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 so sorry bout the lack of updates… I live in Maryland, current home of the serial sniper so I'll probably be able to update a lot more in the next few days because my soccer practice's canceled cause god knows the sniper's gonna charge around the school and shoot up the girls soccer team. *insert disbelieving sigh here*

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Oh, my love

Please don't cry

I'll wash my bloody hands

And we'll start a new life

I don't know much at all

I don't know wrong from right

All I know is that I love you tonight

~Bloody Valentine~ Good Charlotte~

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Sidney scanned the room for a friendly or semi-friendly face as Hallie dragged her through the crowd congregated in the Delta Lambda Zeta sorority house.

"See party life can be good," Hallie prompted, her hand tightly clamped around Sidney's arm. "This is safe fun."

"Hallie," Sidney sighed, "I think you're pushing your psych major a little to much. I'm fine."

Hallie rolled her eyes, dropping Sidney's arm as Lois and Murphy approached, "You know that's beginning to become your theme song. I'm fine. Yeah neurotic, insecure, and fucked up." Hallie flashed a smile at the two sorority girls.

"Sidney!" Lois called, "You made it!"

Sidney forced her mouth into a smile, which came off as more of a grimace as Murphy flipped her obviously dyed blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Hi!" she gushed, "No, I really mean it, hi!" she repeated as if sensing a flicker or doubt in Sidney's wide brown eyes.

"Hi," Sidney replied out of common courtesy.

"Do you girls want a drink?" Lois continued, determined to prove her sincerity.

"Yeah, but you know what, we'll get it." Hallie said, miffed by the girl's failure to acknowledge her and anxious to avoid further polite conversation. Hallie led Sidney away so they could participate in the obligatory mingling. Circulating through the crowd, greeting classmates and acquaintances though their hearts were obviously not in it.

Sidney was chatting amiably with a friend of Randy's, both speculating as to where the blue-eyed comedian was when she noticed Lois and Murphy heading towards her with a determined stride. She excused herself, slipping next to Hallie, hoping to divert their attention but the pair simply cut them off, this time greeting Hallie before further advertising the values and benefits of their sorority. Sidney knew their motivation for attempting to recruit her and found it vaguely amusing. Where Sidney Prescott went the press followed, she had to struggle to keep them from asking if this was really the publicity they wanted.

"You see Sidney most people think sororities are all about giving blow jobs but that's not true," Lois was saying, rambling on, unaware that her audience's attention was elsewhere.

"No we only promote safe condom sex," Murphy interjected.

"We're really about family and tradition," Lois added brightly.

A worried frown flitted across Murphy's face, "Harmonica style is o.k. right?" she asked in a brief panic.

"Oh yeah," Lois assured her.

"Cocktails?" a voice offered and two hands appeared, proffering drinks. Sidney glimpsed Randy and her first real smile of the night lit her face.

"What took you?" she asked when their gaze connected. Randy shrugged and disappeared into the crowd. Sidney's smile fall away and she made a mental note to yell at him later. That was a shrug that clearly said 'I love you but there's no way in hell.' Randy liked the sorority girls even less than Sidney and they had expressed very little interest in him. His humor was over their heads and his body was not up to their standards. Lois and Murphy were more likely to go for the muscular frat guys like Derek. Her boyfriend appeared almost on cue, watching her as the two girls herded her out onto the patio.

"Well you guys have given me a lot to think about," she interrupted, peeling away to greet Derek. "Thanks!" she called, almost as an afterthought.

Lois and Murphy drifted away after Sidney left leaving Hallie standing by herself. Mickey noticed her solo status and came to stand next to her, "Hey babe, wanna dance?" he propositioned working in some crude indefinable hand gesture that Hallie couldn't identify.

"Yeah, with that tall, broad shouldered frat-guy over there. Think you could arrange that for me?" she said, opting for humor rather than her normal blunt 'no' Mickey was Sidney's friend but when it boiled down to it the little guy creeped her out.

"That hurts," he moaned, clutching his chest dramatically and stumbling backwards. Hallie rolled her eyes but allowed an amused smile to slip onto her face. Mickey's broken heart was abruptly mended when he caught sight of Randy, "The Empire Strikes Back. Better story, improved effects," he called obviously a continuation to a previous conversation which she had not been party to.

"Not a sequel, part of a planned trilogy, doesn't count," Randy countered before he vanished into the crowd once more.

"Yeah I liked those little furry things," Hallie interjected, knowing the remark was sure to elicit annoyance in a certified movie geek like Mickey.

"The Ewoks," he acknowledged, "they blow."

Sidney swung up onto the rail of the porch as Derek planted a light kiss on her cheek, "So," he began, eyes twinkling with glee, "Are the twits being nice to you?"

"Painfully so," Sidney groaned, her hair ruffling in the night breeze.

"So I guess you won't be pledging 'Delta-Lambda-Zeta' anytime soon," he grinned, the right amount of disdain placed on the name of the sorority. Sidney laughed lightly but it was a forced action, she knew all too well that Derek wouldn't mind his girlfriend joining the female equivalent of a fraternity. What Sidney saw as a cult with fashion sense Derek saw as the opportunity for her to get out and extend her circle of friends. He had never understood her tendency to alienate herself from her fellow scholars and he probably never could. She felt the smile begin to wilt at the corners before falling off her face altogether. She was almost relieved when sirens cut through the awkward silence, signaling trouble somewhere.

"Hey guys!" Lois cried excitedly, bursting through the doors, "Something is up at Omega Beta Zeta, police are everywhere!"

