Yeah, you know I always have my own unique Sam twist. ;)

Thanks for reminding me, LegacyChick but I had severe writer's block here. I didn't know what to do next…but I'm striving hard to get a good chappie. Also, there's some Candy in Book Two. Candy = Cody/Randy but the main pairing is and always will be Randiasi.

Prologue: Gray Gravestones

The world's faded from all the colors
December, 22nd, 2010
Sparkling grey

It's been a year. It's been a fucking year and he's still standing here, staring at the airport road, as if he's waiting for a body to magically appear and he comes here at the exact time of death and he walks away at the same time the police shove him away and it all hurts so much and he won't say that Ted's dead because those two words can break him even harder as he stands and walks away from the world around him.

He goes back and he takes that white box from his table and he looks over the items inside and he shoves it back at underneath his bed as he hears the sound of Cody slamming the door shut behind him, "Randy?"

"Yeah?" Randy's voice is weak, almost as if he hadn't talked in days and he feels like that. His throat is dry and his head's spinning as he stands up and looks into Cody's eyes, those warm turquoise welcoming eyes of his, "Cody?"

"It's-it's been a year since Teddy's death…" Cody's eyes are holding back his own tears, "I know it's wrong, Randy but-but-"

"I don't want to move on, Cody! I can't move on! I-"

In that moment, Cody's hands grab onto Randy's shoulders to steady him and those eyes locked together and Randy's eyes slowly water when he brushes his hand against Cody's cheek. "I'm sorry," Randy whispers into Cody's ear. "I've been neglecting you. I know I have but Ted…Ted was-"

"I loved him too, Randy," Cody's voice starts to strain and both of them embrace each other into a hug as Randy kisses Cody's sweaty forehead and the warmth, bubbling with heat and affection and that kiss makes Randy capture Cody's mouth into a longing kiss and as Randy pulls off, he runs his hand down Cody's back. "Why does this feel right even if it's supposed to be wrong?"

"I don't know," Cody murmurs, "why is it wrong, Randy?"

"Because I still love Ted."

Cody looks down at his feet and he nods his head and Randy's heart sinks in his chest, "but he would've wanted me to move on…wouldn't he?" Randy asks, and Cody's eyes lock with Randy's before they nod their heads. "Cody…?"

"I don't know anything anymore, Randy," Cody's voice strains. "I don't know where that kiss came from but…but…I don't know why I liked it either." A weak smile forms on Cody's face.

"The kiss? I liked it too." Randy moves in close to Cody's cheek, "but I don't think we're attracted to each other. Not in the way I wanted Ted, Cody. That kiss feels right but it's wrong."

"Randy," Cody starts all over again, with confused eyes. "Can't you love me…? I want to move on too, Randy. It's all wrong. I don't want to be sad anymore. Make me happy, Ran…make me happy…" his voice is cracking.

Before Cody can say another word, Randy embraces him and kisses his lips, both of their lips locking and it's so soft but it has every emotion that could be twisted into one kiss and their eyes flutter into each other… "R-Randy?"

"Time to move on, Cody." Randy finally caves in.

Cody nods his head as they press their lips into another kiss and they're unsure and shy and hesitant if this is real or if this is just comfort love but as their flesh touch, the soft smooth feel of them, is just enough right now…even if it's just for a moment…

My back's aching.

My head's pounding.

My heart's beating so hard in my chest that it's ready to burst out of my chest and I don't care anymore. Why can't I just have a moment of peace? Why can't I just die away without anyone disrupting my death? All I could remember is a deep sleep of blackness, one which I deserved and still do, and now, I'm alive but there's this spark of energy in my brain, like I've just awaken into a new chapter of this new life I have. No one around here knows me. Everyone says that I look like "Ted DiBiase" and give me a sad face before they walk away.

Those doctors…

They told me that I was an experiment, that's what I always was, an experiment. The doctors reanimated me from the dead and everything's alright except that my blood circulation doesn't work as usual and every four months, I must take a blood transfusion because my bone marrow doesn't work well enough to make new blood cells in time. That's the only thing that's wrong with me but it feels like I'm all wrong. Just knowing that something's wrong makes you unable to feel normal.

And I have to come back if I want to live but I won't come back because I don't want to stay alive and they have a thick silver bracelet strapped to my wrist and I'm unable to tug it off, it's so tight and strong and when I take it off, I feel like my skin's peeling off with it and it ensures that I'm an experiment because it tells me when I need to take blood and how much and it also says if there's anything wrong with me, the blinking bright yellow will flash before the vivid blood red flashes, which signal danger, but now, that I'm fine, it's a constant soft green color.

I want to go home but I don't know where to go.

I don't even know what state or country I'm in and when I realize that I'm in St. Louis, Missouri, my heart beats rapidly in my chest. I remember Randy's old address but he's divorced with Sam and…there's a possibility that they're still living there, isn't there? It's worth a shot.

Randy…

I bet he doesn't even remember me…

I'll update more with this fic. I swear. And to make up for all the time, LegacyChick, I'm gonna ensure you that there will be more and more sexual tension/fluff in Book Two.

X Sam.