In A Public Place

"We're closed." Randy said, he looked up and saw it was Quinn. He rolled his eyes and continued to pack away. It had been two months and she still showed up, she still hung around and she hadn't fully understood that he wanted nothing to do with her. He changed his name, his attitude and his personality. Why won't she just leave him alone? "I said we're closed."

"I know you're closed, Huck."

"I don't know any-"

"Cut the crap, I know it's just us. Your boss gave you the keys this week so he could leave early to go finish some 'work'" Huck sighed and cursed himself for training herself so well, she even knew about his bosses extramarital affairs. "It's just you and me, Randy."

"You don't have an appointment."

"I don't need one." She said, she locked the door and he heard the thick lock click into place. He was far from trapped but he didn't like her new approach, it was too head-on and brash just like Quinn. She approached his counter and leaned forward. "I'm tired of this."

"Of what?" He said, he cursed under his breath, he was supposed to be ignoring her. How could he forget that so quickly?

"You punishing me." She slowly made her away around the counter, he moved away from her. "Smart guy..."

"I'm not punishing you. I'm Randy, I work and I play video games and I don't punish women I don't know." Randy said while inching away from her. As much as he tried to become Randy he was no good at it. Actually, he was great at it. He had been a spy for the United Government and that meant pretending to be someone else all the time. He could do this but it was just... he didn't want to.

"You're Huck, you like hacking and mysteries." She sat on the counter top and spun around quickly trapping him between her booted legs. She studied him before moving closer. "You like knowing what makes people tick and you love to-"

"Shut up." He grabbed her chin and squeezed her jaw roughly, "You don't know what I am-"

"I can bet on four missing teeth that I do-" He squeezed harder but moved closer. Her skin was so warm under his hands, she felt the same and she was still here even though everything changed.

Her tactics.

Her style.

The fire in her eyes.

It was all still here and real, and he wanted that for some reason. He craved it. Randy was disappearing each second he remained entangled with Quinn Perkins and he didn't find himself minding. His grip lessened as he caressed her face, she wasn't afraid and she still glared at him defiantly. He moved his fingertips down her chin and stroked that familiar pulse in her neck.

"You just don't take no for an answer."

"Gladiators never do."

"If Olivia even thinks-"

"OK, I've done a lot of things for Olivia but sleeping with you was never one of them." Quinn leaned forward and brushed her lips against his own, "I did that for me." He felt his chest swell with an odd sense of pride, she had always wanted him and still did. Not Randy. Not the man he was before but him. His hand moved away from her neck as he slammed her down against the counter top, "This counter is not big enough for this..."

"You don't know that." He said while tugging at the boots, she smiled at him.

"Let's make it more interesting..." She pushed away from him and began to tear off her clothes and he did the same. He grabbed her by her shoulder and walked her backwards towards the counter. He couldn't count all the times she had walked in here and he imagined doing this but seeing her always made him sad. It made him think of all the lives he had before he was Randy but now that he had touched her again it set something on fire inside of him.

He needed this even if it was just a moment, obviously she wanted it too.

"Your boss will be back in fifteen minutes, his wife will catch him at that god awful motel with that barely-legal blonde girl who can barely work the cash register," Quinn panted between words as he lifted her onto the counter. "Is that enough time?"

"No, but it will have to be."

George thought it odd that his wife showed up just before he arrived and he quickly called Jenna and told her not to come. That gave him just enough time to get back to the store, Randy was nice but a bit odd. He didn't smile and he barely talked except to tell customers what was wrong with their hardware. George wanted to be sure that he made the right choice and that Randy locked up correctly.

"Randy, I saw your car in the parking lot is everything alrig-" George looked up to see clothes strewn all over the desk. Randy was quickly pulling on his pants while a young woman sat on the countertop completely naked combing her fingers through her hair.

"George?" Randy said under his breath while cursing.

"Yes, it's me. George. Your boss! What the hell are you doing?" George said angrily, he blushed as he looked at the brown haired beauitufl woman. She seemed familiar, he hoped she wasn't the same one that had been visiting everyday.

"Well, he was doing me and doing quite a good job-"

"Get the hell out!" George said as Quinn leaned down and gathered her rumpled clothes and scurried out the back door. George looked down at his phone once they were gone and saw he had several missed calls from his future ex-wife. He heard the door creak open, "Randy..."

"That's not my name," He said while walking over to the desk and grabbing a white cellphone before leaving. "If you ever yell at me again I'll cut that tongue out of your mouth..."

Author's Note: I enjoyed the first episode which was super tense but still great. I'm anxious to see where S4 will take Huckleberry Quinn. I like the idea of Randy and Superfreak at the Generic-Apple store.