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Egon watched in horror as his fists swung out; he cried "Duck!" as loud as he could. The voice in his head snarled, and he screamed as he felt its ethereal claws raking through his mind. Frantically, he pushed back against them, maintaining control over his vocal cords only through sheer strength of will.
Peter dodged and flung himself flat to the floor, his friend's blow missing him by inches. He rolled between the beds, glancing back at the sleeping forms of his other two friends, locked in magical slumber by the Class Seven now possessing his best friend. His hands scrabbled for something under his four-poster as the demon forced Egon across the room after him.
"Peter, look out," Egon called helplessly as his body lunged at Peter. Fortunately, the younger Ghostbuster's old athletic skills hadn't atrophied; he dodged the tackle nimbly, and the physicist was flung onto the bed. Something caught at his arm; the demon didn't look at it, so he couldn't see it. The demon roared, and flames obscured Egon's vision for a second - then he felt like his arm was being wrenched out of its socket. When his vision cleared, the demon had rolled his body over so he was facing the ceiling, and his left hand was tied to the bedpost.
And Peter was taking advantage of the distraction to lasso Egon's right foot. Of course Peter can do rope tricks, Egon thought blearily. He's been reading Westerns since he was a child. Why wouldn't he pick up a few tricks? He does it for everything else. The Class Seven finally noticed, and tried to kick the rope out of Peter's hand, but its reaction time wasn't good enough.
"I'm really sorry about this, big guy," Peter apologized, using the other end of the rope to secure Egon's other leg. The demon protested by attempting to tear Egon's mind in half, and Egon's vision went white as he screamed. It seemed to last forever, and he clutched at the edges of his identity as memories whirled past him into the void of the demon who claimed him.
" . . . Stop it! Stop it. Let me talk to Egon. Egon, can you hear me in there?" Peter's voice, almost frantic, pierced the white void, and Egon tried to blink, to speak, to focus. He could feel that his other hand had been secured. He couldn't make his eyes work, but he forced out a word. "Peter." The younger man relaxed fractionally, and turned away, towards where Ray was still asleep. "Egon, if you can, close your eyes." The physicist realized what his colleague was about to do, and frantically shut that knowledge away from the demon.
Peter returned to the bed holding a ghost trap. He held it just above Egon's chest, looked away, closed his eyes, and stepped on the trigger. The pyramid of light blazed out of it, and the demon screamed, its mental manifestations clawing and digging into Egon's psyche, trying to keep its hold on him, on the mortal world. Egon gathered all the remains of his own mental energy and willpower, and shoved at it. It spiraled out of him, still screaming, and the trap snapped blissfully shut.
Peter very carefully set the trap down and scooted it under the bed. Then he turned back to his friend. "Egon?"
"I'm here, Peter." The brunet let out a sudden exhalation. "I'm all right, Peter."
"How do you feel, Egon?"
He closed his eyes and considered the body he was finally allowed to re-inhabit. "Cold. Hollow. Numb. Violated. But not significantly physically damaged."
Peter nodded. "That's more or less how I felt after Watt." He flicked his eyes across Egon's spread-eagled body. "Um, I'm going to try something. If you don't like it, tell me and I'll stop, but as your resident psychologist, I strongly suggest you let me finish." He slid out of his pajamas and climbed onto the bed, on top of Egon.
"Peter, what - " Egon was interrupted by Peter's mouth meeting his.
Peter's hands began edging Egon's nightshirt upwards. "Warming you up, getting your body re-oriented, hopefully giving you enough stimulation to make the numbness go away, reminding you that you're loved, and reassuring myself that it's really you. Make sense?"