#can't believe i've made gifs after 84 years

[thlastofus]

21 favorite things about halloween with twenty one pilots

[aliypop]

Gone But Not Forgotten

Wordcount:  1,569

Rating : Angst / Fluff

A/N : I’m back after a lot of stress I’ve managed to come back to do fic’s with my ghostbusters oc and afterlife . I wrote it on Grammerly  so excuse the errors

Tag: @herosneednotapply @bohohoh-itsmagic 

"I loved him more than anything in this world, and he's dead because of-" Alexandra stopped in her tracks, eyes focusing between the mess of the broke down Victorian home and the unfamiliar face of a woman older than her daughter. Short blonde hair furiously moving around with the movement of its bodily owner. Boxes scattered everywhere as well as books maps and. "I can't believe he kept that damn toaster..." Alexandra muttered under her breath. As the floorboards creaked, there stood a PKE meter pointed at her neck.  

"Who are you, and how did you get in our home?"

"I should be asking you the same thing." Alexandra chuckled, "Well, the who are you part that is..." she began to walk past the younger woman, eyes peering through her glasses, taking in every detail that was simply Egon. 

"Well, are you going to tell me who you are before I...I... blast you with this dumb thing."

"Names Alexandra Morgan. or Doctor Alexandra Spengler." she then chuckled, "And that's a PKE meter. The only damage it could do is alert you of a specter..." her boots clicking against the rotting floorboards, "Now your turn..." tipping her hat to look back at the young woman,

 "I'm Callie... "

"Just Callie?" she asked, "No last name?"

"No, just Callie..." the other woman stared, her hands starting to tremble. 

"Out of all my years of Teaching, I've never met anyone who didn't have a last name..."

"I found something of Grandpa Spengler's. Can I keep it." both Callie and Alexandra looked towards the steps as there stood a girl who was the spitting image of the man she had always adored, "Of course, Phoebe, just uh don't get hurt..." Callie sighed, the tone of a concerned mother. Alexandra knew that all too well, but what she wanted to know was how the hell was there a grandpa Spengler she didn't know about:

Alexandra knew about the one drunken night that Egon and her got into: He had disappeared for a while left her alone, and that's when it hit her.

"Oh..."  

Oh, was right, here she was moments away before Zuul would arrive, at her dead husband's home amongst her stepdaughter and step-grandchild?, This was indeed weirder than Egon and slime. "Is something wrong?" Callie asked, noticing the expression on the older woman's face. "I'm sorry he wasn't in your life... hell, he wasn't in mine or Adisa's much after 2004, Egon, ran down here, but luckily she was in college by that time, and I was starting to grey..." she sat in the dusty rocking chair, she could feel the air shift as if he made his presence known, 

"I'm sorry, what?" Callie asked, 

"It wasn't that Egon didn't care ... he just had this theory in his mind and-" 

"No, I know about that... I mean you and my uh?" Callie stood like a deer in headlights. "Father, yes, of course... Egon, we met in the winter of 85? or was it 84," Alexandra " 84, the year I lost everything, well not everything..." she smiled, watching at how attentive Callie was she hadn't even noticed Phoebe who was by the steps listening,

 "Do you know a man named Ray Stanz..." she asked, her round glasses crooked on her face, nose covered in the oh-so-familiar gunk of Proton pack oil and rust. "Do I, Ray, and I was practically best friends as Kids. He's the one who told me your grandpa died..." Phoebe only gave her a quick nod turning on her heels before the gears in her mind began to spin. 

"So you're a ghostbuster, did, you know Grandpa Spengler, which means you could help with..." 

"I was his wife-" 

"Alright, it's been a great time talking to you, and I think you should go-" 

"Call it fate, call it luck, call it Karma, but I believe everything happens for a reason," Alexandra gave a wink to Phoebe. 

 Alexandra took her exit as the oh-so-familiar sound of the Ecto - 1 siren rang from the dirt driveway. "I assume that's another one of my grandchildren..." she chuckled, her brown skin reflecting in the eerie moonlight. Leaving Callie to steam as if she were a boiling tea kettle, "I don't believe in fate!" she shouted as the woman walked off the dirt path and into her parked 89 Mustang.  Just two hours out of the small town was a motel surrounded by dirt and a few gas stations, that as Ray put it, happened to have Twinkies.