 "Hurry!" Murphy chimed in, her own face aglow with excitement. Sidney watched the house empty almost immediately, as the group ran, en masse, towards the sorority house across the street.

"I didn't mean to break up the party," Lois moaned, obviously not pleased by the reaction her announcement had educed.

"Shit, I should've brought my drink," Murphy whined, her enthusiasm also wavering.

Sidney felt the skin on the back of her neck prickle, like someone walked over her grave. She let Derek usher her to the door and into the now empty house. Well empty excepting one person. Randy stood at the window and turned to face her when she entered the room. Looking at him confirmed her suspicions. It had started again. They exchanged a knowing glance before Derek dragged her out onto the porch. He used his bulk to block her view of the neighboring house, pausing only momentarily to survey the scene himself.

"Come on, get your jacket, let's get you home," he said, his concern evident in his voice. Sidney barely stifled the urge to roll her eyes. It was a little late to pull this protective bullshit on her. She had seen more shit in her time then Derek would see in his entire life. She had been through more pain, fear, and misery than the entire student body combined and shielding her view wasn't going to do a damn thing. She pushed aside this sudden antipathy, chalking it up as misplaced nerves as she obediently went to retrieve her jacket. She entered the house once more and spotted her coat draped across the arm of a sofa. She slipped her arms through and was about to leave when the shrill ring of the phone severed the quiet of the abandoned house. She stopped dead in her tracks, willing herself to keep going while unable to ignore the insistent sound of the phone. It was a gruesome curiosity that drew her back into the main room and made her reach down and pick up the phone, her heart thudding manically in her chest before she even heard the voice.

"Hello," she stammered, wishing she could make her voice sound commanding, more under control.

"Hello Sidney, remember me?" the person on the other end growled into the receiver. Sidney grasped onto the scratched wood of the table as all two gallons of blood rushed directly to her head.

"What do you want?" she demanded, this time desperate, willing the voice away, while anger licked like fire at the back of her mind. She didn't want to go through this again, she wanted it over before it ever really started.

"I want you," what she assumed to be the killer, chuckled, "It's Showtime!"

Now the anger was an all out fire, impairing her judgment, "Then why don't you show your face, you fucking coward?!" she screamed.

"My pleasure," he or she replied. It took several seconds for Sidney to realize that she was hearing the voice not only through the phone but also in the room with her. She let out a piercing scream as the masked killer, dressed just like Billy and Stu, charged her, just barely missing knifing her in the arm.

"Derek!" she shouted involuntarily, she was so used to calling to him for help by the time she realized the implications of him getting involved it was too late to revoke the cry. She ran to the door hoping at least to divert Derek in his quest to save her if not get free from the house herself. The killer lunged at her, but she was able to knock his arm away and slow him down enough to give her a chance to get to the door. The door flew open, and she nearly missed colliding with a panicked Derek. Sidney cursed him silently for being so loyal and let out another scream as the killer's knife plunged through the door, narrowly missing Derek's head. His eyes opened even wider and Sidney slammed the door in his face before he could react. She took the head start the murderer's efforts to retrieve his blade allowed her. She raced through the house, grasping at her trivial knowledge of the house's make up as she ran down the hall she believed lead to the back door. She located the door to the patio and threw it open, the screen banging on its hinges before slamming closed. She ran blindly until she collided with a solid wall of flesh. She started back but strong hands reached up to grasp her wrists, steadying her.

"Are you o.k?" Derek asked.

Sidney let out a hysterical little laugh and tried to get her breathing under control, "Yeah," she managed to reply, dragging Derek away from the building and the killer it housed. But he outweighed her by at least 50 pounds and those extra 50 pounds were hell bent on going back into that house.

"Derek no!" Sidney cried, as he broke loose and ran back onto the patio. Her energy totally drained, her attempt to chase him was weak and halfhearted.

"Sidney!" Dewey called, crashing through the yard and up onto the porch, his limp grossly exaggerated by the fast pace.

Sidney turned her tear-stained face towards him, bloodshot eyes begging him not to do anything rash, while entreating him to be the hero when she couldn't.

"Dewey!" she choked out, "The killer's in there, Derek ran after him!" The sound of breaking glass startled them both into action, Dewey running into the house in search of Derek, Sidney trailing slowly after him. She saw a bloody handprint decorating a doorjamb and a feeling of apprehension knotted her stomach. Dewey noticed the chilling marker shortly after Sidney and stared sickly at the door before crashing through it. He charged into the adjoining room, nearly stumbling over Derek. Sidney saw her normally strong boyfriend huddled on the floor, his legs curled up to his chest as he clutched a bleeding arm with the opposite hand.

"Derek!" Sidney cried, worry etched on her face and audible in her voice. Derek winced as Dewey knelt by him examining the cut on his arm.

"Which way did he go?" he demanded after determining that the cut wasn't life threatening.

"That way," Derek replied, motioning to his right with a vague wave of his hand.

Dewey raced around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the front door. The object banged on its hinges as two startled sorority girls peered into the house.

"Is everything alright," Murphy asked hesitantly.

Dewey rolled his eyes and stifled an angry groan as he turned, limping back over to Derek, leaving the girl's question unanswered.

He saw Sidney frozen in the doorway while Derek tried awkwardly to bandage his bleeding limb.

"Here," Dewey said, offering him a handkerchief he had always felt the need to keep in his pocket, "Put pressure on it."

A hiss of pain escaped from the younger man's lips as more blood poured from the wound. He turned back to Sidney who still stood in the same place, shell shocked by the new development. He could almost feel the guilt radiating off of her. She felt guilty, an emotion that was far from alien to Sidney Prescott no matter now unwarranted it was.

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