Lydia and Beetlejuice walked into the attic space just as Delia flung the door open. The ghost made a beeline for the Maitland's toolbox to see about getting the cuffs off while Lydia made her way for the window to see what the soul sucker situation was looking like. Both of them ignored the wailing that erupted from Delia.

"Oh, how nice of you to join us again," Delia scolded as Beetlejuice dug through the box, pulling out anything that had an edge to it and set it aside onto the worktable. "Please, go on, help yourself. Maybe I can get you something from the kitchen while we are at it."

The offer made the man pause and shrug.

"Beer if you got it, I like the dark stuff, but what I could really use is a blowtorch," he said while gesturing to the cuffs on his wrists by shaking his forearms, the short-chain rattling as he shook. Delia only rolled her eyes before focusing on her stepdaughter.

"How is it that you've only been back for a few hours and I've already had it up to here with you?" Delia asked folding her arms. "Honestly, Lydia, I wish you would just talk to me."

Lydia was silent as she made out only two of the ghastly figures laying in wait for her outside. The others must have been impatient, or maybe with any luck they were dragged back to the Neitherworld. Lydia was prepared to speak to the maternal figure as a shiny black luxury rental pulled up into the driveway.

"Oh great, just what I need now, Otho," Lydia muttered as she pushed herself off from the windowsill. Before she could get a foot away from the window Delia had caught her by the arm.

"Lydia-"

"I don't have time to talk Delia!" Lydia shouted as she pulled herself away. "I just saw Dad. That psycho who wanted me dead has him locked up and I need to figure out a way to break him out and bring him back before they do something bad to him. That, or they figure out where I am and drag me away too."

Delia blinked at the information and shook her head and stepped forward to place herself between her stepdaughter and the ghost that was wedging a screwdriver into one of the keyholes.

"Your father is dead, he has all the time in the world right now, let's focus on you. Who wants to drag you away? What good would that do?"

"Cuz Chuck agreed to let Walter fucking D'Angelo get hitched to Lyds," the ghost grumbled before the screwdriver snapped in the keyhole. Beetlejuice groaned and looked to his former, current, or possibly ex-fiance. "A little help would be nice!"

Lydia moved around the confused redhead and moved to Beetlejuice's side to inspect the damage that the ghost had already done.

"Now hold on a second, Charles couldn't have done that-" A knock at the front door cut Delia off and Lydia looked over her shoulder to her stepmother.

"You better let Otho in before I send Beej to greet him," Lydia warned before returning her attention to the cuffs around the ghost's wrists. Delia could only look at the pair incredulously before storming off to collect the man from outside.

Beetlejuice scoffed at Delia's retreat before he looked to Lydia, keeping silent as Lydia fiddled with the lock, his eyes wandering from her spindle fingers right on up to those dark orbs she called eyes. He didn't have a fully functioning heart, but he could feel something pumping within him.

"Can't believe he sold me off to that bastard," Lydia hissed, breaking the silence between them. "He kept you a secret from me, lied about why we went to New York," Lydia continue as she unlocked the first cuff and moved on to the next hole. Beetlejuice could have freed himself from the second one now that the hold was broken, but who was he to stop a woman on a mission? Though to be perfectly honest he did like hearing her voice, even liked it, especially with her tossing heat at her father. "I should have called him out on it too! He thought he was being so smooth, going behind my back and trying to get Otho's help on this?! The man makes a living regurgitating whatever is in fashion for the season," Lydia said as she felt the lock reject her again. Setting down the pin Lydia shook her head, and suddenly she began to choke up.

"All these years, he's just kept mom out of his mouth, hasn't told me shit about anything. He just drinks his tea, watches his stupid birds, and tells me to keep my chin up- AND WHAT DOES HE DO? He kills himself," Lydia shouted as she broke out into tears. "If I want to die, I'm being dramatic, yet if he does it he gets to be a martyr? That he did it for me?! That's such bullshit- he's never done anything for me, it's never been about me!" Lydia sobbed furiously, fully prepared to rub her eyes raw if it would get her to stop crying. "And now- after he kills himself, he would let that asshole marry me? He should have saved us all the fucking trouble and handed me off to you in the first place."

Beetlejuice smirked slightly at the woman's rage, the grin was made out of sympathy but he knew he was treading on broken glass here. One wrong word and the venom she was spitting could be transferred to him.

But of course, he couldn't help himself.

