Hello All! Here's my sequel to my first Beetlejuice fic titled Mad Love. I just couldn't resist furthering the plot of BJ and Lydia, and this is the result. As always, thanks to all who read this. Warning: It is lewd and has a lot of vulgarity, but hey, that's our ghost with the most! It's all in good fun. I hope you enjoy, and if not, thanks for trying it out anyway! :)

Chapter 1: Welcome Back

Lydia sat across from him at the kitchen table, biting her lip nervously and wondering just what the hell he was plotting on doing. Today was technically their ten year anniversary. It was also technically his first day out of Neitherworld prison. And she also technically forgot to come pick him up, and to tell her family that she was technically married to a guy that they completely and utterly despised. Technically, that is.

It wasn't until she was about three hours too late upon his release, that Lydia had realized her mistake. And it wasn't until he'd poofed into existence right in the middle of a nice, wholesome breakfast, that her whole family had been given the proverbial middle finger of fate. It was then, that she'd promptly scarfed down the food as quickly as possible and decided to fly out of Winter Rivers like a bat out of hell, with him right on her tail. Needless to say, it was not an ideal situation.

She sat awkwardly, watching him clack his dirty nails on the table, shooting her the most fuck you look imaginable. Unsettling was an understatement. Lydia sat wondering if she should actually open her mouth and say something or simply vanish into thin air and hope for the best.

Lydia glanced up at him, as he sat seething, sucking on his grungy teeth. Apparently, he wasn't budging. Thus, the tension grew so thick she couldn't stand it. She could feel it, that awful electric feeling hanging heavy in the air. Okay, she had to say something. "Uh..."

"Yes? Somethin' ya wanna say?" he remarked, now crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

"Look, it was an acciden-"

"Ah, ah, ah, Mrs. Juice! Cut the bullshit!" he snapped, the electricity around her causing the tiny hairs on her arms to stand on end.

"It was, BJ! I really thought you were getting out tomorrow!" she remarked defensively.

"Maybe, but that ain't what I'm talkin' about! How the fuck did you accidentally forget to tell ole' Chuckie an' what's her face that we were hitched?!" he threw his hands up. "Look, I could give a shit if ya didn't tell Babs and that pussy-whipped husband of hers. Hell, I love pissin' in their cheerios! But yer mom and pops? Ya had like ten years to do it!"

"Step-mother." Lydia clarified, indignantly, as she began to feel utterly attacked. "Well, it's not like you make it easy!"

"The fuck is that s'posed to mean?" he huffed, leaning forward and glaring.

"Well...It's just..." she began, hesitantly, not quite sure of how he'd react.

"Well, what?! Spit it out!" he demanded, as Lydia felt his anger run like electric up through her own body. She still didn't understand why that was happening.

"They...kinda hate your guts." she admitted, her face scrunched up in worry. Then she began to wonder why it was so hard to admit. Was that really a secret, after all the crazy shit he'd pulled to try and marry her? Either way, hopefully he'd be nice and not try to reek havoc on them all.

She watched as he grew quiet for a moment. That strange, hot electricity began to dissipate into a low hum in an instant. "Really? That's it?" he asked, somehow looking baffled by her obvious statement.

"Pretty much. I thought you knew that." she replied, equally confused. "You did try to force me into marriage, and you dropped my dad off of a balcony. He probably hasn't forgotten that."

Beetlejuice sniggered, "Yeah, that was pretty fuckin' hilarious..."

"No it wasn't! You could have killed him!" Lydia shot back, feeling her temper rise. Just why did she feel sorry for this douchebag again? Oh yeah, she was insane, that was why. It was the same reason she was now married to the jerk. Pure, unadulterated insanity.

"Okay, okay! Damn, don't get yer panties in a wad! I'm droppin' it!" he relented, somehow losing all of his formerly angry demeanor. "Let's uh...move on from this, eh Babe? Besides, we got other things tah' do, like catchin' up...Gettin' to know one another again, ya get me? I mean, ten long years has been hell, ya know? A fuckin' pain in my sack! Stayin' in solitary confinement, and whatnot. And besides, we got to get to consummatin' this here union soon!" he grinned darkly, waggling his brow.

