Ray…about their child which she was carrying…she had to let that love show through. Grabbing an electric Guitar, and a programmable keyboard + amp, she headed to the last place she needed to be…

The P.A. system in the main hall. Dragging everything into the room, she shut and barricaded the door. Moving the stuff to the window, she was shocked as a light flew near it. Helicopters? Must be…the NEWS! Perfect! They could broadcast it to the big-screen TV on the front of the museum! She flagged it down, and as soon as the people in could see her, she pointed to the TV. A nod later, and she grinned as it flared to life. She swiftly set everything up, and she smiled as Ecto-1 zoomed up. She knew that driving anywhere. As soon as they were out, she grabbed the PA Mic and spoke into it.

“New York! My…My friends, my Family, my lover…they need yout help. Give me a hand here, and I’ll give you a free concert! And a one, two…one two three four…!” she said, hearing her voice on the TV and PA system, proving she was on the TV, and she began to play…the song? I can’t hold back by Survivor.

“There's a story in my eyes
Turn the pages of desire
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passion's fire
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
I've been holding back the night
I've been searching for a clue from you
I'm gonna try with all my might
To make this story line come true
Can ya feel me tremble when we touch
Can ya feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait!
I can't hold back, I'm on the edge
(I can't hold back)
You voice explodes inside my head
I can't hold back, I won't back down
Boy it's too late to turn back now!”

She played her guitar, her hair wild in her face, a look of happiness on her face as her mind wandered to her lover and her child, and she grinned a bit, the picture on the TV showing her every movement and feeling. She was half hoping he would notice the uniform she had grabbed. She used her eyes to search for him in the crowd, and she smiled as she continued.

“Another shooting star goes by
And in the night the silence speaks to you and I
And now the time has come at last
Don't let the moment run too fast
I can feel you tremble when we touch
And I feel the hand of fate, reaching out to both of us
There's a story in my eyes, turn the pages of desire
Now it's time to trade those dreams
For the rush of passion's fire!
I can't hold back, I'm on the edge
(I can't hold back)
You voice explodes inside my head
I can't hold back, I won't back down
Boy it's too late to turn back now!
I can ya feel you tremble when we touch
I can ya feel the hand of fate
Reaching out to both of us
This love affair can't wait!”

She gave it a big finish, and smirked as she slime dropped off of the building at the cheers from the crowd. Giving a bow, she smiled as the others were able to get in. The next thing she knew, though, was James grabbing her arm and dragging her, making her drop the guitar, and boy, was he pissed.

“Now we have to rush. Are you happy now?” he said, and she tried to yank her arm free. She could see them! She was thrown roughly forward, and hit her back. He raised one hand, and a jolt of magic burst at her, and covered her. When it cleared, she was in a long white gown, a veil, and white heels. A wedding gown. She gasped, and closed her eyes, as he dragged her forward and towards the altar in the room…

‘Hurry up, guys…’ she thought to herself, as she held out the hope that her love and friends would come, and in the words of Rock and Roll Dreams…When she would really, really need it the most…That’s when Rock and Roll dreams would come true…

[Peter Venkman]

After hearing what Ray just said, Peter managed to nod, as best as he can. He shivered in his boxers, and just barely managed to realize that he was half-naked. But it's not like he cared, he wanted women to see his nice, sexy looking chest. Wait - what do woman think of my chest, right? Peter thought to himself, and slapped himself back to reality.

Sleep managed to overcome the doctor, and he fell silently backwards. Of course, he woke up after his head hit the hard floor, and just merely said, "Ow.." He groaned and stood up. Peter hoped he wasn't blushing.

Deciding to look professional, Dr. Venkman crossed his arms and asked, "Alright, so, let's pretend I don't know why Vigo's back for a sec." Peter raised an eyebrow, and gained the look of curiosity.

[Liz Holten]

Liz wanted to freak out. “Oh god, oh no!” She then took a deep breath to keep herself as calm for Jazz. “Okay. Peter! Put a shirt on!” She groaned and pulled out the new sliming shooter. “Alright, all you need to do is slap this on your arms. It shoots from the top so it’s a little easier to aim and shoot. Then you just slip your MP3 player right here.” She pointed to a spot on the arm. “And be sure it’s happy music.” She nodded then loaded it in the Ecto-1 with Egon.

She kept taking deep breaths as she was stressed and upset about it all that has happened. She didn’t want anything to happen to her friend or her baby. She placed her hands on the vehicle to keep breathing to prevent her from breaking down. She wanted everything to go back and Vigo never existed but she couldn’t have or things would be different and she would never had met the gang.

They finally arrived to the museum and Liz stepped out in her jump suit. She paused before doing anything to hear her Jazz girl singing. "Jazz... " she wanted to cry. She looked over Egon, Peter, Ray. What were they going to do.

[Jazz Spektor]

Jazz could see them…the doors were still covered…she wrenched herself from James’s grip, and kicked him in the nads. HARD. She then ran for it, through the main doors, and she locked the entry to the foyer-esq area, as James snarled though the door, the painting sitting at the altar, and she turned to the doors out. She tried to shake them, but no…still too coated.

Egon ran forward, and looked at Liz. “Liz! Jazz’s Ipod!” he said, asking her to toss it. She did, and shouted at him to Hurry. He held it up to Jazz and she smirked through the doors. “Number 4 Egon!” she said, and he wired it into the system. Jazz grabbed the mic from the foyer area, the one for outside announcements. As Demons and that asshole tried to get to her, she let Egon call to the crowd.

“Give us a hand, people, come on!” he shouted, and he backed up as her Ipod started to play… and she started to debut a song of hers.

“I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies…”

She leaned into the mic, grinning in the white wedding gown as the crowd really got amped. She threw her head back, whispering the next bit into the mic as they clapped to the beat…

“Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four)”

And it got louder again, as she swiveled her hips. She noticed the slime was thinning…Grinning, she pressed herself against the glass as she sang.

“Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this…

If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies…

Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four)

Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this now

Rock and roll, baby
Don't you know
That we're all alone now?
I need something to sing about

Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby
We're all alone now?
I need something to sing about

Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby
We're all alone now?
Give me something to sing about

Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
No, oh

Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on

That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than
More than this----sssss! Oh OH whoa oh, oh whoaaaa…Mmmmm….”

As she finished, the slime cleared. James had went back to the painting, and she didn’t see the hand come from behind until it was too late. She was flung back and to the altar, and long ropes pulled her taut against it. She struggled, and glared as he touched the side of her face and leaned it at her…

(they can get in now, lol)