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Spencers13 2001-2002
PG-13 — Sci-Fi/Fantasy — Action Drama
Story concept, Endri & Kyle © Spencers13
Chapter 1 - Friends Make Amends
Peaceful Pines, Connecticut
Real World
Dusk
It's beautiful, the storm. How clouds blanket the sky and turn it dark. How wind blows the leaves from the trees and they drift earthward like snowflakes. How the rain beats on my glass doors and slips downward in sheets. Then there's the lightning. Brilliant flashes of light cut through the air and stab at the ground followed by the gentle roll of thunder. It's all as if it were a performance. Everything intertwining with each other creating a beautiful symphony of light, dark and sound.
It's breathtaking.
It's been so long since I've stared out through these old balcony doors at a storm. How long? A year at least. I've been so busy with my job of taking photos for a prominent magazine, that I haven't seen this house or my parents in almost a year. Sure, I called, but it isn't the same.
Calling. That word reminds me of something. My past. My childhood. No, I haven't forgotten. Who could forget such a unique creature? I will be old and grey, but still remember him. No, I have never forgotten. How could I? It would be even more cruel than what I had done already; treated years of friendship like they were nothing, flung harsh words into the night. It's been so long, yet I still remember that night with vivid clarity
"You have half a mind to kick me where?!" Lydia Deetz shouted at her best friend, and ghoul, Beetlejuice. He had just pulled his two halves together after terrorizing the sleeping town of Peaceful Pines. His personality had split when he became angry at the mayor for not paying him to get rid of some very loud partiers that same evening.
Beetlejuice's bad side tore up the town while his good side drove Lydia crazy. Finally, after some planning and ingenuity by Lydia and Doctor Zigmund Void, Beetlejuice became whole again. While she was spurting off commands of cleaning up the mess he'd made, however, Beetlejuice made the mistake of uttering that single phrase that triggered an unforgettable chain of events.
"I can't believe you just said that!" she shouted at him.
"Yeah? Well, I gotta say that you're askin' a bit too much of me here. There's no way I'll be able to clean all this up tonight!" he retorted.
"You messed it up in one night, you can clean it up in one night!"
"But, Lyds!"
"Don't you 'but' me! I've had it up to here with you messing around this town!" Lydia gestured above her head. "Now clean it up! That's an order!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Beetlejuice said, throwing down the mop and bucket she had handed him earlier, "You can't order me around! I'm not your little pet ghost, you know. I have my own existence to run."
"That never stopped you from doing everything I've ever told you to do before," she replied, crossing her arms and turning her nose up haughtily.
Beetlejuice glowered at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm saying you can't resist doing what I tell you to do. You have to because you're afraid. You're afraid because I have a power over you to send you back and forth between here and the Neitherworld."
"That's not true," he seethed.
"Oh, yeah? Prove it!"
"Shut up!"
Lydia blinked at him, astonished. "You did not just say that"
"Oh, I said it, kid! I'm getting tired of you telling me what to do! You're like a a spoiled brat, always getting what you want! Well not this time, Lyds. Don't ever expect me to listen to you again!" he growled, crossing his arms and thrusting his nose into the air.
Lydia was boiling over in rage. "Then you won't mind if you never even see me again! I've had it with you, Beetlejuice! Don't ever come back to my mirror. I won't call you again so you can do whatever you want with the rest of your existence because I won't be around to tell you what to do! Good-bye, Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"
Upon her shriek of his name for the third time, Beetlejuice vanished from the Earth. Lydia stormed off back to her house and locked herself in her room when she arrived.
That was the last time I saw him nine years ago. I cried myself to sleep that night and for several weeks after. I couldn't tell you how many times I wanted to call his name again. To go back to the Neitherworld to see at least Jacques and Ginger. But I was steadfast. I was too proud to give in. And so he has not given in either. He never came to my mirror. Never popped up to offer any meager attempts at an apology. Nothing. I can almost see the cobwebs inside my long-unused dresser mirror.
Lydia watched the lightning flash several more times. A tear slipped down her cheek as she thought of her past crimes against her best friend, the only one who had ever truly understood and accepted her for who she was besides her father, Charles.
