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fever breaks the fall (Ghostbusters)
Theme Prompt: Amnesty #25 - originally prompt #015 - Fever Dream
Title: fever breaks the fall
Fandom: The Real Ghostbusters (+movie canon AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 due to the depiction of an intense nightmare (brief as it is), also contains spoilers for the RGB episode "The Bogeyman is Back" and its sister episode "The Boogieman Cometh" as well as a description of heat stroke.
Word Count: 996
Summary: Both an unusually hot New York City summer climate and a 3-day insomnia episode ends in Egon suffering after fainting during a bust. In the throes of this, Egon sees things he had truly hoped not to tell anyone, and due to the nature of fevers, he unintentionally spills the beans.
Author's Note: Assuming the same continuity as Uncertain Variables, though in terms of where this is placed, it in the AU this belongs to, it happens between the RGB episodes of "Janine's Day Off" and "Dairy Farm". Partially inspired by the soundtrack of My Happy Marriage - particularly tracks "Pain" and "Miyo's Dreams".
This is also written for Fan Flashworks' 78th Amnesty for the respective challenges of "Nightmare", "Ghosts and Gore" and "Did you hear that?".
--
The lack of sleep, the lack of meaningful rest and the high amount of stress takes its toll on Egon one particular day, about 36 hours after the Bogeyman came back to torture him. Egon hasn't even bothered with his usual 14 minutes this time - against a Class 3 former clown with stolen, gunked-up chainsaws attacking civilians' birthday parties, he hasn't got time to sleep.
His limbs are.. stunningly heavy as he tries to fire at the Class 3, but for the sixth time in the last five minutes, he yawns and accidentally stops firing again. Peter yells at him, panicked as he dodges a swipe from the chainsaws. "EGON! Can ya try to focus?!"
"Apologies.." he mutters, jolted back to full awareness for only a moment as he finally manages to keep the clown in place. Egon lets his arms drop after the others manage to get the Ghost Trap set down, the nozzle for his Proton Pack clanging rather annoyingly shortly after the ghost is captured. He's been struggling with the summer heat the whole day, moreso than he normally would if he weren't so sleepless as he has been. But he feels so dizzy suddenly, everything slick with sweat under his jumpsuit, and his arms and legs suddenly have a soreness he hasn't felt in years.
Egon's world suddenly goes dark, he thinks he falls on his side but he can't see that he does so, it doesn't feel like he fell as hard as it should feel.
--
The bed is strangely familiar when he finally manages to open his eyes to a dark, dimmed room. Egon still feels pretty disoriented, feeling as if his entire body is still heavy, and he sits up with great difficulty. The room looks terribly blurry even with his glasses on, confusing him, and he shakily leaves his bed, rummaging blindly for his day clothes. Once Egon has these on, he tries to leave the room through its familiar doorway, but-
Egon stumbles backwards, it's - it's the top of the Empire State Building. Again. (Not again.)
He mouths "I just fucking dealt with this issue" to the empty air below, the swirling clouds, and he takes three steps backwards toward the roof access door he remembers all too well. Though he opens it, it ends up opening to something else entirely. Things he really, truly wanted to forget.
It opens to his and Elon's old house, complete with the irritating creak in the door that the bedroom door bore in 1972, before he met Ray and Peter on a particular September afternoon. Echoes of someone's voice rings through the half-open window, startling him more than he should be startled. (Panic, concern, illness, heat. Those are the four sentiments he hears.)
Egon stumbles to the door, reopening it with difficulty since the lock is stuck once again. Once, he slams into the door with his shoulder. Twice, he does it again, the hinges shattering and the door dropping. Oh no. Another familiar place, twisted by the design of what he has begun to realize is a nightmare.
This time, it's the bedroom of the Carter children, from the perspective of the closet. Ashes cover the floor, the kids snatched away, a Proton Pack left damaged on the floor. Egon faintly wheezes, half of himself succumbing to the feverish panic that tinges his senses, but the other half compels him to rush to the other side of the room, getting his dress shoes covered in ash and his shaking hands force the door open as he passes through.
