A/N: What time is it? 12 AM! Next chapter's out! Scream and shout! Lol, jk :P Heh-heh, about the title... I tried to make it sound cool, but it might backfire on me harhar, oh well!

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Randall woke up groggily and sniffed the air.

Something smelled like it was burning.

He slowly sat up and looked around. Where was it coming from? The kitchen! His fronds perked up and he trudged curiously to the kitchen. A flash of red flew towards him and he felt himself get pushed back.

"No! Randall! You can't come in yet!" Kimmie's muffled voice sounded. She sounded close to tears.

Randall pushed back, and since he was stronger than her, easily won, and managed to get into the kitchen.

"Kimmie, it smells like smoke, what are you doing?" he asked, peering around the wall. Suddenly he saw it, the oven had black smoke billowing out of it.

"Kimmie!" he exclaimed and ran over to it. "What happened?" he asked as he looked for something to help ease the smoke.

Just then, the fire alarms went off. Kimmie burst into tears. "I-I was just trying to make you a surprise…!" she bawled.

Randall scooped her up into a hug. "You surprised me alright." He chuckled. Kimmie kept crying.

"What's going on?" Simon asked, as he came into the kitchen sniffing the air. "Go back to bed, I've got this." Randall ordered as he opened up the oven. Smoke shot out, blasting him right in the face. Randall coughed and waved it away. Inside sat a tray full of little black, smoking cookies.

"What the-?" he wrinkled his nose.

"I was just trying to make you some cookies…" Kimmie sniffed.

Randall grabbed an oven mitt and retrieved the smoking cookies. He sniffed them. "They smell great!" he said with fake enthusiasm.

Kimmie wiped her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, when they cool off, I'd love to have one." Randall lied.

Kimmie wiped away her last tear and beamed at him. "I'll get you a plate!" she squealed and ran to the other end of the kitchen. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach the stack of plates that had been placed on the counter while waiting to be put back in the cabinets.

"Need help kid?" Randall asked.

Kimmie pouted and sat down sadly. "I can't do anything right…" she sighed dejectedly.

Randall frowned. "That's not true." He said as he sat down beside her.

"Yes it is, I didn't get you the right icecream last night, I burned your cookies, and I can't even reach a stack of plates." Kimmie said sadly.

"But you throw awesome tea parties, you're always there for those in need, and know what you're best at?"

Kimmie looked up. "What?"

Randall grinned. "Being my friend."

Kimmie smiled back and hugged him.

Randall sighed and hid his face from her. It was going to be really hard to say goodbye.

Randall swallowed his mouthful of Rice Krispies as he read the back of the box.

"Hey Randy?"

Randall half turned. "What?"

"I was wondering if I could sign your cast." Kimmie asked.

"Sign my cast?"

Kimmie gestured to his pink cast. "Yeah, like write some little notes or pictures on it." She smiled.

"Uh, yeah, sure whatever kid." Randall turned back to the box. He heard her uncap something and felt her writing on it. A few minutes later, he looked down. "Can I get up now? I need to wash this off." He asked.

"No! Not yet! I'm almost done!" Kimmie said.

Randall sighed and settled back down.

"Ok, done!" Kimmie beamed at him and stepped back. Randall looked down and felt himself grin. Kimmie had signed her name like any other five year old would but had also added a very special touch.

"The unicorns a nice touch." Randall said.

"It's not just any unicorn! It's BZ!" Kimmie corrected.

"Oh, my bad. Nice drawing though, thanks kid." Randall patted the cast. Kimmie smiled and went back to her room.

Randall cracked his neck and sighed. He wondered how everyone back at Monster's Inc was doing. Sullivan, Wazowski, Waternoose, and even Fungus. Now that he was gone, was Fungus happy? Was everyone happy? What if he went back and everyone mobbed him and threw him into jail for the rest of his life? He shuddered at that thought.

"Hey Randall." He heard Marra say.

"What?" he asked without turning around.

"Vet appointment, they want to check the cast."

"I don't feel like going." Randall growled.

"Randall, get in the car."

"What if I don't want to?"

Marra shrugged. "Too bad." She called over her shoulder as she swung the car keys. "I'll be waiting in the car."

Randall turned. "Woah, I'm not getting in the car with you! You'll probably send us into a pond."

Marra snorted. "Come on, I'm not that bad."

"We'll see. If you get me killed, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life." Randall grumbled as he got up and followed her out the door. Marra just laughed.

"Alright, let's check the x-rays." The vet said.

She was a different lady from the last one Randall had seen. Red, curly hair, forest green twinkling eyes and a soft smile. Her gleaming name tag said 'Walker'. He could tell by her attitude she really cared for animals. Randall caught himself staring at her. She seemed very familiar. There was a tight silence as she scanned the black and white photos.

"Hm, impressive, it seems all cleared up! Randall has healed faster than I expected. What did you say he was again?" she asked Marra.

Marra played with a keychain on her purse before answering. "I didn't." she answered shortly.

The vet gave her a funny look before turning back to Randall. "Well, I'm impressed. If my judgment is correct, I'd say the cast is ready to come off today. Right now if you'd like." The vet offered.

Randall frowned and looked down at it. Kimmie had worked hard on BZ and it seemed like a big shame to get rid of it so soon. He looked up at Marra and shook his head.

"Nice unicorn." The vet remarked.

