This is a Fan Fiction of a Fan Fiction to the wonderful fic called Lost and Found but not Healed by BlackShuriken.

Author's Notes:

(A thanks for all you has choose to favorite, follow, or review my story. FREE TURKEY BACON FOR ALL! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Gulp.)

It is VERY recommended to read is predecessor and watch Monsters Inc. before you read this fic. Otherwise it's pretty butterballing confusing.

All rights to the original story go to Dark-Crescent-Moon here on DA.

Intro:

The day Danielle DeMarsh decided to save and heal what she believed to be a dying alligator on the side of the road is the day her life began a connection to a different world. What came with saving the creature turned out to be living proof of a species known as a "Monster" from an alternate world, a monster known as Randall Boggs. Despite their differences and parallel worlds, Danielle and Randall Boggs, have committed to each other in loving romantic relationship together in the human world.

While the connection between this human and monster remained balanced, their worlds collide in a way that threatened the secrecy of the Monster World. For both their worlds were once one a long time ago, but because of an ancient feud between species their worlds were separated….but their genetics remained compatible.

This collision between their worlds has taken form of a young child or rather a "Hybrid".

The daughter of Danielle and Randall.

Her appearance human, but with her father's "abilities" which she has almost no control over.

For the safety of their child's survival, their relationship had to be relieved to the Monster World and much controversy and debate over the fate of the child and collision of their worlds has erupted. For this has happened before….but never had a Hybrid been revealed outright to CDA by the parents.

After four years, the CDA and the new family came to a temporary agreement.

To insure the fate of his daughter, Randall remorsefully had to return to the monster world as representative for his child and monitor the CDA's decisions. Awhile, more of the Monster World is being revealed and remember by children because of the positive influences of Laughter based energy has had, the decision of which world the child should eventually live in and what her purpose has become a crucial top secret project.

Leaving Danielle alone, with enough information and preparation, to raise the child until the CDA, the Central Monsters Intelligence Agency, and the Board of Directors for Monsters Incorporated reaches an agreement.

Seven years have passed with little connection between the two lovers, as their child has lost all connection to her own identity and the identity of her own father.

Chapter 2: Winds of Change

"Stop it."

"Stop it."

"Stop it!"

"…..Wazowski! Stop that freaking alarm," came a whine. There he lay sprawled over his bed in a knot too sore and exhausted to move but-

"Since, you seem to have enough energy to give me such as "friendly" request. Surely you simply bend one your plentiful amount of arms to push a mere button! Hm? Maybe thisssss will make things better?" Mike replied in half-hearted sarcasm, wearing a smug grin on his face like the scowl on Randall's. Both features weren't long lived as they faded into the DPD "Daily Plan Discussion". This plan wasn't just an establishment of an agreement corresponding function to withhold the two for entire day, but it was a necessary pact that slowly turned to a natural activity. One that didn't require as much effort anymore. But Randall still always wanted to know exactly what was going on, he needed to know where he always stood with the plans. It was his job…self-given but for "her" sake it was official business. Plus his actual role in the grand scheme of things as 'her' representative in this world.

Randall slinked out of bed as soon as his nose caught whiff of something; he was surprised how dull his senses have become over the years. He didn't want to call attention to it though. There the mugs hung in Wazowski's claw. "Today Sul' and I need to attend another meeting with the Board of Director, haha joy-Oh right, here," he handed one the mugs to Randall, who yanked it before Mike even had a chance to reach him," so that means you can either come with us, because most likely a certain Roz will be there, or since you can't even turn off an alarm clock you could just stay home…again… an waste awayyyyyyyy." Mike's fluttering motions leaning towards the bed.

"Oh-ho don't you worry Wazowski, I'm coming." One long gulp after the other, finished with a sneer. The coffee already tapping into reservoirs of energy Randall knew he would find eventually. All he needed was the right motivation. Wazowski knew how to give him some…he somehow always did, and Randall knew he needed it. He had been subconsciously avoiding the opportunity to talk to Roz, from fear. The fear of being screwed over yet again, or again being shut down. Fear was not something Randall liked to have constantly liked to deal with. Once being someone who's job was bringing it to others, now the tables have turned and he must fight every day to his family's rights in fear. One monster could not go against the Central Monsters Intelligence Agency or the CDA easily. For seven years he has been doing this. Seven years, and he has had it! Seven years lost! That can't be taken back, or made up!

Randall had to fight, to not lose everything he has ever had get taken away from him.

Not again.

Fighting tooth and nail with old, pompous corporate monsters and government officials, only to have other matters put his on hold, for it to be caught in a filibuster, or the decision of "her" fate heading in an unjust direction. Most of those idiots seemed to forget, or think of as less important when weighed against the lives of the many, that this "hybrid" in question is JUST A YOUNG GIRL! His girl! A living being just as much a monster, a person, and requires as much civil protection and rights as those of their kind. The controversial discussion on the fair treatment of humans was something he never thought he would defend so passionately. Especially not fifteen years ago. But…..he doesn't like mixing his views of the past near the thoughts of his daughter.

