A/N: Hey folks, been awhile since I've written anything for this website, but I loved Wreck-It-Ralph so much I felt compelled to write this. Its a jaw breaker storyline, so if that's not your cup of tea you might want to look elsewhere. Should I keep up with this or not will be decided upon with your reviews! If you folks want more, send me PM's or say so in the reviews!

Theme Song for this Chapter: "Under your spell" By Desire. Go youtube it and listen to it while you read!

Vanellope Von Schweetz stared up at the ceiling of her palace room. She lay flat, her raven hair currently down, flowing over the soft cushions and pillows which supported her small frame. She was dressed in her usual attire of teal hoodie, brown skirt and peppermint leggings. Her Hazel eyes stared upward at the glistening sugar structures which made up her ceiling, while seeing none of it. Her mind far to occupied with other things.

Her room was spacious as befit her station, and was appointed with anything she could ever want. Yet for some reason, right now none of that mattered. She had a pain deep in her chest, a pain centered on her heart. A solid aching lump which refused to go away, no matter how much ice cream she ate, no matter how fast she raced. A pain that faded sometimes, but always swelled to new heights when she let herself think on its cause for to long. The pain caused soft tears to well up in her big eyes when she focused on it for to long. But why did she have this pain? Why did she currently ache so much?

Her life after having returned to her rightful place as Princess (sorry, President she reminded herself) of Sugar Rush had been nothing but good, great even! For all intensive purposes she should have been happy! Everything was going well for her, and had continued to go well for her in the year that had followed her return to leader of Sugar Rush. She was accepted by her fellow racers, she was a hit among the players of Litwack's arcade, and she had a family… a real family, which extended beyond the saccharine filled Land of Sugar Rush.

There was Calhoun who, despite being younger then Vanellope in actuality, had a programmed maturity and attitude Vanellope could look up to. She was like a big sister, one that gave her advice, one that encouraged her in being herself. Calhoun was tough and no-nonsense and always reminded Vanellope to be the same. Then of course you couldn't mention Calhoun without her Husband Felix. Fix-it-Felix was quite possibly the nicest and most genteel man in existence. The hero of his own game, he always had kind words for Vanellope and was always willing to help her or anyone for that matter out. The two of them together, when Vanellope thought of it in her private moments, almost acted as surrogate parents for her when she needed them, beyond acting as older siblings and friends.

Then…there was Ralph, the Villain of "Fix-It-Felix Jr". Vanellope had a smile come across her lips just thinking of his name, the pint sized racer always felt warm feelings when thinking of Ralph. For a moment, the pain in her heart was swept away as she focused on the memory of her Savior. Ralph always made her smile, Ralph always had time for her, and most of all… Ralph enjoyed her company and didn't treat her like just some kid. Yet when she focused on him for to long, the pain came back… worse then ever…

Why should Ralph cause her pain? Ralph was her best friend! She had saved his life, and he had saved hers. They were partners in crime, best buddies, (again, in those secret moments she didn't let anyone else know about, she didn't even mind most of the other arcade denizens thought of her as his sidekick even though it was totally the other-way around). Ralph had been the only person to accept her, to help her, and even risk his life for her when everyone else thought she was nothing more then a glitch. An unwanted left over piece of programming.

So why then…right now, when she thought of the most important person in the whole arcade to her…did her eyes well up with tears, and a soft sniffle cross her nose?

Vanellope knew the answer, but she hated admitting it. She didn't want to admit it. No she couldn't say it.

Ralph was a Stink Brain.

He was a big ole doodie head.

Ralph was a Dummy, A Diaper baby in giant over alls..

Ralph was….No she couldn't finish the thought…

Vanellope jumped off of her bed, and ran across the room, sliding on her knees to a large white chest emblazoned with cookie hearts all across it. Without another word or thought she reached into her hood, retrieved a large key and popped it into the heart shaped lock covering the chest.

Once it was open, she bent over inside, going through some of her most prized possessions before coming up with the item of secret shame hidden away within it.

It was a soft, stuffed, plushy Ralph. She had it made in secret two months ago when she first began to realize what her feelings were. It was an object of horrible embarrassment to her, and a secret only she and its creator knew existed. In the moments she would get like this, when the pain was too much, she would hug the smaller Ralph to her tightly, and pretend and wish with all of her heart it was the real him.

It was something a child would do, and despite her appearance Vanellope didn't feel much like a child. Her game was well over a decade older then Calhoun's, by rights she shouldn't be treated like just another kid, and yet she'd seem to always be in this body, the body of a child. Hugging the plush Ralph was something a child would do, and it made her angry at herself.

Yet she couldn't stop herself, because in the end, when she admitted it… When she was at her weakest like she was now…she could finally, finally give voice to the feelings she tried to hide away..

