Welp. I just wrote something i didn't expect to. Ever. But, i did anyway. Because i ran out of fanfictions of this pairing, and I needed to create my own.

So, Yep. This is Randall Sullivan slash, and it may or may not have smut, but if it does ill take the rating up right away and ill post a nice big warning for the little duckies.

Anyways, for a disclaimer i dont own Monsters inc or whatever, and yep.

Chapter One

The very first thought that crossed the mind of James P. Sullivan as he entered the dark men's locker room was that he should just turn around. The only source of illumination in the whole area was from a single security light near the door, and that didn't even provide enough visibility to see the wall fifteen feet away. Trying to find something in these conditions would be so near impossible that it didn't even seem worth the effort.

But despite his better judgement, the blue monster moved into the room and began to search for the box— the item that his expedition was intended to find. It was purchased and lost by his assistant and best friend: Mike Wazowski. The green monster had apparently forgotten it in the locker room and needed it desperately before his date with his fiancé Celia that night. He could have come looking for himselfif he hadn't also neglected to get (and finish filling out) the paperwork for the days scares for Roz.

Luckily for the little round monster, he knew his best friend would always help him out in his times of crisis. And, true to his form, Sulley agreed to go back and look for the box while Mike scrambled to get his paperwork done and turned in. Unfortunately, his description of the item had been hurried and vague, and Sullivan only had a basic idea of what it looked like.

Still though, the scarer searched. He began by looking in Mike's locker, which was empty aside from a few pictures. His hand slid along all the benches, groping in near-darkness for something out of place. Nothing there either.

After some careful patrolling of the floor and a slow fumbling check of the sinks, Sulley realized that the only other place it could be would be in one of the toilet stalls. So, with a long silent sigh, the blue monster trudged into the second section of the locker room. This area was also lit quite conservatively with a single dim light. It gleamed lazily on the floor tiles and fortunately shone into the insides of the stalls. Sullivan took a few steps towards the first toilet when a noise struck his ears abruptly.

It was low and quiet— almost unnoticeable— but definitely there all the same. A sobbing sound. A sobbing sound laced with what could only be identified as utter despair. It echoed damply off the walls of the restroom and made Sulley's heart clench. His eyes scanned the row of stalls in search of the source of the noise. His inner instinct of kindness had kicked in without the slightest thought about it.

The blue monster slowly and quietly began opening the doors down the line, looking in to check for an occupant. His chest was tight with pity, and he felt if he didn't find what was making the noise he'd be haunted by it for weeks. The tone of each soft sob was so broken that it was painful to hear.

Sulley didn't know what he was expecting. Not who he was expecting. But if he could have taken some guesses, he would bet he'd think of every other monster in the factory before the one that it was.

As the renowned scarer opened the door of the eighth stall, the eyes that greeted his made his whole body go cold. The emerald globes, glistening in tears, seemed to shrink in shock as they registered what stood before them. The hands, clenched together, began to shake in what could pass for either terror or rage (and was likely both). And the violet scales that gleamed wet from the streams of tears leaking from the eyes almost instantaneously began to blend into their surroundings, leaving the stall seemingly empty in a matter of seconds.

And to James P. Sullivan, standing in shock in the doorway, the only thing that was left was the searing image of his rival, Randall Boggs, with the most agonizingly anguished expression on his face that he had seen in his entire life.

For a few moments, Sulley stood rigid in the doorway staring at the place Randall had been. His heart was beating so fast that he could actually hear it, and his whole body was shaking. He stared in, as if expecting the chameleon-like monster to reappear. It was minutes more before he was able to tear away his gaze, and even longer before he could register what had just occurred.

Zombie-like, Sullivan checked the remainder four stalls for Mike's box (which he found in the second-to-last one) before he trudged back out to the main lobby to meet up with his friend.

His mind was whirring, an almost icy feeling encasing the entire interior of his body. He knew he probably looked insane, but his thoughts didn't lead him any further than just noting the problem. Correcting it was light years away from his train of thought.

Mike was standing— slightly impatiently— near the door when Sulley caught sight of him. As their eyes met, the smaller green monster dashed over to him energetically.

"Did ya' find it!?" He exclaimed, words tumbling out. Sullivan held out the small box, and Mike yelped in excitement.

It was only after about thirty seconds of jumping around excitedly that Mike realized something was wrong. His single eye narrowed and scrutinized his best friend deeply.

"...Hey Sul... What's the matter?" He questioned slowly, looking him up and down. Sullivan frowned, shaking his head as inconspicuously as he could to clear it before he answered.

"I'll... Tell you about it later, Mikey..." He mumbled, giving him a dark look and moving past him to go out the door, "Lets head back home."

After being Sullivan's best friend for years, Mike knew when he was being serious and when not to push him. And right at that moment was probably the best example of one of those situations he could remember.

So, in an uncharacteristic silence, Mike Wazowski trailed behind his friend out the building and all the way to their house. Luckily it was overcast and quiet out, so the two monsters didn't have much problem getting home peacefully. Well, physically peacefully. Mentally, Sully felt himself being ripped apart. His pace was slow and languid, so all his energy went to his thoughts.

