TITLE: Resurrecting Randy
RATING: R like the movie
SUMMARY: Scream 2 rewritten with much more Randy, everyone's favorite geek.
DISCLAIMER: Belongs to Wes Craven, etc, etc, etc, etc. not me
AN: This will look a lot like the movie at first but once you hit the scene where Sydney is talking to Randy about the murders it's gonna start to change. I don't know how reliable the script I have is. I'm also cutting some scenes down so the thing doesn't stretch on for years.
AN2: Anyone whose read my other fics will know that I put songs at the top of each chapter… think of them as the soundtrack lol.
AN3: Keep in mind that I'm a hopeless romantic and I'm all for the geek getting the girl. This will probably have a romantic angle near the end. (Sid/Randy of course)
AN4(last 1 I promise): I'm having a little fun with Sydney… changing her wardrobe and a few aspects of her appearance. I changed the spelling to Sidney… Sydney just wasn't working.
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Consider the odds
Consider the obvious
The martyr is meaningless
The campaign has died
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
Are the singular proof that it was ever alive
~The Good Fight~ Dashboard Confessional~
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Randy sat on a ledge overlooking the ongoing press conference. He squinted looking into the crowd and straining to hear Chief Hartley's speech. This was more to take his thoughts off Sidney and Derek's flirting behind him than an actual interest in what was happening. He had been studiously avoiding Derek for nearly a week and he found it had done wonders for his self-esteem. An attribute that had been plummeting for the past three hours and was about to hit rock bottom. He heard Sidney giggle and he winced.
"And we have a live one," Mickey said gazing appreciatively at someone in the crowd below. Randy saw the object of his scrutiny up by the podium, a small clearing around her though he couldn't tell if it was out of respect or fear.
"The ice queen of Woodsboro makes her debut," he drawled, "Check it out Sid."
Sidney leaned next to him and scanned the crowd, finding Gale Weathers almost immediately, "I don't believe this," she sighed.
Randy swallowed, his mouth going dry as he became painfully aware of the fact that if he looked two inches to the right he could see directly down Sidney's dress. An all-out battle was raging in his head, take the plunge or remain the gentleman.
"Sid," he finally stammered, "You're really testing my self control threshold here." Sidney glanced at him quizzically and Randy tugged at his own maroon shirt in a subtle hint. Sidney felt a blush steal up her cheeks, turning her face a fire engine red.
Derek hoisted himself onto the ledge next to Sidney, unknowingly pushing her closer to Randy, "That's Gale Weathers? He asked.
"And she got calf implants," Randy added, leaning over the edge for a closer look.
"Screw that," Mickey said, jumping down and starting down the hill. Randy hopped down and trotted after him, Sidney's eyes tracking his progress down the hill. Mickey laughed at something he said and clapped the smaller boy on the back. Randy was knocked to the ground by the friendly blow and Sidney found herself almost calling out to him. Randy completed several flailing somersaults before staggering to his feet and giving an exaggerated bow. Sidney giggled and turned to face a group of sorority girls who were all regarding her strangely. She opened her mouth to explain but decided against it.
The two obviously self-appointed leaders stepped forward, smiling brightly at her.
"This must be hell for you," the brunette, whose curly hair looked on the verge of mutiny, crooned.
"I manage" Sidney replied, trying to keep her answers short and to the point to keep the girls from having to burn their few allotted brain cells on her account.
"To think this is all about you," the girl continued, oozing perkiness and sunshine, "Not directly of course but in some six degrees of Kevin Bacon sort of way."
Her blonde companion nodded wisely, "So are you coming to our little mixer tonight?"
"I have a lot of work-," Sidney began only to be cut off by Hallie.
"We'll be there." Sidney forced a smile as the girls said something about being sensitive to her plight and being there if she needed them. Just wait till it starts for real. Till the real bloodbath starts then we'll see how sensitive you really are, she thought. She leaned her head back against Derek's chest when he came up behind her, linking his hands around her waist. Including Derek, she thought sadly. Derek was sweet but there was no guarantee he was going to hang around through this.