"Oh Ralph…" her voice came, soft, filled with sorrow and longing. She let the silence close in for another long moment before she whispered again. "I love you, you stupid big stink brain…"

The tears came down unbidden from her cheeks then, after voicing what was hidden inside of her. She squeezed the Ralph plushy tighter, as her emotions overwhelmed her. She loved Ralph, she had loved him for some time, but only recently did she realize it. Yet she knew, despite how she felt inside, she would never have him. He would always see her as just a kid. She was always his little sidekick, and most likely she would be nothing more then that, always.

Life could be so unfair, she had everything that was rightfully hers…but she would trade it all away for the one thing she knew she could never have…

Across the Arcade, in Fix-it Felix Jr, the object of President Vanellope's affections was currently standing, clad in his signature hill-billy attire, in front of large mirror within his home.

Ralph's home was what many would deem as small, particularly for such a large man, but for him it felt just right. Downright cozy really.. plus, he'd built it himself. Well, okay yes Felix had really helped him to finalize it, but he'd used his wrecking hands for something other then destruction for once, and that was a point of pride for him.

Ralph's brow was knitted, as his large hand circled his large jaw, eyes squinting in concentration as he focused on himself. He wasn't sure what brought on the current melancholic bought of self reflection over him at the moment. But it was troubling for him. It reminded Ralph really of how he had felt before his new found popularity within Litwack's, before the Cybug incident. Which didn't make sense for Ralph, since he wasn't occupying anywhere near the position he had before the Cybug Sugar Rush incident.

In the year since the cy-bug fiasco everything had been fine for Ralph. More then fine really. There had been a renaissance across Litwack's of bad guy acceptance. Ralph's actions had brought a new appreciation for him, and his fellow villains through out the Arcade, and doors which had previously been closed to him and his fellow bad guys were now open. Oh sure, there were still some hold outs, some who judged, but now Ralph was accepted for who he was on the inside, not the role he played in Fix-it-Felix Jr.

More then that, he now had friends and family greater then he had before. His regular meetings at Bad-anon connected him with the importance of his role as a villain in his game, while also giving him peers to share his experiences with. He had real family now too, real family. Felix had become nothing less then a brother to Ralph. The two had discovered, despite being on opposite sides in their game, they really got along well when the customers went home and they could be themselves.

And why shouldn't they? They were the stars of the game after all? Without Ralph there could be no Fix-It Felix, and without Felix there could be no Wreck-it-Ralph. He had been the best man at Felix's wedding, and he'd regularly spent time with the small hero and his lovely and dangerous wife Tamora. Even Tamora, rough around the edges as she was, could be considered a friend of Ralph's now. The soldier had an appreciation for the destructive prowess Ralph could get going when he put his mind to it.

Finally, there was Vanellope.

Just thinking her name caused a smile to form across Ralph's lips. The gentle giant brought his hand away from his jaw and folded his arms as he recalled the little racer that had changed his life.

She had been annoying at first, she had been aggravating, and he had wanted nothing to do with her at the time. Then he saw just how much like him she really was. How she stood tall despite the bullies arrayed against her, and how she had fought hard for acceptance. No, Vanellope became his best friend, and the most important person in his life. In the year since they'd met his favorite memories were often of the times the two of them spent together. Many of those memories were of just the two of them lazily taking in the scenery of Sugar Rush or some other game… her propped on his shoulder, or laying back in his lap. They simply enjoyed one another's company, and tiny girl brought a strange sense of peace to the giant.

Which was why Ralph was beginning to really worry about this strange….emptyness he began to feel within him? Was that it? Was it emptiness? That's the best description he could call it. Something about his life felt empty… and what frustrated him more then anything else was just how he didn't have any reason to feel empty!

He had friends, he had family, he had acceptance! Why was he overcome with this sudden melancholy… a melancholy that only dissipated when he spent time with the brat. Maybe he just needed to hang out some more with Vanellope, talk to her about it. She was insightful despite her youthful appearance. She'd probably laugh at him, tell him to stop thinking so hard since it was dangerous for him.

That brought another moment of reflection to Ralph. He knew Vanellope didn't think he was stupid, she often had to explain to him how he had a habit of over analyzing things, and thinking the worse of any situation. Maybe that would be it, he'd talk to President Vanellope and she'd tell him why he was in a rut, and he'd be able to get out of it… Shake these strange feelings he was having lately.

Besides, there was the big DDR dance tournament coming up, and Vanellope was supposed to be his partner in it. They had to practice and talk strategy, there biggest opponents were going to be Felix and Calhoun… a real problem to focus on would give Ralph enough of a distraction to shake these gloomy thoughts and feelings!

Without anymore self reflection, Ralph left the mirror, stepped out of his little house, and began to stroll toward the trolley to game central station. Things were going to be fine.. he was just sure of it….. Despite the nagging feeling something horrible was going to happen…

A/N: End of Prologue. Hope you all enjoyed! Special thanks to Mother "M" for her story "Even if its wrong" and "Anything for you" for inspiration!