This is a Fan Fiction of a Fan Fiction to the wonderful fic called Lost and Found but not Healed by BlackShuriken.

Author's Notes:

It is VERY recommended to read is predecessor and watch Monsters Inc. before you read this fic. Otherwise it's pretty butterballing confusing.

All rights to the original story go to Dark-Crescent-Moon here on DA.

Intro:

The day Danielle DeMarsh decided to save and heal what she believed to be a dying alligator on the side of the road is the day her life began a connection to a different world. What came with saving the creature turned out to be living proof of a species known as a "Monster" from an alternate world, a monster known as Randall Boggs. Despite their differences and parallel worlds, Danielle and Randall Boggs, have committed to each other in loving romantic relationship together in the human world.

While the connection between this human and monster remained balanced, their worlds collide in a way that threatened the secrecy of the Monster World. For both their worlds were once one a long time ago, but because of an ancient feud between species their worlds were separated….but their genetics remained compatible.

This collision or between their worlds has taken form of a young child or rather a "Hybrid".

The daughter of Danielle and Randall.

Her appearance human, but with her father's "abilities" which she has almost no control over.

For the safety of their child's survival, their relationship had to be relieved to the Monster World and much controversy and debate over the fate of the child and collision of their worlds has erupted. For this has happened before….but never had a Hybrid been revealed outright to CDA by the parents.

After four years, the CDA and the new family came to a temporary agreement.

To insure the fate of his daughter, Randall remorsefully had to return to the monster world as representative for his child and monitor the CDA's decisions. Awhile, more of the Monster World is being revealed and remember by children because of the positive influences of Laughter based energy has had, the decision of which world the child should eventually live in and what her purpose has become a crucial top secret project.

Leaving Danielle alone, with enough information and preparation, to raise the child until the CDA, the Central Monsters Intelligence Agency, and the Board of Directors for Monsters Incorporated reaches an agreement.

Seven years have passed with little connection between the two lovers, as their child has lost all connection to her own identity and the identity of her own father.

Chapter 1 Same as any other day

Early in the morning.

Today is the day.

All the other days were duds, but this time Desiree was sure she be able to see if her theory is correct.

Tossing her old calendars aside, she treaded over to her current one marked with a red "x" on a Monday.

"It should happen around 2:30 through 3:15", she mumbled chewing the bottom of a marker in her mouth. Desiree knew it happened while she would still be in class. What she had to do she felt pretty guilty about. Well the whole lying part, albeit it wasn't for any old dumb reason. Today WAS the day, and nothing was going prevent her from catching this "event" in action. Not even school. Not even her mom.

Even since she had started school it has been happening, and ever since it has been consistent. What has changed is Desiree growing old enough to realize she doesn't have a special "present ghost" or whatever coming out of the closet dropping off presents on her bed side every so often as her mom claimed.

First suspect that came to mind was obviously her mother but she quickly deducted that wasn't possible. She only finds them near the time she comes home from school. If her mom were to drop off the gifts there would be many obstacles enabling her. Every morning before school they wake up together, all while sticking to each other like glue and too busy getting ready. They then drive off to Beldam Brook Middle School. After dropping of Desiree, Danielle makes her way over to her job a decent thirty minutes away from the school plus forty-five minters away from home, from the school. Her mom wouldn't risk being that late just to drive all the way back for these secret presents…..would she? Afterwards, and usually exhausted, she picks up Desiree and they both make their way home. Plus it always happens on Monday and when Danielle's shifts are the roughest. When would she have a chance to pop in her daughter's room?

Auntie Lizzers?

No.

Real Aunt.

That's almost funny.

Grandmama.

Yeah not after these past two years.

And to top it all off, her mom had the windows closed up, and whenever she left her room she looked with the key she took from her room's room. The only place left to enter was….well the closet. Mom always acted weird around those, usually checking them before went to sleep or if she came inside then left the room. She is a terrible liar and only acts that weird when the topic of "him" comes up.

That meant….the only person was left.

There was no way she could mess this up.

Failure is not an option anymore.

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Since she woke up extra early to prepare, Desiree slid her feet across the floor 'til she reached the kitchen where she would find what she called "the holy liquid". The smell of coffee was an immediate invitation to her mother, who after three minutes of the coffee brewing slugged into the kitchen with glazed eyes. Almost robotically, they brought up chairs to coffee machine and leaned onto the kitchen counter, both mirroring each other as if their stares made the brewing process faster. The pitter pattering of a set of paws came to rest as the cat planted itself next to its hypnotized caretakers.