"Dear god..." Lydia sighed, rolling her eyes. "It's not THAT kind of marriage!"

"Oh, it's not, eh?" Beetle smirked, a sly tone now in his voice."Then pray tell, what kind is it?"

A different kind of static began to fill the air, as Lydia could somehow sense his amusement. What was with all the frantic mood changes? It was then that she promplty reminded herself that Beetlejuice was always erratic, it was simply his absence that had made it all seem new and foreign again.

"We're friends!" she demanded. "Remember? Compadres, right? We shook on it!" she exclaimed, exasperated with his insinuations.

"Ya sure about that? That little ring on your finger states otherwise, wifey..." he grinned, rubbing his hands together.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Lydia stated, right before standing up and walking out of his presence in sheer frustration. He'd literally only been back in her life for half a day, and already he'd turned her ten year streak of peace and calm into a manic nightmare. And something was telling her that he was just enjoying getting her riled up at this point. So, she did what she considered a wise thing to do, and simply redirected the situation. "Besides..." she began, poking her head back in as he raised a brow. "You still have your freedom. You can still do what you want. You don't have to worry about keeping a real wife happy!" she quipped, hoping to shut him up, or at least direct his mind to the nearest strip club, or whatever.

"Uh-huh..." he grunted, now grabbing a materializing bottle of liquor from thin air. "So yer sayin' ya don't give a shit, eh?"

"Look..." Lydia sighed, wondering why he came back with such a need to mess with her head. "I just mean that you can live your life. I know you wanted out, and now, thanks to me, you can't get out. The least I can do is not get in your way..." she admitted. Truthfully, ten years was a long time to dwell on her decisions. And be it insanity, some twisted form of fondness for her maniacal companion, or both, she felt a bit responsible for messing up his chance to leave. Sure, he could've had a possible thousand year sentence for what he'd attempted, but that would only happen if he was found out. Perhaps if Lydia hadn't have slowed him down, he would've been free by now. Either way, she felt partly to blame for his misfortune.

"Yer really serious about that shit, ain't you?" Beetle asked, with something in his voice sounding a bit off.

Lydia couldn't quite name the feelings emoting from him, but they were strange. Almost disappointed, even. But why? She realized that he'd felt some sort of way about her before, but that never stopped him from his shenanigans. He was Beetlejuice, after all. And he was her friend. It just made things more simple in her mind. Why complicate things? Besides, there was another reason she couldn't allow herself to get seriously involved in all of this, and it was one she had little time to give any thought to until the deed was done and he was thrown in the tank. It made her uneasy just thinking about it, so she did what any level-headed, undead woman would do. She suppressed that shit.

"Look, Bj, why don't we forget about all this while I let you get settled in. Besides, I need to drop by Gerald's place and return a book. Maybe when I get back we can go somewhere. Maybe do something to celebrate your arrival." she shrugged, hoping he'd shut up about their state of matrimony.

"Go see Gerald? You mean Jerry, the fat dweeb?! The hell you doin' hangin' out with him?" Beetle sneered.

"I can have friends, you doofus! What did you expect me to do for ten years? Sit inside and cry myself to sleep every night until your great return?" Lydia asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.

"Well, yeah..." Beetle remarked. "What, didn't yer ass miss me? Even a little?" he asked, sounding really insecure and needy all of a sudden.

Lydia rolled her eyes, wiping a hand across her forehead. "I never said I didn't miss you, jackass! I said I have a life of my own too! Look, I'll be back in a flash. Just do something to entertain yourself until I get back."

"Fine!" he muttered, taking a drink and appearing dejected.

Lydia looked at him, completely puzzled. That feeling wasn't new, however. Beetlejuice had more times than not left her at a loss for words. Of course, she couldn't help but to have the unsettling feeling that this was only the beginning of it.