AN: I have villains with actual names! Woohoo! Okay, so this is the sequel to Underneath the Parasite and Music Boxes. I needed to figure out some conflict for the next installment in the Fears Saga. I couldn't think of anything. Then I realized Music Boxes needed to stop somewhere and I couldn't just leave it at that! So then I thought "I need a sequel for that, too!" Then I thought "Dude, why not just do 'em both?" And then BANG! Inspiration hit. Now, I bring you Together Forever!

Prologue: The Evil League of Evil

Alpha paced backed and forth at the head of the table, his head down.

Beta drummed her violet nails against the table top.

Epsilon sat perfectly still, her light brown hair hiding her face.

Delta spun around in his chair.

The four poltergeists needed a plan, but every idea had been far too flawed Either they simply couldn't do it, or it wouldn't work too well against their targets, or their targets just wouldn't care.

That was to be expected when the targets were Beetlejuice and Nightshade.

Suddenly, Delta said, "They're getting married today."

The other three jerked, startled by his voice. Then they practically screamed, "What?"

Delta continued spinning. "Yeppers. It's been all over the news."

Alpha sat in his seat, and ran his hand through his short, dirty blond hair. "I thought they didn't . . ."

Delta stopped spinning, flicked his shoulder length, red hair out of his eyes, and looked at Alpha. "They don't, boss. Juice is marrying that breather girl, and Shade is marrying that breather guy. Y'know, the ones they always hang out with? They're doing some double wedding . . . thing."

Alpha examined his dark orange nails while he thought over what Delta said. It was rare the youngest 'geist ever had any viable ideas. But this had some potential.

"Alright, here's what we'll do. We need Juice and Shade to come here, right? It seems to me, these breathers are something very special to them. If they're marrying them, then I think it's safe to assume they truly love them." He smirked. "Never thought that was possible. So, we'll kidnap the breathers, and keep them here." Then he glanced at Epsilon, his pale blue eyes glittering. "Is the machine ready?"

The small female tucked her hair behind her ears, the dark blue of her nails reflecting the dim light briefly. "The machine is operational, but the results are not entirely what we had expected," she said in her quiet voice.

"Meaning?"

Beta sighed, and in her throaty voice said, "They ended up splattered all over the walls."

"But it still works?" he asked, brows raised.

"Yes, the machine is operational," Epsilon repeated.

A slow grin spread across Alpha's face. "That's even better. Seems we've got a wedding to crash."

AN: Egads! And no, they aren't really called the Evil League of Evil. Bad Horse would have my head for that. He is the Thoroughbred of Sin, after all.