If the cat could talk it would probably say that its masters were obsessed to point of withdraw symptoms, assuming quitting was even considered. But the cat didn't talk, however Danielle did.

"Babe?" She voiced through her muffled yawn.

Turning to a slow halt when her mother wrapped an arm around her tiny form, Desiree flinched a bit. She had been doing this a lot. The fact she that the girl did so concerned them both. However, they were too tired to try and finally work it out or try to even discuss it. Way too early.

So they tried hard to brush it off. Like many other un-resolved things. Desiree thought to herself.

"Any special reason you're up this early?" Oh boy did Desiree hope she would ask. Time to do what almost every kid has done their parents at least once. Luckily, her mother trusted her, but that made it kind of worse at the same time. Guilt was not going to stop her though.

"I couldn't sleep at all last night. 'Got this wicked head ache, and even now I still stinkin' have it. Isn't coffee supposed to help head ache's because of caffeine?" She moaned, and for extra effect began to rub the three bumps on her head. This of course was not undetected by Danielle, who put her hand on her daughters head. No fever and her skin was still its normal healthy color and not different shade. Although that last part was actually pretty common. After making a confused face, pushing Desiree's hair in the process, Danielle's hand traveled up to Desiree's bumps. Desiree's heart beat quickened as her mom's gentle hand drew closer to her sensitive bumps.

"Does this hurt?" Carefully pressing the bumps through reddish-brown locks, she waited for an answer.

"Ssss. Yeah." Yes. Okay she looks concerned, now all I got to do is-

"Well how bad is it? Is it serious? Because if it is, know that if I leave you home that I won't be able to come home quickly if you need me. I've already taken some sick days myself. Geez, what am I saying I don't even feel comfortable about leaving you home if you're sick. It's not like a weekend. Maybe I could ask Liz-no I can't she's out of state -"

Darn.

I don't think I can do this…NO. wait maybe-

"Mom?"

"Uh, yes?" She stopped trailing and re-focused her eyes back on her daughter.

"I can try and go to school. Maybe see if I feel better. But-but what if I feel bad and need to come home? Guilt was probably written all over her face, and it was contagious.

Danielle rested her head on her palm, shutting her eyes in thought. Seeing her mother look so drained so defeated all the time…..especially today. It didn't seem like a good day for her. The whole thing was making Desiree ironically feel sick. These days were rough on her….. with her job and the recent activities at my school, and something else. She could see her mom beginning to fidget again. Knowing how much it would burden her mom to have to leave work to come pick her up early from school. But if it works then…..dannnnnnggggg iiiittttt.

"Ohhhhh, baby I don't know if I-hold on let me try and call Ray." Balancing herself off the chair, and almost tripping on her cat, Danielle made her way to the phone; knowing her boss was always there early.

Gripping her knees, Desiree just sat there pretty much disappointed in herself.

XXX

The plan was set back in motion.

Apparently, Ray has a soft spot for Danielle and as a single father himself cut her a break. "Plan Present Spirit" seemed to be continuing smoothly, so why wasn't Desiree excited? Could be a lot of things. The thick stench of rotting plants blowing into her face as she glared out the window. It could be the fact that she finished her coffee and she still didn't feel any less drowsy. Or the bad taste left in her mouth from speaking a lie.

It's not as if she hasn't lied before. Her life outside family was pretty much a big façade. But she only wants to do this once, and she hopes that this one time will be the one that works. She subconsciously started to push her locks back with her; loving the feel of her hair. Despite the wind, she already began to feel flustered from the heat and began to sweat. Groaning dramatically as she tried to stretch the hood and collar down, only to comfort herself with humor, Desiree sunk into her set.

Danielle chuckled a bit at the act, and began to caress Desiree's scalp. Moments like these Desiree cherished, but she felt a little embarrassed to tell her mom at the time. Noticing her mom was paying attention to her made her feel something, but her attention usually needed to be elsewhere. She pointed her finger leading her mom's vision back to the road. Danielle sheepishly laughed out a yawn, but still keep her hand on Desiree's head. She felt like she didn't deserve to get that attention after now that she's hiding stuff from her mom, but maybe acknowledge shouldn't go unsaid.