(Bits and pieces of a classical cassette that he likes bleeds through somehow. Did Ray put that in Peter's boombox?)
Egon finds himself outside, this time - the street familiar to his ashen shoes and shaking demeanor. (He can identify the music now, why is it louder? He can't be in his bed if Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" is this close to his ears.)
Egon hears a crunch, and looks up - his house, that's his house from before the farm. The house when he first met that Bogeyman, the house where he began to pursue parapsychology as a child for the first time, the house he had to share a room with his brother a long time ago back in the 1950s. He hears a familiar compact explosive go off, and he rushes off toward his bedroom window, which has been shattered by the force of the glass. Smoke plumes out of the window, but it isn't his childhood bedroom he sees beyond the window itself.
It's the Firehouse's large window, the night he saw the Bogeyman return - the wards Ray has had in previous years faded away enough for that portal to open by force, but for Egon, he stumbles forward once more. But he can tell the dream is ending - somehow - and just as he's made it to that open closet door-
Egon twitches awake, covered in a lot more sweat than he can reliably recall, but he's someplace much cooler now. With the throbbing in his head and chest, Egon can't focus well enough to entirely know where. He smells something like gas station food, and can still hear the classical music - probably he is at some sort of gas station. Egon can also feel a lot of ice packed around him - and his jumpsuit has been shed at some point, leaving him in his slacks and tank top.
"Finally! I got worried you died, dumbass!" Peter grumbles from above, fanning a magazine over Egon. "Ray's getting us some cold water."
"...how long was I..?" Egon takes a shaky breath. The edges of his sight are still swimming, but he can tell his legs are raised a bit and on Peter's knees.
"Too long. I told Winston to call you an ambulance," the other Ghostbuster replies, irritated. "..you worried us, you know? Don't do that again!"
Egon blinks tiredly in response, hearing the ambulance siren getting closer. "..my apologies, Peter.."
Title: fever breaks the fall
Fandom: The Real Ghostbusters (+movie canon AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 due to the depiction of an intense nightmare (brief as it is), also contains spoilers for the RGB episode "The Bogeyman is Back" and its sister episode "The Boogieman Cometh" as well as a description of heat stroke.
Word Count: 996
Summary: Both an unusually hot New York City summer climate and a 3-day insomnia episode ends in Egon suffering after fainting during a bust. In the throes of this, Egon sees things he had truly hoped not to tell anyone, and due to the nature of fevers, he unintentionally spills the beans.
Author's Note: Assuming the same continuity as Uncertain Variables, though in terms of where this is placed, it in the AU this belongs to, it happens between the RGB episodes of "Janine's Day Off" and "Dairy Farm". Partially inspired by the soundtrack of My Happy Marriage - particularly tracks "Pain" and "Miyo's Dreams".
This is also written for Fan Flashworks' 78th Amnesty for the respective challenges of "Nightmare", "Ghosts and Gore" and "Did you hear that?".
--
The lack of sleep, the lack of meaningful rest and the high amount of stress takes its toll on Egon one particular day, about 36 hours after the Bogeyman came back to torture him. Egon hasn't even bothered with his usual 14 minutes this time - against a Class 3 former clown with stolen, gunked-up chainsaws attacking civilians' birthday parties, he hasn't got time to sleep.
His limbs are.. stunningly heavy as he tries to fire at the Class 3, but for the sixth time in the last five minutes, he yawns and accidentally stops firing again. Peter yells at him, panicked as he dodges a swipe from the chainsaws. "EGON! Can ya try to focus?!"