"Well, if you are in need of a way to get back at your old man, I'd be more than happy to offer my services to you," the ghost whispered into Lydia's ear as she went back to picking the lock of the other cuff.

"Is getting married your solution to everything?" Lydia muttered as she felt the lock resist her yet again.

"I wasn't talking about marriage, babes," Beetlejuice said craning his neck to the side and shrugged seeing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with his advances he turned his attention on the brick wall, counting the bricks Charles would shit if he could get Lydia to even consider his indecent proposal. At hearing the lock click the ghost smirked and held up his recently released wrist. "My hero," Beetlejuice chuckled as he cast a side-eye to the young woman. "However can I repay you?" He asked snarkily.

"You can shut the hell up to start," Lydia muttered as she turned back to the toolbox to put what wasn't damaged away. Her hand ghosting over the razors she had considered using not all that long ago but she quickly waved the thought away and slammed the box shut. Walter had them pinned and her options dwindled down to two options. She wasn't fond of either of them, but at least one of them would be her call.

"Whatever you say, babes," Beetlejuice muttered as he sat at the edge of the replica of the quaint Connecticut town. Digging his hands into his pant pockets he felt for a pack of cigarettes but only pinched at lint. He dropped his head and considered if he would have to bum one off of Delia as Lydia crossed the short space to meet him again, giving him a rather pissed off look. Removing his hands from his pockets, the man raised his hands in defense.

"Alright, I'll shut up, jeez kid you don't gotta-"

Lydia grabbed the man by the jacket and kissed him. It was brief, forceful, and full of spite but most of all it was unexpected. Before the ghost could reciprocate or respond to the kiss it was over, but Lydia still held onto his clothes, looking at him expectantly. Beetlejuice shifted his eyes around the room in confusion before looking back down at Lydia, unsure what the hell he was supposed to do.

"Hey, uhh.. What, what was that?" He asked as he finally lowered his hands to the edge of the table he was leaning against.

Lydia's cheeks went red as she looked away.

"God, I'm an idiot," She muttered releasing him and turned for the staircase but was pulled back to face the man she had just kissed and tried to pull away. "I've never done this before alright!" Lydia shouted flustered making Beetlejuice blink.

"Did you want to?" The ghost asked with an arched brow, her expression said it all and now he realized he was the one who needed to recover.

shit. shit. Shit. SHIT!

He had knocked down whatever rebellious confidence she had built up to make to deliver that kiss and he was fucking it all up. She turned away again and he followed her down the staircase slicking his hair back nervously as he found himself rambling.

"Look that was a great start, we just need to practice a little! You know, practice makes perfect and all that, right? Right?! Come on, let's have another go, what do you say?"

"It was a dumb idea, Jesus, I can't believe I was about to marry you-" Lydia grumbled as she exited the stairway and made her way for the stairs that led to the ground floor. "The one thing that Otho is good for is that he's ordained, the idiot got certified just so he could make a spectacle at art galleries! 'This piece is the perfect union between Louise Bourgeois and Gaston Lachaise," Lydia sneered.

"Ordained?" Beetlejuice asked and silently yet visibly cursed himself before he moved to cut her off from the stairs. "Just hear me out, babes. We'll take turns! I'll go next," He said hurriedly as he moved in to kiss her but Lydia dodged the affection and hurried down the stairs.

By the time she got to the last step, her wardrobe had changed from the black number she wore to the Beauty and the Beast show to the red gown Beetlejuice had her wear several years ago. Glaring back up at the man she wasn't surprised to see that he was in the familiar and equally hideous tuxedo he donned on their first marriage attempt.

"Seriously?!"

Beetlejuice raised his shoulders and offered a smile but Lydia rolled her eyes as she picked up the hem of the gown and trudged off in search of Delia and Otho.

"Hey, Otho?! I'll give you my college savings if you can solve my beetle infestation!" Lydia shouted as Beetlejuice ran down the steps. She was a little surprised that Delia hadn't come out to investigate the commotion they had stirred, but nothing surprised her more than seeing Walter D'Angelo sitting at the head of the set dining room table with a gagged Delia on one side, an unconscious Otho on the other, and a few unknown deadbeats lining the walls.

Lydia took a step back as Beetlejuice stopped short into the room.

"Hello, Lydia. Or would you prefer Audry?" Walter purred as he eyed her. "Either way, it's good to see you again, Mrs. D'Angelo."