The mere thought of that fucking machine near his child….

As always Wazowski could see where Randall's mind was dwelling and stopped it before it got any worse.

"Well Randy, if you're coming I suggest you chug all that down, get your scaly butt outta bed and go tear Roz a new one!" That damned name, it always left chills. Attention earned, well distracting. Randall chased the one-eyed monster out of room before slamming the door shut, hearing maniacally cheerful laughter emitting from the other end.

"I already finished your coffee you smart-ass chew toy! Which, by the way, was too bland!"

"Ha! That's not what I meant. I know what I said. Be ready in fifteen, okay?" The sound of padding slowly diminished as Randall was left alone in his own space. Pondering the beach ball's words, he realized what the monster meant, and smirked. Wazowski…..

By the time today was done, if he played his cards right and if the universe somehow wanted any kind of good life for his family, he was going to give his daughter the best present ever.

He hoped it would be…..

XXX

"Well, for once those vultures aren't waiting for us. Hehe, it's been awhile too." Looking happily out the apartment's front window, Mike began as he put away his foam shield; one of his many props. Being Top Laugher and all, you tend to start a collection. One that can be used for other things then just entertaining children. To this Randall exhaled for many things other than relief.

"Good, because I seriously don't have the patience or the energy to deal with said vultures." He literally did too. Not enough energy to camouflage, himself like he usually did.

The whole thing was supposed to be "Top Secret", but after the agreement was laid down on one those important papers one of the conditions was the release of the new information to public as it related to the fate of the human/monster barrier and their world's functioning society. When the paparazzi got hold of this in their grubby claws they milked it dry along the three monsters that were involved. Randall expected as much, what he didn't expect was the support the other two gave him; he of course didn't accept it… at least at first.

Randall thought the first four years were pretty bad, which was honestly sugar-coating it.

The next two years were pure torture.

An explosion of change was probably the only way someone could describe the event accuratley. It all happened at once and it blew up destroying almost everything in its path. Leaving the aftermath of powerful blows to stop anyone from rising back up on its feet. To stop anyone from resisting its revolution. Randall. Mike and Sulley, Monsters Inc. and the rest of the world.

The riots.

The assaults.

The protests.

The death threats.

The world around him began a kaleidoscope changes, varying from the rise of civil rights groups to the infamous rumors of CDA "Breeding" conspiracies.

But all things have its moments. While the excitement may have died down to an almost tolerable level, some things never died. While other kinds rather refused too.

All three refused to stop.

To give in.

And because of that they began change of their own.

They became known as the Monstropolis' "Power Trio".

Change in the world.

Change between one another.

Change in ones' self.

To keep yourself, was one the hardest parts.

But sometimes giving in or rather,….closure…bringing something to an end is what starts a whole new beginning.

Forgiveness.

On top of all the chaos, Randall had to leave Danielle and his little four year old Desiree for such a world. A world that had abandoned him. A world he wished he had to abandon instead of his family.

He thought he had nothing left in Monstropolis.

Nothing except grudges….

Then he understood that they were grudges that eventually would need to fade.

He knew he wouldn't be able to survive if he didn't.

It had taken a while for him to even consider what, to him, was one of the things he never felt he could do. Not until he met Danielle. He considered it, but when forced to live with them, since no one else would offer without compensation, he had no choice.

Be he refused and denied them every step of the way.

All three thought they would tear each other apart.

Even Mike and Sulley began to succumb to the forever present stress of the situation relating to the fate of their world and the company.

But as the years went by, something clicked together…..and began a slow but still very alive, mending.

Empathy.

It's what started it all, broken it, and made it new again.

But this time it wasn't fueled by hate.

Sullivan.

He surprised Randall in many ways.

Randall, because of the agreement, had to cut all ties with Danielle and Desiree and hasn't seen them since.

Sulley, because of the agreement, had to cut all ties with Boo and hasn't seen her since.

Not the same but not too different. Through small moments that amounted to so much more, as time passed so did their rivalry fade. The world was no longer a competition for Randall. It was a fight for survival…and Sulley still hasn't given up on him. Who Randall once thought was Sulley from Monsters University, had indeed became of whole different person. He just never saw it. Maybe it was because ironically Sulley had left the university, while Randall never really did. The effects that place had on him kept him there in that moment of time. A time Randall wished to never return too, yet it had taken over his entire life and consumed him.

He thought forgiving Sullivan would be like losing a part of who he was for so long, but really it was keeping him from becoming the person he wanted to be. He realized he had become the type of person that turned him into "monster" in the first place. Was it really all Sulley's fault? Not intentional but that made it worse seeing the blue-monster live in… his blissful world. Or was once.

But Sulley didn't hate Randall. He these days he was broken but never used it as justification for ill feelings.

This Sullivan….

Randall had no idea what brought such a change to who he once knew as just another obnoxious, arrogant jock.

It took him a while to realize it but he knew it was because he had Mike next to time.

Like he had Danielle.

But now that he was without Danielle….things…feelings were starting to return.

And somewhere in it all….

Mike and Randall had a moment.

