Author's note: Ok, so this might be a really odd story, might not succeed, might be the worst story ever, but damned if I let it stay in my head. This has been bugging me for the past whatever, when I should be working on Lithium and other various things, and I've decided that this has potential. So I'm gonna share with you this little bit my brain has to offer.

It's neither movie or cartoon verse, it's sort of what happens after everything in those verses is said and done. Hope you guys like it, or tolerate it. Tell me what you guys think of it. If not then I doubt I'll have another chapter to this. Kinda surprised that this concept hasn't been put up in our little section of before...

Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice. But I do own this concept, if that means anything.

Now onto the first, and possibly only, chapter of:

The grass is always greener...

Chapter 1: He's out!

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A hum of welcome for strangers passed along corridors of alleys and hole-in-the-wall places, lighting the air it graced with a sense of calm, despite the sharp glows that flickered in the pits of darkness. They took in the young form, head tucked down and hands deep in pockets as the collar of her long jacket raised protectively against her pail cheeks. Long, inky hair dangled delicately, hiding any malicious intent that may seep through big, brown, hollow eyes.

She was perfect admits the world that sinfully replaced odd beauty long ago in her eyes, a place she had joined, and had yet found a way out. Her hands gripped deep in her pockets, her blood red jacket swishing as it tickled her ankles. A sneer rising to her pail, flawless lips- a tint of blue shining past the painted red.

She was known as Lyondell, to those that she could care less for, and only acknowledging her birthright to certain individuals. That same birthright that she had long since dropped once he was gone from her afterlife.

She hated him for it, for how she left him. She hated those Royals, for taking him from her. She even hated her case worker, who did nothing for the high power she portrayed. She hated herself, for letting him slip so easily.

Because she was weak.

She wasn't weak anymore though- not for the past two hundred and fifty-six years was she weak.

There was a wisp of wind drifting by her ear, almost affectionately, and she sneered even more, her brown eyes filling with annoyance. She looked up sharply, to see a jagged thin doorway smashed between two wide and intimidating storefronts, almost crushing the small, spineless doorway, just because they could. With a flick of her finger, the two storefronts inched to the side, as if big sister came to the rescue. Her eyes flicked to the two stores, and then to the doorway, in perfect working order, not being crushed by the two bruits of stores.

That would change once she was gone though.

There was a threatening tug at the sides of her mouth, but she shook it off and gripped the door knob gentler than she wanted. With willing access, she passed through.

As soon as the intimidated door closed behind her hopelessly, she eyed the room in front of her. A nauseous yellow glow buzzed through the room, bathing everything within its grasp in a puss yellow. The wall paper was pealed, revealing the cement behind it, which was cracked and chipped at because of burst of energy that were not lost on her. She almost smirked in reminiscence, almost.

Her eyes wandered to the rapidly opening and closing door, flattened people with tire tracks thickly imbedded into them passed through it, with paper sticking out of them like needles sticking out of pin cushions, feeling their bored, almost pained, eyes glance at her without a second thought, turning rapidly on their wired tracks into various other doorways, also opening and closing rapidly. She could swear that this place was cooling itself out, makeshift fans churning the stale air around, if there was any air to begin with.

Sure, there might have been oxygen, but only enough for a breather to say its final good-bye to its title.

She looked at the captives, the secretary with only half a body snapping on exposed gum, the other secretary, which as the other half blowing out smoke which had already escaped her a few seconds too late. The second turned to the first, warning that she was going to get gum on her half of their heart again.

She smirked, tolerating, and even liking at some point or another, the twins to the same body. She glanced over at the four beings stuck on the bench for what would seem eternity. They were there the last time she was there at least, which was a good year ago. The shrunken head man, with big bug eyes and a huge body wrapped in detective wear, which made him seem bigger. A female with three fourths of her head blown into a hole, only showing one eye, and a little corner of a smirk sat next to him. She greeted Lyondell with eye contact. Such a hauntingly blue eye, and the rest of her body was in perfect condition.

Last, but not least, two kids that were holding hands. A girl that was five with a boy that was three. The girl had a knife shoved right through her body, right where her heart was, and the boy had two. The worst of it was that they still had so much hope and love in their eyes, despite what had just happened to them. The girl smiled at her. "Hi Miss Lyondell, do you know where our daddy is?" she said, sunshine flowing through her words, and the older woman stiffened.

She sighed, and put a smile to them. "No, but when I do I'll tell ya, ok doll?" she said, and the girl giggled in return. She turned to the two secretaries, without a care in their worlds, and cleared her throat. "Hey Gemini." She said, feeling both sides turn their attentions to the woman in front of them. "You're getting these two in asap, aren't ya?" she asked, a serious tone set in her voice. The one to the right stiffened up, stopping her gum-snapping instantly, eye widening with attention.

