This is not the time for foreplay, Calhoun mused through the throbbing headache as she came into consciousness. The incessant suckling and nipping on her neck was only making her stomach turn. She tried to move her limbs to push Felix away, but her arms would not budge. Calhoun's eyes shot open as realization hit her. She was not in her bedroom, and that was not Felix.

With a growl, she tossed her shoulder, sending her assailant scrambling away. Her breathing was hard as she threw a death glare at Turbo. "Keep your filthy chew hole off, slim bucket."

"You'll be begging for that and more when I'm through with you," Turbo warned. He got to his feet again, brandishing his cane at her as if he'd shrike her.

Calhoun didn't flinch on his approach. She'd take every senseless blow proudly, never revealing an ounce of weakness. Her glare was as sharp as a double-edged sword as Turbo reared his arm back…

"Turbo!" a small but strong voice called out. Calhoun craned her neck to peer around Turbo's legs, laying eyes on her husband. Fix-it shadowed the doorway, standing boldly with fists clinched at his sides. Her husband was always a determined fellow, but Calhoun had never seen such dauntless conviction on his usual cherubic-cheeked face.

A wide, devious grin curved Turbo's mouth as he swiveled around. "Welcome back, Fix-it."

"Get away from my wife," Felix demanded, impressing Calhoun with his moxie.

"What have you been up to, Fix-it?" Turbo asked wickedly, glitching a shimmer of red. "I can assure you, I've been taking good care of your soldier girl."

Felix's searching eyes caught sight of the red scratches and ugly purplish mark on Calhoun's neck. "Tammy?" A quiver accompanied her name, and Calhoun answered before Felix lost his gumption.

"I'm okay, Felix." Even if she were half dead, her answer would be the same. He held her gaze a moment longer then with a nervous nibble of his bottom lip, Felix tipped his hat to her. There it was. The signal they had come up with if Felix needed to communicate with her silently when they were in a bind. He had a plan, and all Calhoun could do was wait to see when her part would be played.

Turbo advanced upon the handyman, cane tapping the concrete menacingly. "What have you done to my code, and where is Wreck-it and the abomination?"

"They're safe." Felix silently hoped they were. To his knowledge, Ralph and Vanellope were safe in GCS. With that many characters witnessing the incident, there was no way the rogue Hero's Duty soldiers would get their dirty work done. "I'm giving you one chance, Turbo."

"Chance?" Turbo giggled manically and the sound could create nightmares alongside his vivid yellow teeth and spooky eyes. "For what? To repent and become like you: a goody-two-shoes hammering hick?"

Felix breathed in deep. He and Ralph had quickly discussed what to do, and it was with a heavy heart that they knew they couldn't simply crush Turbo's code without at least giving him a chance to surrender. Though they knew Turbo wouldn't afford the same mercy they would towards him, it was the right thing to do. Heroes had to make the tough decisions, and this was possibly the toughest one Felix had ever had to make.

"If you surrender, you'll live but be banished beyond the Game Central Station." Every character knew what would happen if they crossed the line of endangering the livelihood of other games. It was an unwritten rule from the beginning of Litwak's arcade.

"Or you'll do what?" Turbo taunted.

"This." Felix stuck his hand in the pouch, pulling out the glowing blue cube which carried Turbo's code.

Turbo's forehead furrowed forming an angry scowl on his face, and he hissed, "My code." He stamped closer to Felix, but the handyman stood his ground, the cube tightly gripped in his blocky fingers. "You ripped my code out and brought it here!"

"No different than you trying to delete Vanellope's code," Felix threw back.

At the mention of the little president's name, Turbo roared and leapt at Felix, knocking him to the floor. His hat flew off from the impact and the cube was thrown from his hand; rolling away and bumping the wall. Turbo whipped his cane around, slamming it right at Felix's head. The handyman yelped, dodging the object by a fraction.

Felix grabbed hold of Turbo's wrists, immobilizing the dangerous swings. Turbo snarled above him, wrestling furiously to tear into the other 8-bit man. Felix wasn't a fighter. There was no reason to ever be. But when your best friend is a giant that wrecks stuff and your wife is a steel-toed space marine, you pick up on ways to defend yourself. Felix maneuvered his boot between him and his attacker, pushing with his powerful hop ability to throw Turbo off him.