"Thanks for always doing things this." Much to Desiree's shame, Danielle gave Desiree a look that showed her no judgment or falsehood. Just love. Only a look a mother could possible give to her daughter so nonchalantly and yet say so much. Pure guilt, and yet all Desiree mustered was a wary smile in return.

"Dezi, don't think what you're thinking. All kids have a sick day so it's n-nothing to beat yourself up about." Danielle replied drowsily as she gave her daughter a nudge on shoulder mimicking a punch; while trying to imitate energy. These days were usually a blur to Danielle as it was mostly her daughter, work, and sleep. Sleep sounded real nice a now. But unfortunately responsibilities came first, and always first though her body protests.

"Thanks and that's good and all, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm always making things difficult for everyone." It came out completely flat. She didn't even know if she wanted to continue this conversation anymore….it wasn't going to go anywhere different. Limited information meant limited talks. To Desiree it sounded harsh, but to Danielle "oh" the contrary. She knew that tone all too well from ….another one.

"You say that as if you expect everyone's lives go without problems. Look, please don't worry about it. Just try and rest your head until we get there…..that sound good?" A yawn escaping her mouth yet again as her eyes heaved. Danielle knew how to handle the…. other one but her daughter has become distant lately and she's been meaning to talk to her about it. It was seriously worrying her. She felt like….she was losing her daughter. The guilt. It constantly ate at her just looking at her daughter. What was once a simple girl, now has started to fade away. She wished she could her, now with what has been happening she's starting to worry about telling her or even if she'll get a chance to tell her at all! But…..things did always get in the way. It seemed like there was no time for anything anymore. But what most bothered her was all the time, all the years she's wasted Desiree of. All the memories she would never have, or the more stable upbringing she deserved and the love of her fa- Danielle realized then that she was swerving in front of a truck.

*HONK*

Both jolted upwards. Stirring from her train of thought she immediately jerked back, grabbing Desiree's hand as she did so. Both slammed against their seats as Danielle finally got control of her wheel and pulled over into the counter, coming to a halt. The sound of the tired screeching against the pavement.

Checking Desiree to make sure what happened didn't hurt her or makes things worse on her head, she noticed Desiree blending into the car seat. Gray.

"Mm-mom?" Desiree quivered, her mom still clinging to her hand sitting stiff. She had lost her mom for a second.

After a couple seconds both soaked in the situation watching more cars pass. Both inhaled then released. But Danielle didn't stop and she started wheezing….harshly. Desiree snapped out of current state watching her mom turn blue. She shot her hands into her mom's pockets pulling out her inhaler, triggering the blasts into her mouth.

One

Two

Three

Four

Her mom's haggard breath sent Desiree into to a place. All she could do was sit there, and wait for her mom calm down and to bring her back. Danielle retained herself, and then she slowly started the car up again; getting back on the main road to the city.

Desiree some came to as well and then realized her skin's color and looked to her mom as if ashamed.

The parent panicked at bit at the sudden plea in her eyes. Danielle never knew what to say to her for about these things. She has no idea how her daughter's abilities worked…only 'he' did.

Desiree wanted to ask again about 'him' some reason right now. But even if she did answer, in her current state Desiree didn't want to push her mom. She already pushed it enough today…..

She remained silent. But her mother still noticed the longing. She frowned at herself in the rearview mirror, almost not even seeing her daughter in the car with her if not for her clothes. She didn't know what to do that would be good enough.….. She was just too damn tired. On instinct, Danielle reached over to pull the hood over Desiree's head only to be avoided.

Desiree flinched away.

Danielle felt like she was going to scream.

Both just stared at each other.

But Danielle still pulled the hood over her daughter, feeling the sweat on Desiree brow.

The rest of the ride was quiet.

XXX

Danielle bent over for Desiree's backpack, but before she could Desiree snatched it out of her reach. Danielle just froze. She watched as Desiree gathered her bag and project wrapped in tin foil. By then her regular flushed skin had returned as she left the car. Without looking back at her mom she stormed into the school.

XXX

"GOD DAMMIT!" Danielle couldn't stop. Her puffy eyes began to get in the way of the road. She couldn't do it twice in the same hour. The tears kept coming as if with no effort. Her face contorted in frustration as she looked again into the rearview mirror at herself. "Look at yourself. She doesn't need this. She doesn't need me right now. She needs-", her voice was hoarse and broken.

