The Devil's Time

Chapter 2

He had thirty more minutes.

'Why am I counting down like I'm preparing for an attack?' he thinks. Gary physically shakes himself out of it. He likes Mona. He's going to have fun with Mona. He's going to have sex with Mona. It's going to be a great evening... So why does he feel dread like it's not?
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John isn't jealous. He's not. When he overheard Sharpie telling Sara that Gary's going on a date with Mona he kept it cool. No. He doesn't need to play it cool, he doesn't care. He doesn't. Gary and Mona are adults and John doesn't have feelings for him.
The team plus Ava are asleep, huddled together for warmth in the Wave Rider. Tracking down a yeti- the Yeti- was not proving to be as fun as he anticipated. It's not because he's thinking about Gary... because he is not. John notices he's shivering and turns over for warmth from Mick. The former thief is sawing logs but the team is exhausted from running from the Abominable Snowman. John closes his eyes and slowly drifts off into sleep.

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The first thing that pops into John's head when he was awoken by the roar of the Yeti was giving it to the Bureau- no, giving it to Gary... and then the other meaning of that. The next thing was "bloody hell." The Legends all jump out of bed except for Mick. John shakes him hard and says his name a few times. Even calls him Veronica- his pseudonym. Nothing. John sighs. "Mick, we're out of alcohol".
"Die! I'm going to murder who drank the last!" he yells and swings his fists.
John holds up his hands, trying to show peace. "It found us" he says.
After everyone is woken up, Sarah takes control- in her pajamas. Ava holds onto Sarah's chair and the others quickly strap in. The Yeti hits the Wave Rider again and Ava tumbles to the right. Sarah shoots, hopping to hit something. It seems to work... or only make it more angry. They're given their answer when a snow bolder is hurled at them. Rory blasts it with his heat gun. And there it is.
The counter seems to only make it even more angry.
"RAYMOND, IF YOU GOT ANY BRIGHT IDEAS IN THAT GREASE MOP- COVERED HEAD OF YOURS, WE'RE ALL EARS!" Constantine screams.
"Why me!?"
"Because you're the Egon out of the rest of us Ghostbusters!"
Ray takes two seconds to think. "Find some rope!"
Nate gives him a "are you stupid?" look. "WHERE ARE WE GOING TO GET ROPE, ANT-MAN!?"
John sighs. "This is going to take me out for a little bit" he mutters. The damned man bites his palms until he breaks skin. Blood pores from them and he rubs them together. He sticks them out to the Sasquatch. John's eyes role to the back of his head and all his veins pop out as he starts the spell.
"Mate? MATE!?" Charlie tries to get his attention. The whole team stares in fear as John's veins turn black. Their attention is averted to Frosty the Snowman. He contorts in pain and begins to shrink. Shrink? The Yeti's screams become quieter and cuter... What? The Legends stare at the No-Longer-Abominable-Snowman.
Zari picks up the freezing, snow-colored kitten. He burrows his head in her neck. "Aaawww" she coos as he purrs. John sways and collapses.