*Disclaimer: I do not own Monsters Inc. All characters, settings, ect. belong to Disney Pixar.*

*Major Author's Note (especially for people who have read before): Hey, everybody! I thought I was done, but I couldn't stay away! Due to some requests, I will be taking the story back down and putting chapter by chapter up again as I can.

Why? Well, several things. First, careless errors. Some people have called a few to my attention and, even though I scan the story before I post, I still don't catch them apparently. And, as a writer, I don't like leaving them in my more successful stories.

Second, did you guys know that Randall already has a known existing nephew?! I'm so excited! His name is Rex (and yes, he's adorable). I didn't know until I stumbled across it surfing the internet the other day. The original goal of the story was to get as close to the existing "truths" as possible, so I'm considering adding a new set of minor characters. I think them being there will enhance the story.

So… I might need your help again (and new readers, too) spotting errors and, as always, offering advice to a new writer. What do you guys think? If you feel up to it, keep checking back. The process will be slow (school has begun) so it won't be a weekly thing you guys have to feel obligated to keep up with or anything. Just whenever. Thanks!

Old readers only: Not every chapter changes, guys. I can indicate the ones that do with a new note. I will go ahead and say that one sentence changes in here, but not enough to read much again unless you just want to.

Chapter 2 "Sick," changes significantly at the end because instead of just dropping off sloppily, Randall calls his sister. Enjoy!

And the taking down of chapters begins now because I've noticed the number of readers dropping in the stats. And I can't just take it down by chapters because that will confuse everyone, so here we go.

The Picture Prologue My Own Prison

"Go on, Boggs. You should serve time in here for the rest of your life."

Randall felt himself being thrust forward into the most disgusting cell he had seen yet. Randall growled and picked himself up off the cell floor.

"What do you mean should?" Randall huffed over his shoulder.

"Well, from what I heard earlier, someone's been considering bail for you. Which I think is absurd…"

Randall managed a snarly laugh, but the look on the other monster's face told him this was no joke.

Randall tilted his head, running through the shortest list of guesses. "Fungus? My assistant?"

Now it was the prison guard who was laughing. "I don't think so," he said, "it would take someone much wealthier than a mere assistant. Besides, I cannot confirm any more information. You'll find out soon enough."

Randall waved his hand dismissively. He wasn't counting on it. Everyone he'd loved, he'd pushed away long ago. There was no one left. The prison guard tossed a musky orange shirt at him. Randall sneezed and jerked it off his head. "What's this?"

"If you're planning on going anywhere else in this prison, you are to wear something visible at all times. That invisibility trick of yours isn't fooling anyone anymore, Boggs."

And with that, he locked the door. Randall smirked and hurled the shirt into a corner. We'll see.

Within seconds, he disappeared and searched every inch of the cell for cracks, anything loose, springs. Anything. He found nothing. Nothing promising. Randall punched the side of the prison door. There was the expected clank and…was that a rattle?

Randall perked up and tested one of the bars. Nothing.

He gave it a shake. There was a squeak…and a rattle.

"Hmm."

Just as he was about to test another one, the main door to the prison opened. Randall reappeared and took a few steps back from the bars to listen.

"Ridiculous!"

Randall startled. "Huh?" That sounded like Wazowski.

"Ah! Mmm…mmm!"

Randall cocked his head. That was the thing Fungus did whenever he was nervous, which was nearly all the time. The guy was a wreck…but not enough of a wreck to come back for him. Randall shook his head and turned away. He was hearing things.

"…..sure you want to go through with this, Mr. Sullivan?"

Randall felt heat in his face when he raised his face off of his hands. Did that guard just say what he thought he heard?

"No, but I've got to try."

Randall turned away from the door. No!

Sullivan spoke so low, he almost didn't hear. What was he doing here? Why did every day of his life have to have something to do with James P. Sullivan?!

The purple lizard stiffened when the prison guard beat his bat against his door to get his attention. "Boggs, you have a visitor."

