I should've updated after 13. I'm facing harshness writing this ending. Maybe I lied.

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Beetlejuice panicked. Taking her back to the roadhouse had not been a good idea, he didn't know anything about rescuing people, or how breather's bodies worked. He didn't know how she was supposed to resume breathing. If he had let her with those guys in the ambulance they would know what to do, they were trained for this kind of stuff.

He couldn't just juice himself back, he needed someone to say his name on that side, or someone alive to say his name. Two things he couldn't get to, or find. The only other option was to overuse his juice which was something that could get him into serious trouble. And he meant the serious kind. Not the minor, they'll give him a second chance, but the kind that would get him locked in the prison beneath sandworm, where demons were.

Once, he had worked for the government and they had warned him of where he sat. So much power, and no handle on it. He was only a hair away from becoming one of the demons. The old hag that used to mentor him gave him the connection to the mortal world in hopes he would find some tie to humanity, and before she passed on she got her wish. Lydia was creepy, alone, and pushed away by her peers. They met through her close encounter with death, and they had built a bond.

Now she was on her deathbed, and he could get back to the mortal world, let her be saved, but send himself to lock-up for more than six decades. Without her help, he wouldn't be able to defend himself that well and would be stuck there for a century.

His hand found her cold one, and he knew he had to do it. Do the thing that the old hag had told him never to do; say his own name the three times. Heck, Lydia deserved to live, and he wasn't about to let her die.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." As he said his own name, the Sandworms growled, earthquakes erupted, and the judge's gavel came down far in the distance. He had seven hours in the mortal world before he would be thrown back down to suffer.

Naturally, he switched to his Beetleman form, carrying the limp Lydia. He rushed into the clearing, allowing himself to look dripping wet, and letting her clothes switch back to normal.

"I found her, Betty told me what happened." He panted, letting the paramedics take a hold of her and Lydia's parents see her, to grasp onto hope that their daughter could be alive.

"She's not breathing, move quickly..." One of the paramedics muttered and the rest of their conversations were lost on Beetlejuice's ears and eyes as they moved through the crowd carrying Lydia.

Before anyone could ask him any questions, questions he could not answer, he disappeared into thin air, watching from afar, invisible.

They took her to the Peaceful Pines Hospital where they worked their magic, and she resumed breathing and the signs of frostbite and numbness disappeared, the deathly pallor returning to her normal porcelain skin color. He watched as her parents came in and out repeatedly, Bertha and Prudence came by, even Claire without her groupies, Claire's father who deposited some money on the table, a thank-you for saving their daughter, and finally Beetlejuice appeared after visiting hours were over and the hospital was less busy.

He sat on the edge of her bed, holding her warmer hand, happy with his decision, happy to see her alive. It was 10:00 P.M. and he had two more hours before he wouldn't be able to see Lydia for what was probably forever. She would grow up, forget him, pass away, move on, and he wouldn't see her again.

Beetlejuice sat there for half of his remaining time watching her sleep, occasionally stroking her face, running his hand through her soft black locks of hair, and eventually he drew away. He would go to her house, and leave her a note and the ring he had been saving for her sixteenth birthday.

Ghosting through the halls he stopped in her room, and wrote the note, it would be short, but well meant, and he left it taped to her mirror, the ring sitting under it. With not much time left, he went back to the hospital, to say his last goodbye.

Tucked underneath the blankets of the small cot, he went to the end where her head lay, and he smiled faintly. She was safe, and alive, just what he wanted. With an air of finality, he kissed her briefly on the lips, letting those in the Neitherworld drag him back.

…

It was morning, and after a few brief checks, Lydia was allowed to go home. She was happy, and allowed her parents to smother her the whole day. But a good hour after they tucked her into bed she darted up, and raced to the mirror. Without a pause, she called her friend's name three times. When nothing happened, she looked around and noticed a note taped to the mirror. Lydia turned it around and began reading.

Lyds,

I know that by the time you're reading this I'll be gone; gone beyond your limits, you won't be able to see me anymore. The day I saved you I took a risk, and with a risk, as the law and crabby government officials say, there's a consequence. Your life, and well-being is worth any price. Don't do anything drastic, keep up your photography and hobbies, grow-up babe. Just don't forget me, don't forget our adventures, don't forget to do all those pranks we had planned out. I know I said I'd never use, never feel, never want the "l" word, but Lydia, remember that I do like love you.

I'm sorry Lyds,

B.J.

P.S. Left you a present, hope ya like it.

Below the note was a silver ring, covered in green spots from age. It's main part was two beetles together, forming a slight sort of circle, with an odd gem in the middle, only found in the Neitherworld. The initials B.J. were inscribed on the gem, and next to it was a hastily scribbled note.

From: The Neitherworld Courthouse; Courtroom {13}; From Accused; {B. Juice}

L,

Last message 'fore my trial. Was savin' the ring for yer 16th, but I know I won't be able to send it. Grant me one wish and wear the ring, and never take it off.

B.J.

Do not respond to this message as this is the last message from the accused as he/she is scheduled for exorcism as of {1990, April, 24, 3:51:32 P.M.}

Lydia glanced at the clock, tears falling as it ticked on proclaiming it was 9:42 P.M. April 24th.