AN: Hopefully you're planning on giving this thing a chance; the summary was pretty crappy. XD This is my second attempt at posting a story before it's finished. I really hope I can finish this one, because I really like it so far. I've got two and a half chapters finished, so hopefully that'll help.

I've rated it T 'cause something in my gut tells me I should. Yep...

Once again, I think BJ and some of the other characters are kind of OOC, so if you notice a problem-area, don't be afraid to point it out. :)

There's no real reason that I gave the mayor a daughter. I dunno, seemed like kind of a fun idea.

Also, I should note that Lydia's already dead. It's one of the few ways I'll ship BJ/Lydia.

I own nothing but the story! Not even the Beg and Mercy's Eye-scream company!

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CHAPTER 1

The Trial

The spotlight flicked on, revealing a very confused Beetlejuice standing in the middle of the courtroom. Lydia stood nearby, in her own spotlight. She looked around. Beetlejuice turned towards her, shrugging.

"Well, BJ… it was fun while it lasted," she said. He grinned. She looked up towards the judge's podium. Judge Mental glared down at them, quite literally fuming.

"Beetlejuice, this is the last straw!" he said loudly. Beetlejuice slumped a little. Lydia fiddled with the chains of her handcuffs. "I have had it with you and your childish pranks!"

"Oh, come on, your honor--"

"Silence!" The word echoed off the walls as though defying his wish. Beetlejuice swallowed. Lydia's stomach dropped to her toes. "You have gone too far this time, Beetlejuice! You nearly killed Mayor Maynot and his daughter! And now we're sending our best Neithersoldiers in to try and catch that Sandworm before it can do too much damage!"

Beetlejuice smiled timidly, showing all the bugs in his teeth. "Ahh, we've had Sandworms in the Neitherworld before!"

Judge Mental's eye twitched. "Not pregnant ones! This Sandworm may be laying its eggs in the Neitherworld dump right now, and that would only cause more problems!" Beetlejuice swallowed again, kicking the ground with his heeled boot.

"Heh heh… Oops."

"I hereby sentence you and your little girlfriend to be fed to the Sandworms when this is sorted out!" the Judge yelled. Beetlejuice's blood (If he had any) ran cold.

"Not the Sandworms!" he screamed, running over and cowering behind Lydia. "Anything but the Sandworms!"

There was silence as Judge Mental watched Lydia try to comfort her friend. The cogs in his brain began turning quickly, formulating a plan. It was a rotten plan, but there was a slight chance it might work – even if he didn't get to throw Beetlejuice to the Sandworms.

"Perhaps… Perhaps if you… settled down," Judge Mental said, smiling meanly. Beetlejuice perked up.

"What? Settle down?!" he said loudly, causing Lydia to flinch away a little. "You mean… get married?!" He put a hand to his throat and acted like he was choking.

"It would be better for everyone if you did so," said the Judge, picking at his rotting fingernails, "You know… get married, have children--"

"Children?!" Beetlejuice shrieked. He fell on the floor and began bawling. Lydia giggled.

"Gee, BJ, you'd get along great with kids, you baby," she said, stepping away from him.

Beetlejuice looked up. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed her by the front of her shirt. "How can you say that, babes?" he screeched, "How can you take their side?"

"Order, order!" Judge Mental yelled. Beetlejuice and Lydia looked up at him. There was a forced 'happy' smile on his face. "Look! You two seem to be very close, why don't you get married?"

"What?" Lydia asked in a dead voice. Her skin drained of any and all colour.

Beetlejuice let out a strange sort of whimper, hanging on her shirt and staring up at the Judge. "Me and Lydia? Married?" he choked.

"No!" Lydia said angrily.

"That or the Sandworms," said the Judge.

"But that's not fair!" Lydia complained, while Beetlejuice continued blubbering about being married. "Isn't there anything else we can do? Community service or something?"

"No! I have had as much as I can take of Beetlejuice! It's time he retired from pranks!" said Judge Mental loudly, waving his hands.