"Randall, I need you."

XXX

"Why did I do that?" she thought to herself. As if she could feel anymore guilt. "My mom had an asthma attack, almost crashed the car from exhaustion and today just had to be the day I make her go another freaking inch for me!" Wiping her boots of on the mat so she won't call attention to herself with noisy shoes, she silently slipped into her main classroom.

Upon entering a few kids looked because of the door closing, but Desiree couldn't help but notice some of those kids hated her. At least she was thought. All around were groups of the socially accepted, pretty much enjoying the short time before class. She made a bee line to her two person desk next to two girls. She plopped her project down, and sat awkwardly on the end closest to the window. Her eyes shifted to the girls clothes, without much thought; mainly bored after a while minutes. Both were dressed in fashionable and flattering tank tops. It was so hot today and Desiree couldn't help but look at them in envy.

"EW. Why are looking at my chest?" One sneers. It starts….just out of nowhere. As if there is anything to even look at anyways.

She ignored the girl.

"Whatever. Look can you move, this is my desk." The other one says, turning her head from her friend to Desiree.

"It's my desk too." Desiree retorted fiddling with her hood's strings, trying to sound like her words aren't affecting her in anyway. She can't let the girl think she's getting what she wants. This won't turn into another THING.

"We were here firs-". Ms. Keloff came in. All scuttle around to settle in with their assigned group members. "Joy" Desiree moaned to herself. At least for this the two girls made their way to their groups.

"What is that girl's problem?" Desiree could hear them even though they tried to whisper as they left. "How stupid do they think I am?" she thought. She wasn't going to let school ruin her day anyone that it has. Today would be worth it. She would finally get to see-

"Hey scoot over-did you do all that?" Snapping her out of her train of thought stood Calvin, and Jahal. Calvin looked to my project, and gently pleaded off the tin foil. He looked at me questioningly, and then gave up seeing how this just means less work for the rest of them. Without another word, they all pulled up some chairs for themselves. Desiree watched silently as Jahal pulled out his folder and handed to Calvin while exchanging playful banter as they started working on the project's question packet.

Every so often Jahal would shot Desiree a side glance. However, Desiree didn't notice this since she was off in her own world. Though from time to time, she would answer most of Calvin's questions. This wasn't his best subject from what he's proclaimed. Apparently he's close to failing the class. She finished most of the project so today wouldn't get in the way of her grade, and get her partners off her back if they got mad. Better prepared.

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12:59

Desiree's heart wouldn't stop pounding just thinking about what awaited her in a couple of minutes. It was exciting and oh had she yearned for an opportunity like this but truthfully…..she was pretty scared about it. Meeting him. She had so many questions, and so much to tell him. How many times had she played the scenario through her head? There he would be in her room, present in hand and completely shocked to see her. She would explain and swear to keep it a secret and the rest of the day would however fate made it. Either way everything would okay. He would be fit, but not bulky. Probably have black hair-no brown with a buzz cut. Have the beautiful green eyes that she inherited. Not to mention he would have big strong arms so he could easily pick her up and put her on his shoulders. Beard? She couldn't care less if he did or not but she always wanted to feel a ruff jaw from 5'o clock shadow. She bet it would be prickly, and fun to touch. Job? She imagined he would work with important people since he was always so busy. Probably in a very special line of work. Like maybe the FBI or CIA. That would sort of explain the closet thing…maybe well not really. But mom did verify some of this. That's the reason her mom told her…but she's starting to wonder how true that was. Right now it didn't bug her that much because soon it would all be answered! Finally she'll get to see her daddy.

"Hey are you going to do anything? Or are going to just sit there and make us do all the work?"

Seriously? Desiree stirred from her daydream, peaking from her hood to see a rather annoyed look plastered on Calvin's face. To Desiree the feeling was mutual. Jahal did nothing but look back and forth at the two of them.

"Well?" he remarked in an obnoxiously sarcastic tone, causing Desiree to clench her hands into fists. Taking a deep breath she replied returning an ugly look, feeling no guilt.

"I don't feel good today. I have a horrible head ache. Okay? I'm actually going to leave early today." His face dropped.

"What?" He balked.

"Look, I stayed up last night to finish the entire indigo plateau sculpture early for you guys. Seriously, all you have to do is answer the packet. All of them are in the textbook so you don't need me to help you!"