He's the only one who ever treated me like a human being. Always paid attention when I talked. Never did anything to hurt me. In fact, he saved my life a few times. I was never as comfortable around another person as I was with him. He he seemed to be a little too attached to me, I think. It is possible. But that's silly; I was too young. He could have been my father several times over. But no one ever looked at me the way he did.
Lydia sighed deeply. She had come home to visit on her vacation from work a little over a week ago, and she found that the longer she was there, and the more she thought about it, the more she regretted the things she said to Beetlejuice so long ago. Sure, she had good reason to be angry at the time, but now now it just didn't seem valid. She missed him, so what was to stop her from paying him a visit, then?
"Absolutely nothing. My pride be damned; I want to see him," she whispered.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Lydia pulled her curtains closed and repeated a chant she still knew by heart. "Though I know I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary. Ghostly haunting, I turn loose Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"
The balcony doors burst open with an incredible gust of wind that, when it hit Lydia, caused her body to dissipate like a mist and vanish in a swirl. She reformed in the Neitherworld standing at the edge of the Lost Souls Highway.
She paused a moment. That was different than what she remembered. Before, she would just pop between worlds instantly, now there seemed to be a resonating well of energy she had to pass through first. The power was immense! Had something changed? And where was her old, red spider-web poncho? Usually her outfit would change upon entering the Neitherworld, but, now, she still wore the same clothes as before.
Stifling her fears, she followed the loopy, thin road until her eyes befell the Roadhouse. She could see it just up ahead and smiled to herself.
It's been so long but it's still the same. Everything is still the same. Even those gaudy neon signs! Feels so good to be here again! Lydia practically ran toward the Roadhouse in her excitement to see all of her friends again. She stopped when she glanced across the street and noticed the Monster manicuring his tidy lawn before the sun could set completely.
I should say hello, she thought stepping toward the Monster's wooden fence. Waving, she called out, "Hi, Monster! How have you been?"
"Ah reckon Ah've been right fine" The Monster Across the Street raised his hairy torso and instantly recognized who had spoken. "Why, Miss Lydiuh! Whut in tarnation are you doin' back here?! How long's it been now? Why'd ya never come back?"
Lydia raised her slender hands as if to stave off his bombarding questions. "Whoa! Hang on! Slow down! I'm sorry I haven't been here in well years. Things just sort of worked out that way. How have you and Poopsie gotten along since I've been here last?"
"Well, me an' Poopsie've been right fine, Miss Lydiuh. He's been learnin' th' banjo sos he can play along with me and the Monstress when we git ta playin'."
"That's great, Monster!" Lydia giggled. "Have you seen Beetlejuice lately? How's he been?"
The Monster suddenly became quiet and shifted his fur-hidden gaze toward the Roadhouse for a split second. "Uh Ah don't think Ah'm the one t' be askin' that to. Uh why don't you go ask that skel'ton feller across the street," he said hurriedly. "It's great t' be seein' ya again, Miss Lydiuh, but Ah gotta be gittin' off t'bed. G'night!" And he was gone.
Bed? But it's barely eight o'clock. Must have something important to go to tomorrow, and he needs rest? It's just as well, I'd rather be at the Roadhouse anyway.
She trotted across the rickety bridge to the Roadhouse and tugged on the old skull doorbell. It made the same Dink-Donk noise it had always made. Tears burned at her eyes as she remembered all the times in the past she had run across that very same bridge and pulled on the very same doorbell at this very same house.
One of the pointed double doors opened with a creek and a skull poked out.
"Allo?"
"Avon calling!" Lydia quipped.
"I am sorry, but we do not need" Jacques paused examining the young woman on his doorstep. "Lydia!"
She laughed and flung her arms around the skeleton's shoulder blades. "It's been too long, Jacques! How have you been?"
"Lydia! I cannot believe my eye 'oles! It 'as been so long! Come in! Come in!" He gently coaxed her inside and led her to the couch. "Can I get you anysing? Water? Tea?"
"Water, please." She sat down and tugged at her sleeves. Where is he? Her eyes came to rest on Beetlejuice's closed bedroom door. She was afraid he was asleep, or worse, not even home.
