TITLE: Resurrecting Randy

RATING: R

SUMMARY: Scream 2 rewritten with much more Randy, everyone's favorite geek.

DISCLAIMER: I disclaim

AN: I cut out the scene in Baskin Robbins... I loved that scene but my version really had very little changes made so I decided not to type it up. It just wasn't really relevant to the plot and kinda got in the way of my main story line. Sorry.

AN2: *Cringe* I'm throughly prepared 4 ne flames regarding my lack of updates... but it's summer so I PROMISE I'm gonna get this updated more frequently now.

AN3: How perfect is this song? lol

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You can say I knew it all along

That you were all I wanted

To know the pain has made you grow strong

The scars inside have made you beautiful

Stop breathing for me

You said it's your right to shun dependence

And you shun

And you're scared to accept

Someone to share your regrets

When you're aching

You go it alone

~Knew It All Along~ Midtown~

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Hallie sat next to Sidney, chatting idly with her and Mickey before Sid's rehearsal began.

"Sid," Hallie broached carefully, "Just for future notice, you might wanna keep the public displays of affection to a min. around Mr. Comedian, right?"

"Why?" Sidney asked blankly, a troubled look appearing on her pretty face.

"Just a suggestion," Hallie replied, silencing Mickey's sudden hysterics with a glare.

"Mr. Meeks damn near pulled a Carrie on us this afternoon," he laughed, ignoring Hallie's silent pleas to shut up. "He was jealous as all hell."

Sidney shook her head, confused, "Randy likes Derek," she protested.

"Look Sid," Hallie finally interrupted," if you think Randy's content playing best man to you and Joe College you're not half as perceptive as I thought. He's vying for a much more..." she paused, floundering for an appropriate term, "intimate position." she finished with a pointed stare.

Sidney's eyes widened as Mickey made his contribution to the conversation, "That boy's got it bad, always has. I'm surprised he's put up with your shit as long as he has."

"Randy?" Sidney asked, trying to absorb her friend's disclosure. As if on cue, Randy entered the auditorium having had time to cool off he flashed the group a bright smile. Mickey shot Sidney an "I-told-you-so" sneer and settled back in his seat, satisfied that his point had been proved.

"Randy," Sidney squeaked in greeting, all at once noticing something in her oldest friend's intense blue eyes that she hadn't realized before. Don't read into it she warned herself, scuttling off when the director called for her, leaving the trio to talk amongst themselves.

Gus ran through one of his pep talks at seeing her rattled state and falsely attributing it to stage fright. Sidney was only superficially aware of the older man, responding on cue, her mind zipping back through her long history with Randy. In retrospect she realized that he never had liked her boyfriends, had never supported her relationships while he was there in every other respect. Her ever enthusiastic cheerleader through those painful highschool years.

Was Randy more than a friend? She never though too much on the topic but she found herself imagining herself with him of that other level with relative ease. Derek! She reminded herself, her mind still a million miles away as she ran through her scene on stage.

So absorbed was she in memories she was startled back to reality only when she caught sight of the face that haunted her every nightmare darting through the crowd of actors. She inhaled sharply, the first thread of panic tickling at her consciousness while she maintained a controlled outward mask.

The black mouth open in a perpetual scream, stark against the white plastic of the mask, there was no imagining now, Sidney was sure she saw it. The killer slipping unnoticed through the crowd. Sidney scrambled to the opposite side of the stage only to turn and be caught in the killer's black clad arms. Her scream brought the action to a grinding halt. Shocked and embarrassed tears leaked from her large hazel eyes as her classmates removed their masks and the killer vanished. She could see the confusion in their stares, the pity, and in many amusement. She dragged herself off the stage, humiliation only increasing the flood of tears.

"Sidney!" Gus called, and Hallie ran towards the stage. A few years on high school track helped Randy outpace her, leaping onto the stage to glare at his laughing and gossiping peers as he passed before disappearing into the wing after Sidney.

Mickey caught up to Hallie and held her back, "This isn't our place," he warned her as Gus struggled to regain control over his class.

"Sid?" Randy called, concern coloring his voice.

"I saw him," Sidney choked from her hiding place further back in the wing, near the exit. "Oh Randy, I saw him, he was on the stage and then..." her words tapered off in a new burst of sobbing. Sidney felt herself wrapped in a familiar protecting embrace and she was unable to stop the flood of emotions as she buried her tear stained face in his shirt.

"Shhh," Randy murmered, rocking her slowly as she cried wracking sobs into his chest. It must have been 15 minutes later when Sidney's tears finally stopped and she pulled away, shooting Randy a watery smile.

"Feel any better?" he asked sincerely and Hallie's words came rushing back. In a different world she would've leaned over and kissed him then if only because he understood. Because he had the nicest blue eyes she'd ever seen, because he never failed to make her laugh, and because there was noone who knew her better than Randy. But in that world there was no Derek, no killer, no hurt; in this world she was just leading him on and that wasn't fair, especially not to him, Randy was an incredible guy, he deserved better than her.

She could feel the concern and fear for her radiating off of him, could see the wet patches her tears had soaked on his shirt, "Maybe you should go."

"What?" Randy asked, snapping to attention.

"You shoul–."

"I heard you," Randy interrupted, I don't- I don't understand."

"I curse everyone I touch, you should get out while you can." Sidney explained, her eyes hardening.

"I gave up that option years ago Sid," Randy said softly, "I could never leave you, I lo–."

"Don't!" Sidney cried, clapping her hands over her ears. She couldn't go through with this if he said it, the only way to get rid to get rid of Randy was to make him think he had no chance, that she didn't care. And he had to go, before he got hurt and she was left with another friend's blood on her hands. "Leave!"

"No!" Randy insisted, standing to increase his intimidation level.

"You've served your purpose," Sidney said coldly, screaming inwardly when she saw the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal and heartbreak.

"I'm not your fucking toy Sid," he warned.

"Could've fooled me," Sidney snapped, turning to face the opposite wall so she couldn't see his face screwing up as he struggled to disguise the pain and confusion as anger.

"Christ Sid, stop, this isn't you," he pleaded, his voice not cracking, or betraying any deeper feelings like those extremely expressive eyes of his.

Chris was here Sidney ignored Randy, reading the graffiti on the wall in a futile attempt to distract her.

"Sidney are you listening?"

Remember it's not "How high are you" it's "Hi how are you."

"Come on Sid we've been through so much, what the hell are you doing?"

A.M. & M.W. 4Ever

A single tear dripped down Sidney's face as Randy let out a final aggravated cry and slammed out of the auditorium.

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