AN: I know, I know. Took me for freakin' bloody ever, but it's done now. Thanks to all my reviewers.

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Why did it have to hurt so much? It felt like she had been crushed by a steamroller five times, sliced, and had salt rubbed into the wounds.

Stop being such a drama queen, Nights.

Nightshade's eyes flew open. Which she immediately regretted, and closed them just as quickly. She tried swallowing before she spoke.

"Haven't heard from you in a while," she told the voice. Her voice came out scratchy, and she coughed.

There hasn't been a reason for me to speak. You haven't been doing anything stupid as of late, and it's rather difficult to form coherent thoughts when you're drunk.

"Oh, I wanna get drunk again."

Might want to get out of the hospital first.

"What?"

You're in the hospital, Nights.

"Why am I in the hospital?"

"Nights, shut the fuck up or I'm gonna . . . hit ya with somethin'."

The female blonde cracked open an eye and tilted her head towards her partner's voice. Beetlejuice was on the other side of the hospital room, their breathers in the beds between them. He had his eyes closed, and she smirked at the cream hospital gown he had to wear. She looked at her own, and her smirk turned into a scowl.

"Why must they put sick people in the most unfashionable outfits in the history of the Universe?"

"Stop fuckin' talkin', dammit."

"Why don't ya make me, fat ass."

"Least I have an ass, ya scrawny little twig."

Nights winced as she waited for the curse to take hold and turn her into a twig. When it didn't happen, she blinked. Nights opened her mouth to say something else, when the door opened and Juno walked in with Seren behind her.

"Ah, I see you two are finally awake," the case worker said around the cigarette in her mouth. Nights watched as Juno went to Beetlejuice's side and checked the machines next to him.

Seren made his way to hers. "How are you feeling?" he asked, looking at the screens.

"Like hammered shit." Nights looked at the IV in her arm. "Wazzat?"

"Pure energy. To replace what you lost. Lydia and Derrick have the traditional breather IVs. Which was a major pain in the ass to acquire."

She heard Beetlejuice ask "How long we been out?"

"Two weeks," was Juno's reply.

"I should be on my goddamn honeymoon," Nights mumbled. "I'm pretty damn certain if there wasn't a huge ass wedding, none of this woulda happened." She turned her head to look at Beetlejuice. "Whose idea was that, anyway."

"Not mine. So Junebug," he said, finally opening his eyes. "How much longer we gotta lay here?"

"Until you can juice something."

"Fuuuuuuck."

A few days later, Lydia and Derrick were conscious. The breathers were rather surprised to find themselves still alive. However, they didn't hurt nearly as much as the poltergeists. The four of them filled each other in on what happened, and Seren told them the rest.

Nights was sitting up on her bed, sketch book propped against her legs as she worked on a strapless dress. "So what now?"

Seren, occupying the chair next to her, shrugged. "There will be a trial."

Beetlejuice snorted, not taking his eyes of the deck of cards he was currently shuffling. "And what, give 'em a slap on the wrist? Not like the Neitherworld's got any love fer me and Nights."

"No, but you are Powers. They'll most likely get prison time."

"When's the trial," Derrick asked.

"After the wedding," Seren said.

"Beej, I don't want a big wedding," Lydia said quietly.

"No shit, babes," he said with a grin. "I didn't want one in the first place. Just need witnesses and a priest."

Seren smirked. "You could do it right here."

"What?" the four of them asked.

"Beetle and Nights have the authority to perform marriages."

"All right!" Nights held up her hand for a high-five. Seren simply looked at her. "Aw, come on, darlin'! Don't leave me hangin'!" A noose appeared around her neck. She looked down at the rope resting on her chest. "At least it didn't actually hang me." She glanced back at the black haired Power. When he didn't respond, she sighed. Reaching over, she grabbed his hand and smacked their palms together. "You fail, Seren."

"I do not give high-fives."

"Fist bump?"

"No."

"Come on, sweetheart! Live a little."

"We're dead."

"Yeah, so? Doesn't mean you have to act like such a stiff. I thought we were beings of energy. Shouldn't you be, I dunno, energetic?"

"Hey, Nights," Beetlejuice said, getting her attention. "He's government. They got sticks shoved so far up their asses, they can't even slouch. Ever wonder why they sit up so fuckin' straight?"

"That explains a lot." Nights shot Seren another glance before slipping the noose over her head and making it disappear.

Nightshade quickly repaired the tear in Lydia's red wedding dress. It took three weeks for the blondes to heal from the near-exorcism, and they still weren't a hundred percent. Close, but not quite.

"Let's go, Nights!"

She shot Beetlejuice a glare. "Just fucking hold on! Lydibug ain't getting married in a ripped dress." Once the garment was repaired, she stood and moved in front of the couple. "Okay. . . ." It was then Nights realized she had never been to a wedding. She had been the eldest daughter in her family, thus the first to get married. But she had ran on her wedding day. Sure, there had been rehearsals, but the priest had never actually gone over the vows.

"Well," she said after a moment of frantic thought. "Okay, um, B? You love Lydia?"

Beetlejuice blinked, kind of surprised at her blunt question. "Yeah."

"Lydibug, you love Beetlejuice?"

"Yes."

Nights crossed her arms, wishing this had gone a little more . . . romantic. "Alrighty then, give her the ring." After Beej had slipped the ring on Lydia's finger, Nightshade continued. "By the major power invested in me, I now pronounce you happily married! Seal the deal with a kiss."

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AN: Yeah, I'm ending it here. There's another after this one. Dunno when it'll be up.