"Retired?" Beetlejuice cried, collapsing onto his knees in a pathetic little ball at Lydia's feet. He began bawling into his hands. At this point it was hard to tell if he was faking or not. Lydia guessed it was somewhere in between.

"Oh, come on!" Lydia protested, "Can't you see you're hurting him?" She gave her best 'kicked puppy' look.

"That's the point of punishment," he said, his deadly tone ending the argument once and for all. Lydia swallowed. She grabbed Beetlejuice by the hands and yanked him to his feet. "Beetlejuice, it's up to you: Marriage or the Sandworms."

Beetlejuice sniffed, turning towards Lydia. Her eyes were large and rather intense, almost glowing in the dim room. She gave a tiny nod. He sighed angrily, turning away from her. "Fine!" he snapped, closing his eyes indignantly. "Fine, I'll get married." His voice was tight. There was a loud clack. Beetlejuice opened his eyes and met Lydia's gaze. She smiled a little.

"Alright, then!" said the Judge, "The wedding will take place tomorrow at twelve o' clock noon!"

"Shouldn't there be a rehears--"

"No!"

The spotlights went out.

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The night came and went much too quickly. Lydia didn't sleep at all, instead choosing to confide in Ginger and Jacques while Beetlejuice was off spending his last hours as a bachelor in some kind of nearby bar or something.

Jacques and Ginger weren't exactly excited. When Lydia told them she would be getting married, Jacques' jaw fell to the floor (Literally), and the string of silk keeping Ginger suspended snapped.

She spent the whole night on the couch, eating pint after pint of 'Beg and Mercy's Funky Junky Eye-Scream' and trying to keep her mind off the next morning by watching scary movies while talking to her friends.

Eventually Ginger and Jacques went back to their apartments to catch some sleep before the 'big day' and Lydia was left alone with only her movies and eye-scream to keep her company. She didn't really feel like crying. The more she thought about it the less she felt like crying about it. It was more of a hollow disbelief. She continually reminded herself that being married to Beetlejuice wouldn't change their relationship at all. It would just change her last name… and not even that, if she wanted.

The sky was just beginning to lighten when Beetlejuice returned. She had expected him to be completely drunk, but he seemed to be completely sober. There was a hanger on his index finger, but whatever was on the hanger was covered by one of those big white plastic bags. After he'd closed the door they stared at each other.

"I got you something," he said quietly. Somehow, that made her want to cry. She stood up and walked over to him. He lifted the hanger and let go. It stayed suspended in midair, and he rolled up the plastic bag. A large amount of fabric expanded when the bag was taken off, revealing an extremely pretty red wedding dress on the hanger.

She turned towards him. "BJ, I… This is really thoughtful of you," she said, crossing her arms. Her voice was a little higher than usual. He put his hands behind his back and kicked the floor.

"Yeah, well, I figured you needed something pretty for… tomorrow. Something prettier than I could Juice up," he snorted, smiling in spite of his sullen attitude.

She returned her gaze to the dress, gently fingering one of the bright red ruffles. She wiped her eyes. "Nothing's gonna change, BJ," she said, "Just because we're… well… It'll all be the same." She smiled hopefully.

He crossed his arms, staring at the floor as he ground his boot into it. He sighed. "Erm… yeah… Uhm, Lyds?"

"What?"

"I know this is really sappy and all, but I was wondering if you'd do me one little favor…" She stared at him. He looked up at her, smiling sheepishly.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Uhm… I was just hoping you'd… take my last name," he said, looking back down to the floor. He thrust his hands into his pockets, trying to be casual about it. She sighed and walked over to him. She grabbed his tie and straightened it a little, looking up at him. His face was a slight shade of pink. She smiled, a little bit evilly.

"Only if you take a bath."

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Well, that's the end of that! Tell me whatcha think:D

Also, if anyone has an idea for a new name for this story, please tell me. I really don't like its name right now.