Randall cut his eyes without turning around. And of course, Sullivan was standing right behind the guard with that sappy look on his face. Randall growled to himself and stayed in place. "I'm not seeing any 'visitors.'"

The guard raised an eyebrow. "You might want to consider that, Boggs. He's your bail."

Randall turned and chuckled. Sullivan was stupider that he thought. "Why?" he asked the giant blue monster.

Sullivan sighed, indicating he had no idea how to answer. "I…"

Randall grinned evilly and took another step closer to them so he could make eye contact with Sullivan. He didn't care to hear what the other monster had to say. "I don't want anything from you."

Sullivan remained silent for a moment, and then pulled out an envelope. "We wanted you to have this to keep with you. Will you at least take a look at it?"

Randall crossed his arms and rubbed two fingers together as he eyed the envelope. By no means did he come forward.

"Don't tell me you're pulling the sympathy card, Sullivan."

"That's not what it is." Sullivan passed the envelope to the prison guard, who held it to him from between the bars.

Randall glowered at it a moment, then snatched it away and flipped it over. He flipped the flap and froze when he saw the corner of the picture inside. He didn't even need to pull it out to know what picture it was. Randall gasped and waved it roughly in the air.

"This was in my apartment. WHERE DID YOU GET IT?"

Sullivan took a step back. "Hey, calm down, Randall. We-"

The prison guard slammed his bat into the bars. Randall shivered at the clang that echoed through the cell, but stood his ground.

He never broke eye contact with Sullivan. "Where. Did. You. Get. It."

Sullivan rolled his eyes. "Fungus got it. We thought-"

What? Fungus. Of all people. Fungus. Randall vowed that if he ever for out of there….

"You thought?" Randall scoffed and let his arms clap against his sides. "Where's the frame that went to it?"

"I'm sure Fungus left it in your apartment," Sullivan said simply.

Randall nodded slowly. "Uh huh. And why exactly are you bringing this to me?"

Sullivan closed his eyes and propped himself against the bars. "Because she would want you to be better…"

Randall felt the bitter taste of fury in the back of his mouth. "Because she would want me to be 'better?'"

Sullivan caught the venom in his voice, but Randall didn't give him the chance to respond. "And who are you to tell me what she wanted, Sullivan?"

"Her friend," he answered firmly. Randall nearly lost it, but brought himself back to a calm with a deep breath.

"I think visitation time is up by now, or does Sullivan get an exception for that, too?" The prison guard glared at him a moment, then rolled his eyes.

"I'm afraid it's no use, Mr. Sullivan…"

"Oh, there's a use!" Sullivan pushed the guard aside and held onto the bars in determination. "Will you just look at it and consider the bail when we come back in a few days? We have a spot open at the laugh factory."

Randall cackled and held up the envelope. "Thanks for the picture. And tell Fungus to keep out of my stuff."

Sullivan sighed and drew back. "Just think about it, will you?"

The prison guard stepped forward and shook the bar that was loose. "And while you're thinking, the repair team will come by and work on this."

Randall glowered at Sullivan. When the big blue monster shrugged, he turned away.

Later on that night, Randall pulled the envelope out from under his pillow and ran his fingers along the edge of the flap before finally deciding to flip it up. He gently closed his thumb and forefinger around the corner of the picture and pulled it out, letting the envelope fall to the floor.

He hadn't seen the picture in a long time; when he started work on the scream extractor, he just stopped looking in its direction. Each time he saw it, he took it in his hands and just stared at it…for as long as it took for the pain to callous over enough for him to put it down.

Randall stroked the face of Callie Boggs, smiling just below his own face. He moved his fingers down to the small form she cradled in her arms. Riley Boggs, only two months old at the time, was the only one in the picture who looked confused when she looked at the camera man, who was none other than Mike Wazowski. The little one eyed creep had been trying to get pictures of all the Monsters Inc. workers and their families while the whole factory was waiting on the train that would take them across Monstropolis on a trip.

Randall winced and, for the first time in a few years, felt his face crumple. He sniffed bitterly. "Oh, Callie…"

….