"You know what, that would be great." Marra said.

"Awesome! I'll be right back." The vet smiled and left with her clipboard.

As soon as the door shut, Randall glared at Marra. "I said no!" he snapped crossly.

"Why not? I know you're sick of it!"

"Well, that was before Kimmie drew BZ on it!"

"She can draw you another unicorn, it's too late now."

Randall sighed in defeat. He hoped Kimmie wouldn't be too mad.

Moments later, Randall's cast was off. He streched and flexed his leg. Despite healing quickly, he hadn't used it in a long time and it was pretty weak and it took a minute to get used to standing on it again.

"How's it feel Randall?" the vet asked.

Randall shrugged.

"If he has any problems, give us a call." The vet handed Marra a small business card.

"Thank you so much." Marra said.

The vet smiled. "Any time, you can head to the checkout counter now." Marra gestured Randall to follow.

Randall followed her cautiously on his newly freed foot. Randall frowned when he realized if he found a way to get back to Monsters Inc, he could go home now that he was all healed. But the question was, did he really want to anymore?

"Randy!"

As soon as he stepped in the front door, Kimmie ran over. "I made you-" she dropped the paper she was holding and stared at him. "Where's your cast?" she asked.

Randall swallowed gultily. "Uh, sorry kid, the vet took it off. Thanks to someone." He shot Marra a look.

Marra just shrugged and headed her and Bree's room.

Kimmie frowned. Randall tried to read her face, but she kept whatever she was feeling well hidden.

"I'm sorry kid. I know you worked hard on it." he said uneasily.

"It's fine, I'll just draw another BZ!" Kimmie smiled. Randall sighed in relief.

Kimmie led him to the family room where she had been sitting on the floor drawing. Randall took care not to slip on any of the crayons that were scattered around the floor. Kimmie plopped herself down and got right to work on another BZ. Minutes later, she held up a newly drawn BZ.

"Here!" she beamed at him.

Randall took it and smiled. "Thanks kid."

Randall watched as she drew a few other things before eventually getting bored. "Hey, wanna do something else?" he suggested.

"Like what?" Kimmie asked.

"Watch a movie perhaps?"

"Yeah!" Kimmie ditched her crayons and ran to the TV. "How about ET? I love it!" she said, holding up a movie.

"Sure kid." Randall said as he sat down on the couch.

Kimmie put the movie in and then went over and sat down next to Randall.

The two went without speaking for at least half the movie. As ET and Elliot flew down the road with the police after them, Kimmie spoke. "Randy?"

Randall looked down. "Hm?"

"You kind of remind me of ET, it's like you came from another planet, you don't exactly look human, and well, you became best friends with a kid, just like me."

"Don't worry, you won't have dodge the cops when I go home."

Kimmie lifted her head and looked at him. "Home? What do you mean? You are home."

Randall felt a lump form in his throat. "Well kid, I mean, my real home, where I came from."

Kimmie's eyes widened and she sat up. "Wait, y-you're not going to leave me are you?"

Randall swallowed. "'Course not… whatever gave you an idea like that?" he said guiltily.

"Well, Grant was talking and he said you hinted that you were leaving."

"Uh…" was all Randall could muster.

Kimmie threw herself at him and grabbed him into a tight hug. "Randy, please don't go! I-I love you." She pleaded.

Randall felt the guilt crushing him. "Kid…"

Kimmie stuck out her pinky. "Pinky promise you won't leave!" she begged.

Randall hesitated a bit before hooking one of his fingers between hers.

"Now promise." Kimmie said.

Randall sighed. "I…promise."

Unbeknownst to Kimmie, as he said it, he crossed his fingers behind his back where she couldn't see.

After a dinner of leftovers fresh from the microwave, all the kids headed for their rooms. Randall went ahead and went to Kimmie's room while she brushed her teeth. He heard Bree call her and they started talking.

Despite just eating dinner, Randall felt his stomach growl and he decided to visit the kitchen for a light snack while he was waiting. When he was done, he headed back to Kimmie's room and found her already there. Randall walked in and closed the door behind him.

Kimmie beamed at him from her bed. "Night Randall!" she said.

"Night kid." Randall said distractedly as he settled himself down at the bottom of her bed. He felt Kimmie lie down and pull the covers up.

He started to drift off to sleep when suddenly the closet door creaked open. Randall eyed it suspiciously. Max, who was sleeping on Kimmie's rug next to her bed, stirred slightly, but didn't wake.

"Pst! Randall!"

Randall's eyes widened. He recognized that voice. Could it be? Was he dreaming?

He slowly turned his head and saw a very, familiar face.

A/N: Uh oh... who could it be? You guys are smart, I'm sure you know exactly who it is... DUN DUN DUN!

Well, this was a pretty good chunk of a chapter, originally it was much shorter like, 1,000 words, but when I had written it, I was tired and wasn't in the best shape to be writing, so I took a look at it when I was in the 'writing mood' and changed it all up, hope you enjoyed! See you on Wednesday! LIZARD POWER! ;)

Edit:

-VERY IMPORTANT!-

OK, heads up guys, the next chapter is going to make the rating go up to "T" because it has some violence in it. I don't think it's that big of a deal, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Here's my reasoning, if you've seen Monsters Inc, you will be absolutely fine. There is no blood, profanities, nothing disgusting, or anything vulgar. So, I still encourage you to read it!