"Apologies.." he mutters, jolted back to full awareness for only a moment as he finally manages to keep the clown in place. Egon lets his arms drop after the others manage to get the Ghost Trap set down, the nozzle for his Proton Pack clanging rather annoyingly shortly after the ghost is captured. He's been struggling with the summer heat the whole day, moreso than he normally would if he weren't so sleepless as he has been. But he feels so dizzy suddenly, everything slick with sweat under his jumpsuit, and his arms and legs suddenly have a soreness he hasn't felt in years.
Egon's world suddenly goes dark, he thinks he falls on his side but he can't see that he does so, it doesn't feel like he fell as hard as it should feel.
--
The bed is strangely familiar when he finally manages to open his eyes to a dark, dimmed room. Egon still feels pretty disoriented, feeling as if his entire body is still heavy, and he sits up with great difficulty. The room looks terribly blurry even with his glasses on, confusing him, and he shakily leaves his bed, rummaging blindly for his day clothes. Once Egon has these on, he tries to leave the room through its familiar doorway, but-
Egon stumbles backwards, it's - it's the top of the Empire State Building. Again. (Not again.)
He mouths "I just fucking dealt with this issue" to the empty air below, the swirling clouds, and he takes three steps backwards toward the roof access door he remembers all too well. Though he opens it, it ends up opening to something else entirely. Things he really, truly wanted to forget.
It opens to his and Elon's old house, complete with the irritating creak in the door that the bedroom door bore in 1972, before he met Ray and Peter on a particular September afternoon. Echoes of someone's voice rings through the half-open window, startling him more than he should be startled. (Panic, concern, illness, heat. Those are the four sentiments he hears.)
Egon stumbles to the door, reopening it with difficulty since the lock is stuck once again. Once, he slams into the door with his shoulder. Twice, he does it again, the hinges shattering and the door dropping. Oh no. Another familiar place, twisted by the design of what he has begun to realize is a nightmare.
This time, it's the bedroom of the Carter children, from the perspective of the closet. Ashes cover the floor, the kids snatched away, a Proton Pack left damaged on the floor. Egon faintly wheezes, half of himself succumbing to the feverish panic that tinges his senses, but the other half compels him to rush to the other side of the room, getting his dress shoes covered in ash and his shaking hands force the door open as he passes through.
(Bits and pieces of a classical cassette that he likes bleeds through somehow. Did Ray put that in Peter's boombox?)
Egon finds himself outside, this time - the street familiar to his ashen shoes and shaking demeanor. (He can identify the music now, why is it louder? He can't be in his bed if Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" is this close to his ears.)
Egon hears a crunch, and looks up - his house, that's his house from before the farm. The house when he first met that Bogeyman, the house where he began to pursue parapsychology as a child for the first time, the house he had to share a room with his brother a long time ago back in the 1950s. He hears a familiar compact explosive go off, and he rushes off toward his bedroom window, which has been shattered by the force of the glass. Smoke plumes out of the window, but it isn't his childhood bedroom he sees beyond the window itself.
It's the Firehouse's large window, the night he saw the Bogeyman return - the wards Ray has had in previous years faded away enough for that portal to open by force, but for Egon, he stumbles forward once more. But he can tell the dream is ending - somehow - and just as he's made it to that open closet door-
Egon twitches awake, covered in a lot more sweat than he can reliably recall, but he's someplace much cooler now. With the throbbing in his head and chest, Egon can't focus well enough to entirely know where. He smells something like gas station food, and can still hear the classical music - probably he is at some sort of gas station. Egon can also feel a lot of ice packed around him - and his jumpsuit has been shed at some point, leaving him in his slacks and tank top.
"Finally! I got worried you died, dumbass!" Peter grumbles from above, fanning a magazine over Egon. "Ray's getting us some cold water."
"...how long was I..?" Egon takes a shaky breath. The edges of his sight are still swimming, but he can tell his legs are raised a bit and on Peter's knees.
"Too long. I told Winston to call you an ambulance," the other Ghostbuster replies, irritated. "..you worried us, you know? Don't do that again!"
Egon blinks tiredly in response, hearing the ambulance siren getting closer. "..my apologies, Peter.."