"'Ere you are!" Jacques returned with a large glass of water. Lydia accepted it gratefully and took a swallow. "Lydia," Jacques ventured, sitting down beside her. "Everyone 'ere is concerned. Why 'ave you nevair returned to ze Neizerworld for so long?"
She sipped her water once more before attempting to reply. That was something she wasn't looking forward to. Facing those ghosts again would be hard. Tentatively, she placed the glass on the coffee table and held her hands in her lap. "I'd like to apologize to everyone about that. You see Beetlejuice and I we had a fight, oh, nine years ago. I told him to never come back again, and I sent him back here. I was just so angry at him, Jacques."
The skeleton hummed in reply, nodding in understanding. "Mmm I should 'ave known it would 'ave been Be-atlejuice's fault. I am surprised 'e 'ad not left you or 'ad a fight wis you sooner zan 'e did. 'E is such a 'ard person to get along wis."
Lydia sighed and picked up her drink again. "Well, I was no prize that night either. I said some things I shouldn't have. Well we both said things we shouldn't have, I guess." She swallowed a bit more of the water. "Jacques," she said desperately, "do you think it's too late? Do you think I waited too long? Does does he even remember me? Does he talk about me?"
Jacques became quiet suddenly and glanced toward Beetlejuice's bedroom door for a split second. "Uh perhaps you should ask 'im yourself? No one 'as been able to talk to 'im for years."
Lydia stared at him for a few moments. "Years? What's wrong? What happened?"
"You see, Lydia, Be-atlejuice came 'ome a long time ago furious. 'E would not talk to anyone. Zen a few months afterward, 'e locked 'imself in 'is room and 'as not come out since. We do not know if 'e is even in zere anymore, but you are very welcome to look." Jacques hugged her once more then stood. "I will be upstairs in my room if you need me. I am so 'appy you are back. You will come to visit more often, no?"
"Yes," she smiled.
Jacques turned and headed for the stairs, clattering his bones as he climbed them. Lydia smiled after him, sipping more of the water. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be back. Even if Beetlejuice wasn't home tonight, just seeing Jacques and the Monster was good enough for now. She turned her attention to Beetlejuice's door once more. No, that was a lie. Seeing her two old friends was all fine and good, but she really wanted to see him. She finished off her water then stood.
He locked himself in his room? Why? It hardly makes sense. Did anyone even try to talk to him? She slinked forward until she reached his door and knocked quietly. After getting no response for several moments, she knocked again. Maybe Jacques is right, and he isn't in there She slipped her fingers around the knob and turned it. Unlocked. She cracked the door open and poked her head inside. "Beetlejuice?"
Lydia stared in disbelief at the open space before her. Photos and drawings covered the walls. Miscellaneous items were strewn about the floor. A carved stone statue inhabited one corner of the room next to the window. All of them, every single photo and drawing, even the statue, was of her! The items on the floor were all presents or little tokens of friendship that she had given to Beetlejuice for one reason or another. She pushed the door open farther and stepped inside, quietly closing it behind her.
I don't believe this! What has Beetlejuice done?
Her mind slowed to a crawl as she walked deeper into the room gazing at the surroundings. The photos of her were few and far between all of the drawings that graced the walls. They were beautifully done. Some were simple pencil sketches, others were like works of art and could have been mistaken as a photograph to any untrained eye. It was quite obvious to Lydia that Beetlejuice had been hiding a remarkable talent.
A noise suddenly startled her, and she held her breath as she searched for the sound with her eyes. Motion across the room grabbed her attention.
There he was.
Beetlejuice sat, hunched over an old drawing desk Lydia didn't remember being there, sleeping. Light snores reached her ears when he settled his shifting.
I don't think now will be the best time to wake him, she thought nervously. I'll just wait around for him to get up naturally.
She quietly sidestepped the trinkets littering the floor to get closer to the stone statue near the window. She stood within inches of a semblance of herself in her early teens. It could have been mistaken as a real girl if it wasn't made of stone.
Beetlejuice definitely had a talent.
What could she say to him? What could she do? Beetlejuice had probably kept himself hidden in his room to keep prying eyes away from his works. What if he woke up and was angry at her for invading his privacy, or angry at her period for what she had done in the past? Lydia began to panic. What if he had turned psychotic? Suddenly, the thought of staying much longer made her tremble as an all too familiar fear gripped her by the throat. He may try to do something to her.