Her eyes began to wander and she saw a familiar figure strolling aimlessly across campus.
"Dewey!" she called, breaking from Derek's embrace to chase after the lone man.
"Who's that?" Derek asked, more than a twinge of jealousy in his voice as Sidney threw herself into the other man's arms.
"Sidney, hey," Dewey said, pulling away to get a good look at her, "I heard what happened and I got out here as soon as I could," he stammered. "Could we maybe… talk?" Sidney nodded, her brow furrowing, she didn't know if she could take anymore bad news and this certainly didn't look good.
"So how is everything?" he asked hesitantly when they reached the partial seclusion of a gazebo. The closest thing they could get to privacy.
"Things were going great… until now," Sidney replied honestly. "But hey- theater is going great," she said on a more positive note, "I got my first starring role and we open in two days."
"That's great Sid," Dewey replied, a strained smile on his boyish face.
"I'm seeing someone," Sidney continued, "He's a great guy. Pre-med. No apparent psychotic tendencies," she made her tone joking but her eyes held a degree of pain he was becoming increasingly familiar with.
"I was worried about you," he admitted, "If some psycho is trying to follow in Billy Loomis' footsteps you probably already know him- or her- or- them. They're probably already in your life."
Sidney stood up, flustered, "You think I don't know that Dewey?" she wailed, "What am I supposed to do? Crawl under a goddamn rock? What?"
Dewey looked up at her, not pitying like most people but with understanding. They survived this before, they would survive it again.
"I'm going to talk to Chief Hartley and the local police and make sure you're safe. I'm gonna hang around too if that's o.k."
Sidney felt tears stinging her eyes and threatening to spill. She managed to nod before giving him a final hug and releasing him to mingle in the crowd. Her friends approached, all looking sufficiently curious.
"Are you alright?" Derek asked, but didn't give her time to answer, "Who was that guy?"
"An old friend," Sidney replied wistfully.
"Deputy Dewey, Woodsboro's finest," Randy added, coming up behind her, blue eyes searching her face questioningly, "What's he doing here?"
"He's worried," Sidney explained, "Our surrogate big brother." Randy noticed the possessive adjective yet again. Our.
"Nothing like a funeral to bring a family together," he deadpanned, "I'm gonna go say hi."
Sidney nodded and watched his retreating back. She groaned inwardly as the final member of their macabre "family" approached her, camera toteing coworkers several steps behind.
"Hello Sidney," Gale Weathers said cheerily, ever the star reporter.
"Hi," Sidney managed, realizing that all her routes of escape were effectively blocked.
"I was hoping to get a few words from you with…" she began, skipping any friendly pleasantries and going strait for the back proverbial knife in hand.
"Cotton," Sidney choked out as the man materialized from the crowd.
"Hello Sidney," Cotton said with a smile.
"I'm here at Windsor College where Sidney Prescott has just been reunited with Cotton Weary for the first time since she wrongfully accused him of murdering her mother," Gale intoned, speaking directly to the camera, ignoring the tension and hostility behind her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sidney asked, hurt by the actions of a woman she would almost call a friend. Obviously a misconception.
Gale's face was a stoic mask, professional and emotionless.
"I'd just like to say that I forgive and forget," Cotton piped up, "and, like you, I'd just like to move on with my life. Sidney's face was contorted with rage. Derek started towards her, hoping to mediate an argument but Randy stepped in front of him blocking his way.
"Don't," he warned," Bitch deserves it."
Sidney's fist connected with Gale's jaw in a bizarre flashback to a year before. The reporter was sent reeling and Sidney stormed off, Randy and Derek giving chase.
"Did you get that on film?" Hallie crowed to a stunned cameraman.
"Yes a got that on film," he retorted, his voice high to mimic hers.
"Gale, what's going on?" Cotton asked a mixture of confusion and realization on his face, "You mean she didn't know?"
"That was cold," the cameraman said to Gale, both ignoring disgruntled Cotton.
Gale massaged her jaw and winced, "Check your conscious at the door sweetie," she replied frostily, "We're not here to be loved.
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TBC!!!!!!!!! Review!!!!!!!!!!!!
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