Summary/Inspiration: A day in the life of Randy, well, technically a night in the life of Randy. Takes place in the present and based on my own "what ifs." Randy's POV. "Need You Now," by Lady Antebellum, didn't inspire this story, but this song happened to come on the radio the moment I started typing this story and it seemed to fit so well that you can think of it as a prologue.

Author's Note: I don't know where this came from, but the dialog started running through my mind the moment I woke up. I know I have other stories to work on, but this one grabbed on and wouldn't let go. If this was inspired by anything, it would have been inspired by Predec2... thanks K for your story on LJ... I think that's what got my mind working on this.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything or anyone, nor am I an agent, representative, publicist, etc. Totally random ramblings from someone who believes that Gale and Randy are destined to be together, and has seen with my own eyes and felt the bond they share, whatever it might be… but it doesn't have to have a name to know it exists. No offense is meant to anyone, but you're welcome to take it as a compliment.


It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call

But I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call

But I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all


Randy's POV

Who on Earth would be here at 2am? I mean I may be awake, but that's beside the point… unless there's an emergency… I hope not, but if there is…

I open the door, and start to say something, till I see who it is.

"Gale?"

"Hey Rand."

"Hey… I didn't… what are you doing here, and do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah, sorry, but… look, can I come in? I mean unless there's, well…"

"No, I mean yeah sure… sorry, you caught me off guard, hold on."

I take the chain off the door to let Gale in… Gale, I didn't even know he was in town, weird, he always calls to tell me he's here.

"Come on in… you want something to drink or anything?"

"Something to drink would be good, what have you got?"

"I think I have some of your favorite beer, if you'd like."

"Sounds good Rand."

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."

Okay, this is just weird, not necessarily bad, but weird. It's not like he hasn't been here before, but he has never dropped by in the middle of the night. Something has to be wrong, but hopefully not too wrong. He looks… tired, stressed, who knows, but I plan to find out.

He smiles when I hand him the beer. I always have a couple bottles of his favorite beer in the back of the fridge. Some people think it's strange that I have beer at all since I prefer wine, not to mention it just sits there, but I don't care what they think is strange. It's somewhat comforting to know it's there, you know?

"So what brings you to town, and why at this particular moment?"

"Did I wake you?" he says almost smiling… he knows me too well.

"No" I chuckle, and wait for the rest of his answer.

"Well I saw your play, the Habit of Art? You were great, as always. Very interesting play, intriguing concept, your movements were so subtle, yet captivating."

"Thank you, but… when were you there? How come you…"

"Rand, I…"

"Gale… Hey, what's wrong? I haven't seen you this stressed out in a long time."

"I don't know, maybe it's the show. I've done TV before and I know how stressful and time consuming they can be, but I guess I forgot the amount of time and energy involved in doing a show where you're on every week."

"Yeah… I remember it can get pretty crazy, especially when you're not used to it. I understand how you feel… you're good though."

"You watch it?"

"Of course I watch, you're in it," he lets that sink in a little and glad to see a little bit of the tension leave Gale's face. "Much better than that cheerleader crap, I mean a cheerleader who's a law student, come on."

"Yeah, well… it was a bit of a stretch."

"A bit?"

We both chuckle at that.

"Believe me, I've heard it all. And probably thought a lot of it, too, but the cast was fine and it pays the bills. I did enjoy playing a law professor. This show, though… it has the same producer, but it's very different and the cast is great to work with. I think my character is great and I do have fun filming it, I just forgot about how much goes into a weekly role, regardless of the number of scenes you have, you're on set."

"Don't remind me… it can be hectic and draining, even without a scene to film. I must say though, that you seem to play off everyone really well, not that that's surprising, you've always been an amazing actor and completely believable in every role you're in."

I love it when I get him to be blush a little and seem bashful, it doesn't happen often, at all, but when it does…

"I was very surprised that even though it's a teenage drama, the kids are really good actors, too. Although I must say, seeing your character get beat up… I don't care how much acting goes in to a scene like that, it was hard to watch."

"Tell me about it… it wasn't hard to act, but you know you have to make it look real. Obviously no one really got hurt, but still, moving the body like you are in a fight… it's work."

"Yeah… and this may sound silly, but I loved the ending. You were so evil, but all in the name of protecting the coven… it was great. A bit disturbing, but in a sexy way."

He chuckles a little. "Thanks, I think."

He gets this softer, but tormented look and I know what he's thinking. We usually know what the other's thinking, although not always at the same time.

"It must be harder than you thought… you look exhausted."

He just nods. I open my arms a little to him and say, "Come here."

He looks like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. He slides over and lays his head on my lap, completely stretches out and looks up at me with a soft smile on his face. – On a side note, my apartment may be small, but my couch is huge, and very comfortable. It looks a little funny in the small space, but this is the reason it's here, and I'm glad I have it the few times he's been here. –

I smile back and start running my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and breaths deep. I've always thought he moved with panther like grace, and I swear to god if he could, he'd be purring right now. Then again, maybe I would be, too… I love his hair.

"That feels good."

"I know."

He opens one eye and looks at me with his crooked smile.

"What? You expect me to say thank you when I'm doing all the work?"

He laughs, a real laugh, not the strained chuckle from before, but a real, free, wonderful laugh and it makes his whole face light up.

He then looks at me with such a soft, sweet, open expression.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For… this, answering your door, letting me in, taking care of me…"

"Anytime."

"I mean it, I…"

I put my finger on his mouth to quiet him and just nod and smile, hoping he feels what I'm trying to say. He kisses my finger and closes his eyes, and relaxes… he looks so peaceful… a look that I realize he didn't have when he was first here.

I'm still running my hands through his hair, admiring his long eyelashes, his perfect nose, his soft red lips, his long lean body… and I'm really glad I don't get hard as easily as when I was a teenager, cause that might make this moment awkward, not unwanted, per se, but awkward. He takes the hand I have resting on his chest and holds it, and then caresses my hand with his thumb… I'm not even sure he knows he's doing it. Most people wouldn't guess this for all the intensity and self-assuredness Gale possesses, but he can be insecure at times, too, and while not everyone needs touch to be comforted, it's always helped Gale.

His fingers slowly stop moving and I can tell from his breathing he's asleep. Several thoughts go through my mind, the least of which is how am I supposed to sleep now? Followed by how long is he here for, and should I wake him to move him or me, followed by why he waited till 2 am to come by if he came to my play.

I was even thinking I could stop moving my hand, stop stroking his hair, but he might wake up. Not that that would be a bad thing, but something tells me he needs this, so I'll keep it up for a while and worry about sleep later.