She needed to get out.
Across the room, Beetlejuice stirred again causing Lydia to freeze next to the statue. He leaned back in his chair, yawned and stretched. Lydia blinked in disbelief, this time at Beetlejuice. He was barely a shadow of his former self. His pale blonde hair seemed longer than she remembered. His eyes sunk deep into his gaunt face. His body had grown so thin that his clothes hung from his bony frame and draped like curtains. He still wore the same striped suit he always had, only now his jacket and shirt fell open unbuttoned. His tie also seemed missing. His boots were also missing in favor of gray-toed socks.
Lydia stood just as still as the statue next to her while she watched Beetlejuice rub the sleep from his eyes and lean back over his desk slightly to continue working on a picture he had been toiling over. He added a few finishing touches to his artwork, then rested his pencil in a groove cut into the desk. Standing, he picked up several push-pins and tacked his newest drawing to the wall in an empty space. The ghoul stood back and crossed his arms as he examined his newest addition. He casually tossed a sideways glance in Lydia's direction for a brief second, then returned his gaze to the picture. A few seconds later, he glanced at her again, this time more lingeringly.
Lydia's heart leapt into her throat, threatening to scream its way outward. She still stood like the statue, however, her expression unchanged. Beetlejuice frowned at her from across the room. Making his way toward her, carefully sidestepping what was on the floor, he scratched under his lower lip with his finger. He stopped just barely a foot away, peering at her suspiciously. Glancing back and forth between her and the statue, Beetlejuice's frown deepened.
"I don't remember making this one" he mused to himself, stepping even closer.
Finally, Lydia's lips parted, and her voice escaped in a hushed whisper. "Beetlejuice?"
A blur of motion followed by screams and crashing sounds were all Lydia's senses could make out. Beetlejuice backpedaled across the room and huddled in the corner, covering is mouth with his hands and quaking in fear. Immediately, she rushed to his side and grabbed his wrists, afraid he would disappear on her. They stared at each other for several long minutes until Lydia brought up enough courage to speak.
"Beetlejuice, it's me, Lydia. Don't you recognize me?" Her voice shook almost as much as he. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain and rested his head into the corner. Slowly, his trembling subsided, and he slumped a bit. When he finally spoke, his voice was strained as if his throat was dry and unused for some time.
"I knew this would happen again," he wheezed, his speech slow and tired. "You've come to haunt me again. You've come to torture me 'cause you're not really here."
Lydia squeezed his wrists tighter. "Don't you feel that? I'm real, BJ. I'm really here. Open your eyes and look at me." Beetlejuice's head lifted from the corner and his eyes fluttered open slowly. He took her in an inch at a time, from her hunched knees to the wisps of hair at the top of her head. To Lydia, he appeared dazed. Confused almost. Definitely afraid. Most of all, however, tired. She stared at his lips as they parted once again.
"I'm surprised. You haven't disappeared yet." His voice was not at all the way she remembered. "It's not like I haven't seen you before so many times you've come to me so many times it wasn't really you you'd vanish before my eyes, and I was alone again." The fear in his expression and tone slipped away and was replaced by that of depression. "I can't believe your real. If I do, then you'll vanish." He pulled away from Lydia's grasp and covered his eyes with his hands. "Go away you're only causing me more pain."
"No, BJ, I'm not leaving. I've been waiting too long to leave you now. Nine years, Beetlejuice. I've been away for nine years. Did any of your apparitions ever tell you something like that? Did they feel as real as I do now?" she asked, touching his hands that covered his eyes. She ran her fingers back through his hair and cupped his head, pulling them both closer. Beetlejuice's hands slipped from his face and fell into his lap, revealing a hurt expression.
"No," he whispered. "But I know you'd never want to be this close to me."
It was Lydia's turn to be hurt. "I've missed you so much, Beej. Can you blame me for wanting to be close to you?" She closed her eyes and rested their foreheads together. "Oh man, what have I done to you? This is all my fault."
She ceased speaking when she again remembered the last time she saw him. The angry words that passed between them echoed in her mind, taunting her, making her realize how he must have felt back then. She realized how much pain and suffering he must have gone through in her absence. It seemed that he was much more dependent on her presence than she was of his. That realization combined with the memory of her harsh actions toward him proved to be a bit too much for her to handle.
