(A/N)- SORRY IT'S SHORT! Yes, I know I said it was discontinued, but I had a change of heart ... sorta. I have a LOT of this story still on my computer, just many of the chapters aren't sequenced, so I'm going to make an attempt to sort of 'stitch' them back together. If things seem like they're a little 'too rushed' please just assume that there were a couple weeks in between the chapters or something. I feel bad letting the fanfiction die, even though it's an overdramatic mess ... And the constant additions of new Randall/OC fanfiction is just making me lose interest in it completely, I don't know what it is.

Don't get mad because the next update I'm going to make is most likely going to be for my unloved/unknown Magic in the Mirror fanfiction. It's due for a new chapter. Just a head's up, I always hate when updates for stories in my inbox give me a mini heart attack.

I'd like to add that the only thing that inspired me to come back to this fanfiction was the Dreamworks movie 'Megamind'.

I also find it creepily ironic (sorta) about the last chapter's title name and the title of this one now.

Chapter 16 - It Matters

The sounds of cheering and shouting had erupted near Randall's Scare floor. It could only mean one thing, and her assumptions were confirmed.

"Congrats on beating the Scare record Sulley!" some monster yelled.

"Yeah, seventy-thousand, can you believe it?"

Sandra snorted in disbelief. No, she couldn't believe it - Sullivan just started a couple months ago! It had to be rigged. And besides, she knew Randall wasn't too far behind Sullivan, so what did it matter? Why were guys so competitive that a stupid Scare record mattered so much?

Still, she felt a sudden pang in her heart to know that something that mattered so much to Randall had just been taken from him.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, and craned her neck up to see beyond the crowd that was bustling out of the Scarefloor. She knew Randall wouldn't be amongst them, so he had to be on the floor still ... she couldn't hear anything through the cheering, but she saw Fungus run out of there as quick as he could, holding his helmet to his head and clutching his clipboard tight against his chest. He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice her.

The lights just went out on the Scarefloor as the crowd left the area and their noises faded as they left out into the lobby ... but then their voices echoed as they did, which was completely obnoxious and hoped the storm outside would kill their high spirits ... Roz's window was closed - Sandra didn't hear her slam it shut amongst the cheering.

She bit her lip nervously as she went to go and check the Scarefloor for Randall. He wasn't the crying type - she'd never seen him cry, but if he felt sad enough to cry ... well, she was sure he wouldn't. Wherever he was, he was hiding from her, and she wasn't so sure that she wanted to find him lest it just piss him off.

She didn't hear Roz come out of her office as Sandra stepped out onto the shadowy Scarefloor. Roz just smirked knowingly in her direction and headed home without a word.

"Randall?" she whispered when she didn't see him at his desk area. She heard that subtle sound of him unblending as he asked with an angry sigh, "What?" he snapped.

She turned quickly to see him leaning against the wall opposite the screens. He was so hidden in the shadows she could barely see him.

"You ready to go home?" she asked gently, approaching him.

His emerald eyes glared at her a moment before looking away as he nodded slowly, "In a bit."

"Look ..." she said, cautiously taking his hand in both of her own. She was surprised that he didn't pull away, and instead gripped her hand comfortingly, almost desperately.

"I'm sorry about today," she said.

He shook his head with a sneer as he muttered, "It's not your fault. It's that damned Sullivan ..."

"Randall," she warned, but his anger just grew.

"This isn't the only time it's happened! I don't know why they're congratulating him! What, just because he topped my score by a couple points by the end of the work day he's suddenly top Scarer?" he asked incredulously, throwing his hands up, "I'll just beat him again tomorrow!"

"Shh! You're echoing."

"Who cares!" he snapped, running his hand angrily through his fronds.

"I do ..." she answered quietly, but he didn't respond, he just turned away from her, rubbing his neck in his frustration.

She wasn't sure she wanted to tell him about her day yet ... it might just anger him more to have another monster top him ... well, her score didn't matter - she dealt mainly with three to four year olds ... still, she wanted him to get his mind off this Scarer business.

When he turned to lean his back on the wall, she daringly stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug. She didn't know what came over her - it just seemed like the right thing to do at that moment. He tensed up at the touch but soon eased his muscles and wrapped both pairs of arms around her with a relaxed sigh.

"I'm sorry Sandra," he muttered, "I don't want to take it out on you."

She nodded against his cheek, and smiled, pulling back to look at him, "I got something to tell you that might cheer you up ..."

"What?" he asked, amused at her sly grin.

"Sullivan's score isn't the highest in all of Monsters Inc," she said, "the top Scarer on my floor's got a little over eighty-five thousand points."

His eyes widened in surprise at this, and stared at her, mouth slightly agape, "You?" he asked quietly.

"Mmhmm," she nodded with a smile, and added sarcastically, mocking him for what he had said earlier, "Of course all I deal with are three to four year olds so it really doesn't - mmph!"

She was cut off when Randall suddenly pressed his lips roughly to hers, shocking her as she stared at him with eyes wide. That sudden action sent a jolt down her spine and caused her to blush profusely as her mind raced in circles wondering how she should react to this. She didn't kiss back, and it wasn't long till he pulled away, gazing fearfully into her eyes.

"S-sorry," he managed to choke out, but his eyes wouldn't leave hers. When she didn't respond, he gulped audibly. He made to pull away but she grabbed hold of the nape of his neck and kissed him firmly back, breathing sharply through her nostrils.

She pulled away slightly, her face still very close to his, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, and it smelled of old coffee- perhaps not the greatest of smells, but she loved it. She wondered if she should be responding in such a way to his actions. She loved the warm exciting feeling stirring in her stomach - it was much more wonderful than when she was with her ex, and she wanted more.

He gave her a soft shy kiss, as he held her carefully in both pairs of arms. She went to kiss him back, but she stopped less than an inch from his mouth, "It doesn't really matter, you know," she reminded with a lopsided grin.

"It matters to me," he murmured with a soft smile, and kissed her again.