"Ya, o'caus." She said an accent gurgling from her divided voice box. The other was not impressed, flicking the hand that held her cigarette in, towards a cracked doorway. Blue-gray smoke billowed out from it, causing anyone but her to worry. "Swee', Juno's wai'n'." The other sounded through the leak of smoke.

She only nodded and walked to the smoky doorway, sending one last reassuring smirk towards the two kids, who returned the gesture.

With a quick knock she was let in with a gravely retort. Lyondell rolled her eyes as she slipped in, trading places with the thick smell of stale tobacco. The office hadn't changed much, not that it ever did. There was just the big wooden desk with a displeased older woman sitting, hands laced together, and sucking in the endless cigarette, the smoke flowing out the hole, dead center in her throat.

"What did you call me here for June? Are we going to have these yearly meetings, to make sure I don't bust his soul out of the Lost Souls Room?" She asked in false amusement, a slight smirk pressing against the corners of her mouth, pulling up a seat that seemed to be pulled out of the wall. She plopped down onto the seat, her thumbs flipping, playing with themselves.

The usually snippety woman was unusually calm, a glare thick in her eyes, but nothing more. Slowly the smirk that the younger woman had faded, until a half hour passed, when the older woman's eyes finally focused, and looked at the person right across from her. "Shut up Deetz." She said sharply, as if the thirty minutes were just thirty seconds. The younger of the two stiffened up at the name, everything stopping.

"What's got your panties in a bunch June?" Lyondell asked, only to get a sharp 'Shut up' in return.

When new smoke had replaced old smoke Juno finally decided to speak up, getting her thoughts together. The younger woman had never seen Juno so shaken before, not to the point of not having her words together at least. It disturbed her, made her dead heart lurch, stomach churning at something about to be said. Juno stared at her, fingers tightening together on the immortal cigarette, finally opening her mouth to speak.

"He escaped the lost soul's room."

She stiffened unnoticeably, her eyes digging into Juno's. She then let out a sharp laugh, as if to calm her own nerves. "Figures a soul that grand couldn't be held to that blasted room, even if he was exorcised."

Juno started to shake, defenses flying up as she stood up and slammed her palms down onto the wood of the desk, her cigarette crumpling a little. "This is serious Deetz!"

"Don't you think I know that?!" She countered, her voice rising slowly. Juno paused, considering the girl in front of her. Considering her deep eyes which held anger and panic. "Don't lecture me on this. Anything else but this, damn it." She said, her defenses coming up, shielding her emotions from her eyes.

Juno sneered lightly, and took a quick swipe of her cigarette, inhaling it deeply. The younger woman just watched. A pause of three breaths allowed the two women to regain themselves, and they returned to their discussion at hand. "Look, Lydia," she noticed the girl stiffened. "I know that, after what happened that this is tough, but for fucks sake, he got out. Grow up." She said gruffly, inhaling another puff.

Jaded eyes studied her. "How long ago?"

Juno paused, cigarette pressed against her lips, considering what she said. Anger flew into her eyes, as she turned to her door. "Marni! Get in here!" She roared out the door, and in an instant the door flew open, as one of the flattened paper pin-cushions flew into the room, almost falling off her railing. With a quick swipe Juno took the thick file that was somehow pinned successfully to her face. Not even taking a look at the rest of her covered head to toe with pinned on files, she waved her hands in dismissal. "Get out of my sight." She sneered, sitting back down as Marni left in the same fashion she came.

Juno then dropped the thick file onto the desk, as one of the legs broke under the weight. With a flick of the hand the table returned to its previous position, not even taking care to fix the leg. With a flip, papers shot out of the file, quickly covering the whole room with a half foot of papers, even sticking to the walls and ceilings and every other odd angle that they could reach. Juno paused, closing her eyes and almost breaking her immortal cigarette in half. Lyondell just smirked in amusement, seeing Juno being covered in a paper-Mache sort of look, while she was perfectly untouched. Then suddenly, all the papers, which had fine, barely readable writing all over them, had stamps of big, red letters. The words even curled around Juno in defiance.

Suck on this paperwork, you old hag! Were what the words said and Lydia snickered to herself. She was actually pretty relieved that her old friend still had his ways to imprint on the world around him.

She then noticed as a single paper floated down into Lyondell's hands; a report on the lost soul Beetlejuice. Her eyes widened as she saw when his soul escaped, and a frown was deeply etched into her face.

Almost 18 years ago…Well shit, she had to find his soul asap.

She smirked as the woman in front of her shook wildly, hands clutched and shaking above her head, and roared out through the paper.

"Beetlejuice!"

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Well there you have it my darlings, the first chapter. RnR please.