Beetlejuice blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on Lydia's face that she had pulled so close. Unable to without going cross-eyed, he opted to close his eyes as she had done and try to decide whether to believe her or not. It was true, none of the others that appeared to him had been this solid, or their voices so clear. They were always of her when she was younger, not grown like she looked now.
No, no. It's Lydia no, it's not her Please! If it is her give me some sign if not just make her go away Ple-- His thought's shattered into a million pieces when he felt something warm drip onto his cheek. He jumped slightly beneath her, and she pulled her forehead away, ashamed. She removed her hand from the back of his head and attempted to wipe away the tear that had slipped past her defenses.
"I'm sorry, Beetlejuice, I--" She gasped as his hand flew from his lap and gripped hers like a vise before she could touch him. He wiped the wetness from his skin with his other hand and smoothed it around his fingers, scrutinizing the feel. Gingerly, he licked his fingers to taste the salty liquid. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second but melted into a frown just as quickly.
Lydia was succumbed with sadness. He won't believe. I'm doing all I can think of to convince him, but he won't believe. This is so frustrating. I came all this way to see him and now he thinks I'm fake and wants me to leave. I've waited so long and now he wants me to leave. Have I come this far for nothing?
"What, Beetlejuice? What will convince you? My tears?" she sniffled. "Well I hope so b-because that's all y-you're getting" she plopped down on her bottom from her kneeling position in front of Beetlejuice and cried into her hands. Spinning away from him, she drew up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, cradling herself as she sobbed.
Beetlejuice cast his eyes aside, then slowly returned his gaze to the weeping girl who still did not vanish. Could it really be? Is that really her? She's grown. His eyes searched her up and down, taking in her slender body molded into black slacks with squares of see-through material running halfway down either side of her shapely legs. She also wore a low-cut, dark-burgundy top with the tops of the sleeves tied up into ruffles. Damn he thought. Why didn't she look like this in an any of my dreams? He leaned forward slowly.
Lydia jumped when she felt a tender hand brush her shoulder, and she whirled to see Beetlejuice staring at her with wide eyes. She sniffed and wiped at her cheeks. He reached out with a thin finger and lethargically swiped it over her wet skin.
"Oh Lydia" he barely whispered. "Come here!" he cried, drawing her forward into his lap. "If you disappear, at least I can hold you until you do." Lydia curled into his lap, and Beetlejuice pressed her head into his shoulder as she resumed her weeping. "Don't go. Don't go. Don't go" he repeated over and over, stoking her silken hair back from her face. "You'll break my heart all over again."
Lydia swallowed spastically several times before she could reply. "I'm so sorry, Beetlejuice! I've been so terrible to you! Look what I've done!"
"No nono. It's all right. Everything is gonna be okay. You're back, right? That's all that really matters. That's all. Shhh, Babes, it's okay. I've got you now."
Lydia squeezed him even tighter. How long had it been since he called her that? Too long, she thought. "Beetlejuice?"
He cocked his head to the side, trying to look at her.
"I'll never ever leave you again at least not willingly. Say you'll do the same? Please?" she begged.
"Of course," he whispered into her forehead before placing a gentle kiss there. She backed away slightly and blinked at him, a slight frown playing at her brow. "H-Hey," he nervously explained, "I've missed you so much, Lyds. Can you blame me for wanting to be close to you?"
She giggled then, knowing full well that he just used the same excuse she had a few minutes ago. "No, I guess not."
Unshed tears gave way to a huge smile across his thin face, and he pulled her back and rocked her, hugging stronger than she thought possible for his frail appearance. "I thought I'd have a million things to say to you but now I can't think of a damn thing," he laughed into her hair. "Oops sorry."
Lydia laughed again, her sadness draining by the second. "What for, Beej?"
"I swore." He bit his lip, but couldn't help smiling in spite of himself.
"Oh, don't worry, Beetlejuice," she snickered. "I've heard and even said a lot worse. You don't have to hold your tongue back anymore. I'm old enough to hear it now."
Smiling, he stroked at her hair again. "How old are you now? Definitely more than twenty."
