Disclaimer: Tim Burton (who is my new best friend), Nelvana, and Geffen Entertainment own the rights to Beetlejuice, all related characters and content, and my heart. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

Finally done! The muses smiled on me today and told me how to end my story. So here it go. I hope you enjoy it!!

Trans-Atlantic flights always suck. By the time Lydia arrived back at her apartment she was exhausted. The certainty and energy she had left the UK with had been robbed from her by bureaucratic nonsense when she changed her ticket, flight delays, the snoring of her seat mate, and long lines at the customs desk. She flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute.

Lydia glanced at her vanity and saw her postcard sitting there. The mirror, however, reflected only herself and her bedroom. No matter how tired she was (or how frightened of what might happen) she decided that she couldn't wait until tomorrow. She opened the drawer of her bedside table and rummaged around for a moment, finally finding her old oil lamp. She scooted the table directly in front of her, filled the lamp with oil, set it down, and lit it. Gathering her courage, she spoke the incantation to take her to the Neitherworld.

"Knowing that I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary! Ghostly haunting I turn loose! Beetlejuice Beetlejuice BEETLEJUICE!"

A moment later, Lydia found herself standing outside the roadhouse. For the first time since she'd been coming here she was nervous. She knocked tentatively at the door. Jacques answered.

"Why, Lydia! I thought you would not be back until zee end of zee year!"

"Yeah, well…I decided to come back early. I felt…a little homesick."

Jacques smiled a knowing smile and stepped aside to let her in.

"Is BJ here?" she asked.

"Oui. It is his daily sit in bed and feel sorry for heemself time."

"Why's he feeling sorry for himself? Don't tell me he's still mad at me!"

"You weel 'ave to judge zat for yourself." Answered Jacques. Something about his smile made Lydia suspect BJ wasn't angry at all…

Lydia pushed open the door to Beetlejuice's bedroom and called his name. There was no answer. Upon entering, she saw BJ asleep in the bed. She felt a pang of fear as she realized his mirror wasn't in its usual place. She glanced around the room and finally noticed it nailed to the ceiling. She smiled slightly…so this is what Jacques had meant.

She took a step and heard a crunch. Lydia had stepped on a beetle that had been making an escape attempt from BJ's snack jar. Where Lydia's soft voice had failed, the sound of a crunching insect succeeded. Beetlejuice woke up angry.

"Jacques, how many times do I gotta tell ya to…!"

Beetlejuice's voice died in his throat as he saw Lydia standing in the doorway. She smiled.

"Sorry, Beej. Guess I ruined your dinner."

Beetlejuice jumped out of bed and turned himself into an extremely happy dog. He jumped into Lydia's arms, licking her face and wagging his tail excitedly. She laughed. In a flash, he had turned back into himself, picked her up in a huge bear hug, and spun her around a few times.

"Lyds! Babes! Your back! When did you get in?!"

"Put me down! I just got back a few minutes ago and I'm tired as hell!"

Beetlejuice set her back down on the floor, staring hard into her eyes. She held his gaze for a moment, and then broke away.

"Beej, I have something I need to tell you."

"No."

The word came as a shock to both of them. Beetlejuice didn't know what he was going to say next, so he decided to settle back and see what came to him.

"Look, I have something I need to say," began Beetlejuice in an echo of what she had said to him months ago, "and if I don't say it all at once I won't say it at all. So just shut up and listen to me ok?"

Lydia nodded and sat on the bed.

"The reason I got so mad is we never seem to have any time to hang out anymore. You're always busy, even on the days you say you're going to come over here. And yeah, ok, so you're grown up now. But we used to have a laugh, right? And I don't know how you feel about things now…or about me…but well…I mean, like I said, you're grown up now. And…well…I wanna see you more often. But not just see, like you and me hang out…"

Beetlejuice was trying to put everything he'd been feeling since she'd been gone into words, and failing at it miserably. No matter how much he tried for her, Casanova he was most certainly not. So he fell back on simple, honest language.

"I love ya, babes. It's always been you and me, know what I mean? I missed you like crazy after you left, and now that you're back I wanna spend every damn day with you. I really do love you. So whaddya say?"

Beetlejuice turned himself into a hand of five card draw poker. His trademarked arrogance showed through a little bit in his choice of cards to be…he had turned himself into a royal flush in spades.

"Take a chance on me?"

Lydia laughed and cried at the same time. She had come prepared to say a million things, and BJ had just said them all. She stood up and threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor again, elated. After a long moment, they finally broke their embrace.

"Love ya too, Beej." Lydia whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

Beetlejuice held her close for a moment, enjoying the feel of her body against his. A wicked thought popped into his head and he smiled an evil smile. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, a glint of mischief showing behind his.

"Hey babes," he said, "Care for a little necrophilia?"

Lydia shouted with laughter as she pulled his lips to hers.

"It's showtime!" she whispered into his waiting, eager mouth.

The End