It was a moment that answered long overdue questions, and misunderstandings. Did it solve everything….no. But it did create something. A bond. A strange one albeit. But both got through it and both found themselves in a different place. One that even Sulley can't seem to wrap his mind around completely; and he knew Mike extremely well. All that Sulley knew was even though they talked to each other and fought the same, the words and reactions they bared weren't the same. Randall almost didn't understand it himself, but he didn't hate it.

For some reason, Wazowski was the hardest to forgive, and for a long time he didn't know why, compared to what Sullivan has made him feel. Mike, to him was the embodiment of all his mistakes constantly being slapped in his face. Mike's success, his eternal confidence, his insults and the reminders….of his past self. The little monster's mere presence brought Randall sick to stomach for many years. He was once walking proof of his shame living happily, with a girlfriend, job, best friend, and respect. All the things he never had, and never would. Why? Because he decided if he couldn't be respected by those, he thought were, better than him, it was best to join them. He used to think that was the only way to survive and make your way in life. Life so far had told it was the only way. But Mike went the opposite direction. A way he had tried to go down on but only ended up with failure and loneliness, a way he would've taken if he weren't so desperate in that point of his life in college. In the end Wazowski won, and Randall was left with his mistakes as second best. To Sullivan and then even Mike.

"Why did Mike get it? Why did the "cool kids" get it? I did everything I thought I was supposed to do! Yet, all I ended up with was NOTHING!"

He knew he make horrible mistakes, and he paid for them. Manipulated most his life by those he wanted acknowledgement from; he lost himself in the process.

He hated them.

He hated himself!

All his hate, he took out on them, put into work and in pursuit for the respect he still yearned for.

After all that, he still he failed. It almost cost him his life, and lost everything again.

But then Danielle found him, and she healed him in more ways than he could've hoped to ever have.

He remembered how much he related himself to Wazowski and saw how he was happy with Sulley and that he was no longer in his life. After their last exchange of words at the Scare Games meeting, is was like he was invisible to Mike. Randall now knew what he did to Mike. But young Randy thought differently. Through the years, so called "best friends" had left him for the same reasons, he thought Mike would do the same eventually. He thought everyone was the same. And yet he thought everyone was different from him and no one could find happiness if they were someone like him. But Mike somehow did.

During their moment Randall found out something…. He didn't know how much he meant to Mike. He honestly didn't think Mike cared for him at all after college. One mess up and the entire friendship was all over, not even going to question his actions or ask for a reason. Just complete disconnection.

Only to finally get away from a hell hole of a college you basically paid for, to find yourself with your dream job…..as second best to fucking college drop outs!

Mike thought Randy was gone, and that nothing of his "best chum" was left. Like the lizard-monster, Mike had his own share of rejection over the years….by just being born a certain way. Feeling so small and with no one to be with, beside yourself, he built himself up. Confidence. Build it up so high, that no matter what anyone says to you…you can bounce it right back. With sarcasm, retorts…or laughing it off.

College was behind him. Mike would never let any of those "frat jocks" tell him otherwise…..even Randy-…..Randall.

But in this moment, a moment they had been avoiding for years, they realized how different they weren't.

How much their presence, though short lived, added up and became something.

Stuff the Randall never thought Mike would say.

"I thought you were different! That you were the ONE person that wouldn't look at me seeing NOTHING! But no! When it came down to it, you were JUST LIKE EVERYBODY IN THAT DAMN COLLEGE!"

"NO! I'm tired of this! You! Y-you…just shut up. Randall. I'm tired of hating YOU! You can go on for the rest of your life living in hate. Hating everyone…..hating Sulley…hating me….but I can't. I'm not like you in that way….."

"You can go on! Thinking you're all alone, in stubborn ignorance! But you're NOT! You can hate me Randall! You can hate me. Go ahead. I welcome it! I want it! Ha! Unleash it, unleash all your FUCKING HATE on me! I can take it, I've taken worse! If this is what it's going to take….to get you to function through these days then I'll take it! But I won't leave you alone. Not this time, Lizard Boy! I'll come fucking right back to you! No matter how much you don't want it or don't believe! I'll keep coming back until you do. Until you realize!"

XXX

"Oh would you give it a rest Wazowski, I don't want to see you complaining unless for have an actual reason too. Hehe, like you will after your meeting." Pushing through the doors of the Monsters Inc's lobby, Mike's wouldn't shut up about not being able to drive them to the factory. Driving Mike's "fourth baby" was always an invitation to glares. The walk wasn't far at all, and Randall insisted that they get the fresh air since there was no journalists on their tails (….or just his….on their- whatever). Ever since his leg had healed, he had come to appreciate how much he enjoyed walks. Especially the ones he would take with Danielle…

He started to wander off again.

…..if he didn't do this right he might not ever get to again.

"Oh ha. Ha. Freakitty HA. And I don't want to see you complaining at all when you come back from yours! …I really don't." It was sarcasm, but these days Randall saw it as a code.

"You know what I don't wanna see?" Randall replied deadpanned. Then-as if on cue.

"Schmoopsie-poo!"

Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!

XXX