"Randall Boggs! Will you get out from under that car? You and Fungus have been at it all day!"

Randall smirked and twisted his wrench. "Oh, I'm sorry, babe…is it dinner time? I'll cook as soon as I…"

He didn't miss the ice in her voice. "I made dinner."

Randall gasped in mocking surprise. "Aw, wow! You made dinner. I'll be right in with the camera so I can remember it in ten years."

"Psht. Well, I'm glad I didn't wait today," she murmured. "And why did you and Fungus take the car apart, anyway? It was working fine."

Randall pushed himself out from under the car so he could see her. "Well, while you and Feebie watch those soap operas and talk about nursing stuff, Fungus and I work with machines." And with that, he wheeled himself back under the car and tightened a bolt.

"They're not soap operas," she growled, "and Feebie and Fungus went home hours ago. I've been waiting on you to discover your surprise dinner for almost two hours, Randall Boggs!"

Callie was running out of patience. He could hear it in her tone. "Just one second…" He quickly began repairing the last few things.

"Randall Boggs!"

When he didn't respond, her feet disappeared. Randall chuckled and had just enough time to tighten the last bolt before he was pulled out from under the vehicle. Randall cackled and stood up.

Callie reappeared and giggled. "Gotcha! You are having dinner with me, Randall-"

She stopped midsentence and examined him from head to toe with a disgusted expression. "Ew, Grease Monster… Take a shower first."

Randall scoffed and blocked her way when she started to walk off. "What? Am I not good enough to eat with you after fixing our car, huh?"

He grabbed all four of her hands and pulled her into a hug. Callie yelped and immediately began twisting and pulling.

"Randall Boggs. I just took a shower."

Randall held onto her a few more seconds before standing back and smirking. Callie examined her light pink scales, now all covered in grease stains. Her crystal blue eyes cut into his emerald green eyes. She sighed wearily and crossed her arms.

"Now look what you did. Randall!"

Randall laughed and squirted some oil on her. She froze up and slowly turned her face up to look at him. He stared back at her with an evil grin and set the oil bottle back down on the tool box. Before he knew it, she pushed past him and poured the oil all over his back. Randall snatched it back and barely got a few drops on her before the stupid bottle went empty.

Callie smirked and crossed her arms as Randall shook the bottle. He tossed it aside and realized just how much oil was dripping off of him. When Callie just winked at him, he reached out and ran his oily hand down her arm. She shrieked and ran behind the car.

After a few moments of splattering oil all over each other and spilling tools all over the floor, Randall finally had her pinned to the ground. An oily Callie giggled and giggled as she struggled for freedom.

"Randall, you let me go or I'll dump your dinner off the balcony. I mean it, I mean it….get off…"

Randall considered her demands a moment, then tightened his hold. "Not until you say what a great husband I am for fixing the car."

Callie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, thanks for taking the car apart again, baby. That's just what we neede- Ahh!"

She screeched when Randall gently pressed down on her shoulders. "Say I'm the best husband ever."

Callie was nearly out of breath from laughing. "Okay, okay. You're the best husband ever. Now get off!"

Randall leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Callie finally calmed down and smiled back with a sweet smile.

Randall drew back and cheerfully made another demand. "Now say I get the first shower."

Callie attempted to throw him off again. "No!"

Randall laughed and wrestled with her until the door that connected Fungus and Feebie's apartment complex to their garage opened. Randall and Callie immediately turned their heads, like two teenagers caught in headlights.

Feebie, a little less of a wreck than Fungus, opened the door. "What's going on in here-"

Randall smirked as she her eyes examined the mess and finally focused back on them. Fungus came up behind her and startled.

"Wh-What happened to the garage?!"

Callie giggled. "Hey, Feebie…Fungus."

Feebie crossed her arms. "I hope you two are planning on cleaning this up."

Randall waved his hand dismissively. "I'll look at it tomorrow."

Callie pushed him off. "Yeah, right. It'll drive you crazy. You'll get up at 3 am and clean it. Better yet, why don't you clean this up and let me get a shower since this is all your fault?"