"Liar! You're not sick! You look fine, since all you've been doing is day dreaming for the past couple hours! Stop trying to get out of work! You have to stay here like the rest of us! This is the second to last day we get to work on this stupid project and Jahal hasn't finished the essay yet. You have to help him with that too!"

"Can't any of you guys do anything for yourselves? Jahal is smart and he's got you. For this entire project all you've been doing is dumping the work on Jahal and me!" People from other groups were starting to stare, while also catching the teacher's attention mildly.

"I don't feel good, and I've done my fair share of the project. Even if I didn't I have every right to leave!" With that Desiree got up from her chair to make her way to Ms. Keloff, only to have her hand grabbed and yank her back.

"OW! Stop it! Let go of me! UGHHH!" But his grip got tighter, she pulled back the force lunged her hip to slam hard into the side of the desk, knocking the project over the desk. Both watched in panic as it the huge chunk of it broke off crashing to the floor. Desiree was done. Far beyond done! She worked all night for the STUPID THING and all the crap from this morning for NOTHING! Her eyes burned at Calvin. "Are you freaking serious?!" She hissed.

"You bitch! Look what you've done!" Calvin let go of her wrist, leaving her to fall to the floor next to the broken pieces. This caused her to yelp in pain, and to finally get the full attention of the teacher.

"WHAT IS GOING ON!?" Her face held utter exasperation. Calvin forced himself onto the teacher.

"She's lying! She's trying to call in sick and leave. She hasn't been doing anything at all this entire time! Jahal tell!" Jahal mumble to himself, showing agreement.

"I'm not lying! He's the one who hasn't been pulling his weight! I made that project and he-"

"I don't care who's at fault. This behavior is NOT tolerated here! Are both listening, look at me!?" A shiver ran down Danielle's spin and felt her skin crawl. Her hand started to blend, and she jammed it into her hood's pocket.

"Both of you, wait outside. And sit apart from each other. In ten minutes I'll be out."

Danielle internally panicked, as her darted her eyes to the clock. 1:05!

"NO! I have to go home! I have to! Right now! I can't-"

"Desiree. GO outside." Ms. Keloff reached for the her hand inside her pocket. Without thinking she slapped it away. By then everyone in the classroom was staring at the table. Shocked. Giggling. Entertained. The teacher just registered what just happened, and there was a class wide echo of "OHHHHHHHHHHHH".

She freaked out.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sick! I have to go! I can't miss it! I can't miss him!"

"SHE'S LYING!" Calvin whined trying to grab Desiree, but was ignored by the teacher as she was trying to get a firm grip on Desiree who was trying to squirm her way out of her teacher's hold; her hand still sore from Calvin's attempt. Seeing him come closer, she kicked him away. This caused him to fall of the floor, with an over exaggerated cry of pain. "See what she did! She's crazy!" Almost all the kids watched into silence to this.

"Desiree!"

"I have to go! Please! I have to leave now or it'll be too late! I have go home!" Everyone was starting to back away when they hear Desiree make a noise. One that sounded almost like a growl.

"Desiree. Desiree! Why do you have to go home now?" Her hand still held hers firmly. She noticed how the girl was trying to roll up her sleeves in the process of breaking free.

"I just have to! Just let go! He's going to be there and I'll miss him!"

"Calm down! Calm down. What is this? Why is this such a big deal?" By now the relatively new teacher was out of patience.

"This is the only time! The only time my dad will come out of the closet!"

….

Everyone froze. The teacher looked at her with wide eyes, as she slowly released her grip. She thought she understood now what was going on. While everyone froze and yet all had a different reaction. However one Calvin spoke.

"YOUR DAD'S A FAGGOT!"

Desiree started to stop breathing, when everyone burst into laughter. She let it slip, and instead dishonored her dad.

"NO! NO! Stop! Stop LAUGHING! NO! NO! That's not what I meant-", she tried but they didn't stop! She felt like she was going to throw up! What could she say. If she told the truth it would be worse. Desiree face scrunched up as tears began to rapidly form.

"Dude! That makes sense she was staring at my freaking boobs this morning!" The girl gawked out as everyone's reactions got worse.

"STOP IT!" Her face disappeared.

"STOP IT!" She wished she could completely.

"STOP IT!"

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