He'd known Randall for years. He'd known him as a shy young monster, as a rival, and even as an enemy the more vicious his personality became. He'd seen him happy, scared, angry and intense. He'd been verbally bashed and even threatened by the purple monster on multiple occasions. And, to be honest, Sulley had never even considered the fact that something could be buried under the tough outer skin of his opponent. He had never even given thought to the fact that Randall could be hurting.

But in that one second. That single moment in which the broken, vulnerable monsters eyes had connected with Sullivan's, the blue monster felt his whole perspective on nearly everything shatter to dust. If the sadistic, competitive, cruel Randall Boggs could be caught crying his heart out, then who was to say every assumption Sulley had on anything was true?

And deeper down, below the broad thoughts, Sullivan knew the single question boiling above all others was, "what was wrong with Randall?"

What had caused him to hurt so badly?

Did anybody else know?

Did anybody else care?

How long had the reptilian monster been that way?

And how much... Would it take to help him?

The final thought made Sullivan's stomach twist. The intention of the thought was obvious but unpleasant to think about. Sure, Sullivan felt absolutely terrible for Randall, but that didn't change the fact that he was a backstabbing, vile monster to associate with. Could Sully even stand to deal with Randall's unpleasant personality simply based off of a two second glimpse of what lye behind it?

Sullivan stopped short and turned to Mike with no warning, causing the green monster to nearly run into him.

"Do you think a person should do whatever they can to help somebody in need?" His words were rushed and sudden, and Mike took a few seconds to figure out what exactly he'd just been asked. Formulating his reply took another few seconds.

"Well, yeah! If they're a really good person I guess they'd do whatever it takes..." The short monster crossed his arm and gave Sullivan a look, "does this have anything to do with why you're actin' so weird?"

The blue monster sighed. The words his best friend spoke rang true and he knew that if he didn't do something he'd regret it forever. The two were standing directly outside of their apartment building as they spoke, so Sully began heading inside before he answered Mike.

"I saw... Randall while I was looking for your box..." He began slowly, suddenly unsure of how to explain his situation. Mike scowled.

"That jerk? So what, was he doing something bad?" He suddenly gasped, "you could tell Waternoose and we'd be rid of him for good—"

Sullivan shook his head, talking over Mike, "it wasn't that, Mikey, he was... He was crying!"

The green monster fell totally silent for a minute before widening his eye, "what? Crying? Randall?" Sulley nodded, unlocking the door to their apartment and walking in.

"It was... It's hard to explain but... It wasn't normal crying... He seemed completely heartbroken." Mike crossed his arms but kept his voice neutral.

"Well... Sul, I mean... That sounds sad but... It's Randall. He probably deserves whatever he got, right?"

Sullivan was surprised to find himself appalled by Mike's words. He wasn't entirely sure whether it was his better nature or the part of him that still couldn't get rid of that distressing image, but he was actually angered by his friend's words.

"He has rights too." He accidentally growled, "and this might not have occurred to you, but whatever he's going through has made Randall Boggs break down in the company locker room. So whatever it is, it's serious."

Mike held up his hands in defense, eye huge as he witnessed the shocking change in Sulley's mood. He was almost speechless aside from a few clipped syllables falling from his mouth as his best friend spoke.

"I'm going to find out what's wrong with him. I'm going to help him, Mike." He finished with a huff, turning to go to his room. His door slammed loudly, and Mike stared straight ahead feeling a bit numb.

His gaze slowly fell to the purple box in his hand that contained an extremely expensive necklace and earrings set he had bought for Celia. It was the anniversary of their first date that night, and Mike was supposed to get ready and go pick her up by eight.

It was 7:30.

If things had been different— if it hadn't been Randall that Sulley was obsessing over, if he didn't have a huge date that night— Mike might have gone to apologize. He probably would have lured his best friend out with prospects of board games or puzzles, trying to distract him from his troubling thoughts. He, more than likely, would sit there for hours with him and try to help him figure everything out.

Because that's what best friends are for.

But as Mike looked at the clock on the wall and his appearance in the mirror he, with a heavy heart, went past Sullivan's room and straight to his to get ready. Later on, upon thinking abut Sulley and feeling horribly guilty, he would convince himself that a little sulking usually helps the matter as opposed to hurting it.

Of course, he'd never be able to see the curled up form of his friend laying on his bed with no covers. He'd never be able to see how the two parts of Sullivan's conscience fought over what to do as hours ticked by. He'd never be able to take back that night; the night that Sullivan decided.

He was going to help Randall Boggs, no matter what the cost.

Things I am sorry for:

- bad writing (ill try to fix it, i was half asleep while writing half of this. hopefully even the very NEXT chapter will have some improvement)

- Out-of-characterness

- lack of humor (i have trouble being funny while im tired XD)

- any grammer or spelling or ANY STUPID FLAWS

- being unequipped XD

-idk i thought i had more but i forgot. Im just... V3RY 50RRY