Felix scrambled after the blue cube, his finger just touching it when a hand clamped down on his ankle. He was yanked and dragged backwards on his stomach as he grasped vainly at the concrete floor, anything to get away.

For a split second that felt more like an eternity, he caught sight of Tamora trying desperately to break free from her bonds. Catching her eye for that nanosecond fueled him to think fast. Felix nabbed his golden hammer, brandishing it at Turbo.

The former racer scoffed, "You think you can stop me with your silly little magic hammer? You must be stupider than I thought, Fix-it! It only fixes things!"

"This side fixes things," Felix agreed about the hammerhead, then he flipped the hammer around holding it claw-side now, "But this side doesn't." He swung the claw, connecting with Turbo's shoulder. Turbo howled, rearing back and in the process, knocking Felix's hammer from his hand.

Felix rushed to the cube again, finally grabbing hold of it. He yelped when he felt Turbo's weight on him; the relentless psycho being impossible to stop for even a moment! "Tammy!" Felix yelled, tossing the cube to land close to his wife's feet.

A crunch sounded through the room, and Turbo suddenly halted, a look of pure surprise and fear on his face. He collapsed atop Felix, motionless.

Felix was trembling from head to toe as he lay still under the weight of Turbo. He didn't move until he heard Tamora calling his name. With a hoarse cry, he pushed Turbo off and hopped to his feet. He rushed to his wife's side, retrieving his hammer along the way.

"Are you okay, Tammy?" he asked, immediately going to saw the rope apart that held her wrists.

"If I hear you ask me that one more time, Fix-it," Tamora grumbled, sitting up, rolling her shoulders to work out the aching kinks. Felix moved to her ankles and in no time, she was completely free.

Felix nearly bowled her over as he threw his arms around her neck, hammer clattering to the floor, the 'clink' echoing off the walls. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, his relief proving in the form of a sigh against her skin. "I love you, Tamora Jean," he whispered with such reverence.

Tamora's rigid form fell away and she enveloped Felix, ignoring the aches and hurts throughout her body. "Love you too, Fix-it," she murmured into his hair as her fingers ran through the strains, soothingly.

"I was so worried about you, I couldn't think straight for a time," he admitted, snuggling closer, reveling in the fact that his wife was safe now in his embrace.

"You did good, soldier." Tamora pulled back just enough to lean their foreheads together. "I knew you'd pull through." With that, she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss that spoke of her own relief that the horrible experience was finally over. They parted a moment later, and Felix focused on the bruising red marks on her neck.

"What did he do to you?" he asked with a shake in his voice. His thumb hovered above the mark, wanting to touch but not daring to.

Tamora groaned in disgust. "Psycho racer marked me for his own sick pleasure." She shivered at the phantom feel of Turbo's mouth and teeth on her skin. "Tap me with your hammer before I hurl from the thought."

Felix nodded, hopping up to retrieve his golden hammer where he abandoned it. He tapped her neck gently, and the mark disappeared with a clink. Tamora wriggled a little, taking a deep breath. A steaming hot shower wouldn't even make her feel less dirty, but right that they had more important things to worry about.

"While you're at it," Tamora added, "tap my heels, so I can walk out of here without looking like a cy-bug nibbled on me."

Felix got to work on fixing her cracked, bruised heels. She'd smashed the code cube with such force, making sure Turbo would be incapacitated for good. Felix sheathed the hammer in his belt loop, and hastened to help her to her now healed feet. "We should get back to Game Central Station to tell the others what happened," he said sadly, grasped her hand and gently pulling Tamora along.

She glanced at the still figure of Turbo crumpled on the floor as they passed, hissing without remorse, "Told you I'd destroy you, you cracked-brained lunatic."

I can't believe this fic is almost over! I don't want it to be over, but it's a great feeling to finish a fic! This chapter I played out most in my head trying to think of how I wanted it to go. My original idea was having Ralph waiting in the wings ready to crush Turbo's code if he didn't surrender, but it didn't feel right and I wanted the showdown to be with just Felix, Cal, and Turbo. It seemed to have worked out all right.