Feebie was ready to back her best friend up before he could even speak. "Oh, Randall. This is all your fault? And after all that trouble she went through to make dinner for you…"

Callie clamped a hand over his mouth. "And speaking of that, come get your recipes. I'm throwing it out. He has been in here since you left-"

Randall pointed a greasy finger at her. "Don't you touch my dinner."

Fungus adjusted his glasses. "You better go in with her, Randall. You might miss your chance."

Randall nodded and grabbed her hands. "I'm sorry, babe."

"I think you two need to wash up before you can even think about dinner," Feebie stated.

Both Randall and Callie perked up, shared a mischievous glance, and raced through the door to their apartment.

Later on that night, Randall and Callie were sitting in the swing on their balcony, enjoying the view of the city. When he felt her shiver, he tightened the blanket around them and drew her closer. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," Callie sighed and wrapped her arms around him. "I can't believe you snuck more flavoring in the soup."

"Dinner was great, babe! You should cook more often." Randall kissed her cheek and smiled reassuringly. It really wasn't all that bad. Just needed a little more flavor, that's all.

"Psht. 'Hey, babe, can you get the glasses?'" Callie mimicked the movements of him sprinkling more seasoning into the soup when she turned away.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Randall came up with something. "Cupcakes were good."

"You bake them better."

Randall squeezed her shoulders. "Well, you're the best nurse at Monster's Inc."

"You're the best scarer."

Suddenly, Randall was reminded of his second loss to Sullivan. "I'm not the best," he said in a low tone.

Callie's eyes darted to meet his. "You and Sulley are always alternating. That sounds pretty good to me." Callie caressed his cheek sincerely. "And you're one heck of an engineer. I mean, come on. How many monsters are scarers and engineers, too?"

Randall smiled. She always made him feel better. He held her hands in his. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd be just fine," she answered with a smile.

"Doubt it," he whispered.

Randall pulled her into a kiss and held her as they stared at their city. At last, things had turned out perfect for him.

…..

Randall shook his head against the remainder of the memory and numbly slid the picture back under his pillow. Sullivan was right about one thing. Callie would never want to see him in a high security prison cell.

Randall barely felt his steps as he made his way to the door and tested the bar. Still loose. But…he would be on the run. Never be able to go back to his apartment, never have a decent job…

Randall set the bar back in place and made his way back to his bed, waiting for any kind of feeling to come back to him.

"Oh, Callie…what would you do?"

Randall thought everything through. No way was he going to work for James P. Sullivan, but he had absolutely nothing to live for if he stayed here, either. Randall placed his head in his hands.

What can I do?

Just a small piece I wrote for one of my favorite characters. I never thought Randall turned out the way he did without going through something. Please review!

*Description of Randall's Picture* (I wish I was gifted with a talent for drawing, but I'm not. I will see what I can do about an image, but for now I just have a description. Hope it helps clear things up.)

Randall and Callie were actually sitting on some steps when Mike snuck up and took a picture. Randall is sitting on the highest step with his arms wrapped around Callie from behind. Callie is holding Riley Boggs in her arms. It was slightly cold, so Randall and Callie are in scarves, while Riley is wrapped in a blanket.

Randall: We all know what Randall looks like. His smile is just like the famous picture of him with his fingers tapping together. He has his arms wrapped around Callie from behind and is wearing a red scarf.

Callie: She is described by Randall in this chapter and will be in the next few, so I won't take up much space. She is the same type of monster as Randall. She has a pretty smile similar to a feminine version of Randall's, but not smug since she is actually laughing at Mike. She is wearing a light blue scarf and holding Riley Boggs.

Riley Boggs: Hmm… Well, I'm pretty sure it's obvious who she is, but will just let you guess :D She is a tiny two month old baby; the same type of monster as Randall and Callie. She is a "perfect mixture of the two." She has very light lavender scales, and wide blue-green eyes. She is wrapped in a thick blanket, and looks curious in the photo. She actually starts crying after the picture is taken because Mike scared her. She is better described later.

Thanks, guys!