"I'm twenty-three," she smirked.
He slipped his finger under her chin and lifted it slightly to gaze more fully into her eyes. "Older - wiser, I bet - and more beautiful than ever before."
A hot sensation crept into Lydia's cheeks even as a broad smile spread across her lips. "Smooth talker" she said, looking away. She yawned hugely and shivered.
"Tired, Babes? It is getting late," he said absently, glancing out his window at the darkened sky.
"Yeah, I guess," she said, resting her head into his shoulder again. "I don't want to leave you though that is if you don't mind um"
Beetlejuice smiled. "Will you spend the night with me, Lydia?"
Relived, she said, "I'd love to. I'll just curl up on the floor over there--"
"No," he said sternly. "I won't have that delicate body of yours sleeping on the cold, hard floor. You'll sleep in my bed. I'll take the floor."
"And that's something I won't have, BJ," Lydia said just as sternly. "I didn't come here to kick you out of your bed."
Beetlejuice hummed, trying to think. "I got it," he said. "Up-and-at-'em, Lyds." She wiggled from his lap and stood, pulling him up with her. Even for that hug he gave earlier, he seemed much weaker, probably due to his physical condition. She wondered when the last time he ate was.
He stepped over to his coffin bed and grabbed the edge of it. Lydia sprung forward thinking he had lost his balance, but stopped when he tugged slightly at the sideboard, stretching his bed wider and wider. When he let go, the old one-person coffin bed was now wide enough to fit at least three people side by side.
"Problem solved," he grinned, dusting his hands together. "You wanna change or somethin'?"
"No, I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about, Beetlejuice. What happened?" She indicated his thin form.
He simply shrugged and coaxed her into the bed. "Haven't eaten since we separated, Lyds. Since I can't die from not eating, I just get thinner. You like it?"
Lydia slipped under the silk sheets and batted at her pillow. "I must say, you look different. But I would like it if you put on a few more pounds. Seeing your ribs stick out like that is disconcerting."
"You got it, Babes," he said with a wink, slipping into the covers as well. With the snap of his fingers, the light faded and darkness bathed the room.
"Good night, Beetlejuice," Lydia whispered into the blackness.
"'Night, Lydia," he whispered back.
Beetlejuice lay on his back and gazed up at the ceiling allowing his eyes to adjust quickly to the dark. How could he possibly sleep when he just got her back? He wanted to talk to her, ask her questions and answer hers. But Lydia always comes first, he thought. She's tired. So I guess I'll just have to wait a few more hours. After nine years a few hours is nothing.
He smiled to himself, knowing she was only a foot away and would stay there all night. He wanted desperately to reach over and touch her. Hold her. But he had already gone too far with the one kiss he placed on her forehead earlier. What was he thinking? That move could have cost him her again. Luckily, she believed the excuse that he babbled quickly. He could have slapped himself for using her exact words, but fortune smiled on him again when she found his reiteration amusing. He just couldn't stop himself though. That fragrant hair. That soft, pale skin. He couldn't believe it was really her. She had grown from that cute little girl into a beautiful woman.
Guilt coursed through him. He had known her since she was young. Was it wrong to think her beautiful? Was it wrong to want to hold her close and possibly repeat upon his one timid kiss? A small voice in the back of his mind said, No, it's perfectly natural. She is beautiful after all.
Beetlejuice sighed quietly. A soft shuffling of the covers beside him drew his attention, and he gazed over at Lydia's dark form rolling toward him. She shifted herself to lay close beside him, sweeping her arm over a part of his chest his jacket and shirt didn't cover and curled her hand around his side.
"Babes?" he whispered as she rested her head into his shoulder and nuzzled closer.
"Do you mind, Beej?" she mumbled sleepily. "I just need to be close to you. We've been apart for too long."
He reached over and stroked his hand up her back and let it come to rest on her shoulder.
"Not at all."
Beetlejuice drifted off with the sweet sound of her deep breaths and the warmth flowing from her body into his, seducing him to slumber.
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Whoo! A lot was covered here, I think! BJ and Lyds sperated for years?! What
was I thinking?! I was thinking it makes a good story attribute, that's what.
Heehee! Please... be kind... review. Thanks! ^_^