Pieces In A Pocket

By Wee-Me

Beetlejuice 100 Kisses Challenge

DISCLAIMER: I am a college student, a stick of gum or a strong breeze could send me spiraling into debt, so of course I don't own Betel and co. All of these wonderful imaginary people (excepting Marshal and his family, they belong to me -shudder-) belong to Tim Burton.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the tenth chapter of my madness. Yes, more madness. Kick up the creepy fu. -winks to Llew- Very long wait I know, the computer I had before died (the funeral will be soon) and then I could not find a way that would upload the blasted thing –sigh-. Thanks to PIRATEical ELF of Mirkwood, Mad-Hatter-LCarol, Xandraghazia, Doormouse, WitchyWanda, Llewlyn, and Ninnik Nishukan for reviewing. I love reviews, they make me smile and giggle and the men in white coats increase my dosage. Please enjoy.

Chapter Title: Mother May I

Used Items: (I used a lot of soap when I washed my hands a hundred times after writing this, but I don't think that counts from the list.)

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EIGHT MONTHS AGO

The situation has gone too far and he will not stand for it. His woman is resisting his advances and it simply will not do. He expressed himself to her in a way he is certain women like, Mother even told him so, so the fault must be with Lydia for not responding.

Or perhaps her advisors are to blame. Perhaps they are trying to keep us apart. How dare they?!? Mother warned me that there would be betrayers and enemies on my path to greatness. Like Father was to Mother, getting in her way and doubting. They wish to make me doubt my Beloved and myself.

The blame moved from his darling and on to some nameless, faceless other Marshal feels much better about things. A nervous tic causes the space around his left eye to flutter and twitch, but he does not notice. His eyes glaze over and his breath catches as he thinks of Lydia. He is certain now that she will be his and delighted at the honor.

Mother says it is an honor and she would know. She knows everything.

Speaking of Mother, he must go tend her soon, and to Father. (Ever the betrayer Father must be bound regularly or he attempts to leave his cellar grave.) But first he must mail his newest letter to Lydia, expressing his love and devotion and hope that she receives it.

They can't keep us apart forever my love, soon we will be joined Forever.

He kisses the sealed envelope for a long moment before heading downstairs and out the door to mail it. He must pull up the hood of his jacket and don gloves before he can venture out into the sunlight and down the mile long driveway to his mailbox. His skin itches, even through two layers of clothing, as the bright sun washes over him. His sensitivity to the light is a product of having spent more than three quarters of his life indoors with the blinds drawn. Only for Lydia or Mother would he suffer like this.

How lucky they are to have my devotion and how lucky I am to devote myself to them. I can't wait to see Lydia show me the same. It is no more than I deserve and I will accept no less.

His eye tics again as he stands just inside the door waiting for his eyes to readjust to the darkness while his pinkened skin cools down. He can hear clanking and thumping from the cellar, Mother is doing her Great Work. He is proud to be her son and to serve her faithfully. He will someday inherit her power and have his own Great Works and so is happy to serve as Mother's assistant as she teaches him The Way. A particularly loud thump followed by cursing lets him know he's had enough free time for now, Mother needs his time more. He grins and heads downstairs.

I can't wait to hear from Lydia.

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A week later Lydia has received a copy of his letter and she is, as she describes it, 'beyond icked out'. Her handlers are beginning to think that maybe this guy is not harmless-crazy, maybe he's crazy-crazy.

My first creep of my career, related to my career at least. Joy.

The handlers, her manager, and all other involved parties have decided that maybe this man needs warning off. It will be a careful warning so that it doesn't seem as if Lydia is frightened or repulsed, the last thing they want is this man to lash out at her for rejecting him. This newest letter is the most disturbing to her so far and she just wants them to stop.

Maybe this is a sign. Maybe this means I'm not meant to have a normal relationship. No romance for Lydia L. Deetz. Maybe Fate is trying to tell me that only creeps and crazies are attracted to me. Well, and dead guys, but… Never mind that. I get the message, so why does it keep getting hammered in? Ugh. What is wrong with this guy?

She drops the letter back on to her desk and reaches for her hand sanitizer. Even if he hasn't ever touched this copy she still feels dirty having had it in her hands. She can only hope that her people can take care of this guy and then everything will go back to normal.

What are the odds?

-Darling-

I haven't heard from you in so long. Have you not been receiving my letters? I know you must have seen my online posts. You mustn't ignore your biggest fan, little miss, bad things happen to authors who ignore their fans.

I mean in their careers of course. I would never let anyone hurt you. You are so precious to me, I've found myself falling in love with you. (Even though I've written you at least TWELVE times and I've only received a few piddling replies on those silly little cards)

You can make it up to me, I'll let you decide how you want to do so. (Perhaps your home address or phone number could make their way to me.) I do so long to speak to you personally and see your beautiful face up close and GLAD to see me.

I know this might be the tiniest bit fast, but I love you desperately. I'm SURE you feel the same. THEY won't be able to keep you from me much longer dear. I'll find a way to you if is the last thing I do.

I love you to pieces,

Yours (as you are MINE),

Marshal

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AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Eww. Eww. Eww. Must wash hands. Hope you liked it.