  Sitting in the dimly lit room of Peters sat the Ghostbusters, and a pacing Alexandra understood by aggravated shrieks. "How bad was it..."  Winston asked as Alexandra shot him a glare worse than Proton stream to the hand. 

"Alrighty, then that's all I need to know... Ray, do you wanna give it a try?" 

Ray looked up from his book as he turned to face the storm that was Alexandra. He knew the hurt in her eyes, the same look he saw when he told her that Egon was dead. "It can't be that bad, Alex... Remember when you caught Egon with the slime." 

"THAT IS NOT THE SAME THING, RAYMOND!" Alexandra growled, her hand balled into a fist. Peter caught it as he sat her down. "You know, as the Pschologyist and  handsome one of the group, I think I can handle this little lady." 

"Venkman, I may be old, but that does not mean I can't throw you." 

"You know, if you and I worked out in college, I'd find that attractive." 

"Peter... shut up." 

A hue of purple flashed by her eyes as every word Peter said went out the other ear. "Do you smell something..." she asked, stopping Peter in his track all while Winston and Ray were already suited up,

 "Where's it coming from." 

"The dirt farm...They're in trouble..." 

"Who? " Both Peter and Winston asked, following the leads of Ray and Alexandra. 

 Trevor, Lucky, and Podcast had all tried their best with Phoebe in the lead proton pack on her back and a spirit guiding her movement until she heard a voice shout, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" Alexandra, Peter, Ray, and Winston stood in front of the Ecto-1  both Phoebe and Zuul turned to face the team. 

"Are you a God..." 

Eyes on Ray as he nearly broke a sweat for an answer the team chanting him on.  "Come on, Ray, please..."  Ray stood in complete thought,  frozen at the beauty of Zuul. "Ray!!" Winston shouted. 

"YES!" Ray shouted, a bit irritated and possibly from his hearing slowly leaving him. Before they could even blast,  The sounds of old bones cracking could be heard amongst them as they struggled to stand. "God... how did we manage this in our 30's..." Alexandra mumbled her hand on her Neutrona wand, hearing a bit of a giggle from the younger counterparts surrounding them. 

"Alright, let's blast this one!"  Peter smirked. The harmonized buzzing of Protons had begun, and in a long but well-deserved, flash Zuul had almost been beatable. Standing next to them was Phoebe, who was accompanied by   "Egon..." Winston glanced at him, his ghastly hair was white, and he had grown a very handsome beard before his death. But it had only made Alexandra wish they had the last goodbyes to each other. 

"I knew you'd come back," Peter said, watching as they led Zuul into the trap. 

"We missed you, buddy." Ray smiled,  watching as Podcast held the trap in his hands.  

"Hey, about earlier..."  Callie mumbled, looking at Alexandra a bit sheepishly. "Water under the bridge." she winked, feeling a cold tap on her shoulder as Callie nudged her to turn around. "I better check on Mr. Grooberson. " Callie began to scratch the back of her neck. Standing before Alexandra was Egon, a look of shame in his eyes that wished he had told her everything sooner. "I know..." she reached to touch his face as he leaned into her embrace, something he didn't do much. "They're a lovely bunch," she mentioned standing next to him. Sighs escaped her lips as Egon pulled her close into a side hug. Flashing lights came down the street as another fleet of Ghostbusters out of their Ecto, a young woman a few years younger than Callie, had emerged as Trevor approached them. 

"Who are you guys..." 

"We're the Ghostbusters. I'm Adisa Spengler an-" 

"And you're late." Alexandra chuckled, looking up at Egon. 

A few days had passed as Alexandra had sat in Egon's makeshift lab, her hands fidgeting away. "Spengle's sweetheart... could you lean the light over here? " she asked as it shifted, fixing her old proton pack. She could see Trever and Podcast with Peter and Ray on Ecto -1 duty while Callie and Phoebe and watched her work, "Your father and I aren't gonna fix these ourselves, you know." she mentioned,  still looking down, "You too Adisa" 

"So how long are you planning to stay ma, I mean Ms. Alexandra." 

"Mmm... Let's see, Egon, what do you think?"  Alexandra asked as Adisa chuckled, "He knows you're thinking two weeks ..." she smirked, "I can translate from the afterlife if you were wondering Callie," she shrugged. 

Callie laughed, "It gives us time to get to know each other, I guess." 

"Mhmm... Besides, I promise out the pair I'm the fun step-grandmother."