This is my first Muse fic. Comments are welcome.

Disclaimer: Garrett Miller, whom is mentioned in this isn't mine. He belongs to whomever Extreme Ghostbusters belongs to. Alan belongs to me, as do I. Smitty was nice enough to check this over for any blatant mistakes. Feedback is welcome although flames will be saved up to light fires in either the fireplace or the grill.

"Great. I'm now in the physical realm as well," the man growled.

Firebird said the only thing she could think of. "Why do I have a Ghostbuster in my house?"

He scowled. "I'm not a Ghostbuster. I just look that way because that's what your mind came up with."

"Um, okay..."

"You know what a Muse is, don't you?"

Firebird looked irritated. "Of course I do."

"Good, I don't have to explain then. Anyway, you sort of created me in the back of your mind over a long period of time--"

"But I had Writer's Block for months," Firebird protested.

He stared at her levelly.

Firebird stared back, comprehension dawning in her eyes. "That's where all of my creative energies were going? Creating you?"

He nodded.

"Okay..." She frowned, thinking of something. "While I was toying with the idea of having a Muse, you looked different each time."

"That's because you had crushes on different characters at different times."

Firebird glared at him. "I didn't have crushes on them! They were just...interesting."

"Riiight, I believe you." The Muse looked down at himself and plaintively said "Did you have to make me show up as Garrett Miller?"

Firebird defended her choice. "Why not? I like him."

"I know but how am I going to get up stairs?"

"Same way he does. Somebody pushes your chair. Or you take an elevator."

"This 'having any abilities or disabilities that whoever you think of' thing stinks..."

Firebird interrupted him by pointedly saying "I didn't catch your name..."

He looked sheepish. "It's, um, Alan."

She looked at him incredulously. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"What were you expecting?" Alan asked, looking slightly offended.

"I expected something a bit more, well, impressive."

Alan rolled his eyes ceilingwards. "Writers," he sighed.

Firebird got a far-off look in her eyes before scurrying around, looking for some paper and a pencil.

She wrote "Firebird was working on a crossword puzzle..."