Johnny Turbo or anything associated with him does not belong to me in any way. Honestly? I'm not mourning that.

A/N: Ever heard of Johnny Turbo? – No? I'm not surprised. As superheroes go, he's not exactly of Superman fame, but he does exist outside my imagination. I discovered him only a month ago, but his promotional comic apparently ran in a lot of magazines in the early nineties. I suggest that any potential readers checks out his story over at Sardius' website before starting with my fic. It gets less confusing that way. ;)

Anywho, the genius behind that site mentioned that he had yet to discover any fanfiction devoted to our Feka bashing hero. Being the deranged soul that I am, I decided to write some Johnny Turbo fanfiction. So, let our hero and his devoted sidekick take the stage. There will be love and laughter (not so sure about the last part though) as Johnny takes on the evil FEKA corporation. End of A/N.

That Arcade Feel

Jonathan Brandstetter was a man in his prime. He was a fulltime computer expert by day, and the defender of all things good by night. …All things good, you ask? Well, at least a defender of the Turbo Duo and its share of the console market. But that's good, right?

His mission in life was to spread the word about Turbo Duo and its awesome intenseness, and to warn the kiddies about the evil robots at the FEKA Corporation. Just ordinary heroic stuff. As any good hero he had a special super-hero alias: Johnny Turbo.

The life of a hero can be lonesome, but not for our Jonathan. He had a lover and friend who was always there for him. He had Tony to thank for a lot. The man was an absolute angel. His angel. They had met years ago, while they were still both in college. It had been love at first sight, at least for Jonathan. It had taken him some time to win the shy Tony's heart, but ever since they had shared that first kiss, there was no turning back for either of them. Now they shared an apartment, a bed, and a life.

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So, how did this great American hero's career start? What made him take the bold decision of devoting his life to fighting evils? The truth was that he had an apparition. One night he had a dream. Not just any dream, oh no. This dream had been intense. A disembodied voice had spoken to him, claiming that he was destined to slaughter the competition for Turbo Duo. Jonathan had been afraid and haunted by doubt, but as days went by with FEKA making larger and larger profits, he had made his decision. He, Jonathan Brandstetter, was going to embrace his destiny. And thus, Johnny Turbo was born. So far only in theory, but as soon as he would get himself a nice super hero getup, Johnny Turbo would step out into the real world.

Unfortunately, Jonathan had never learnt how to design and make clothes. He would be needing help, and there was only one person in the whole wide world that he trusted enough to ask. Tony. Always the devoted husband, Tony hadn't laughed at him or gotten him committed, no Tony did nothing like that. He just listened intently as Jonathan told him about his dream, and agreed that yes, this was Jonathans destiny. He even promised to make him the costume. Jonathan had been so happy, and that night they had made sweet, sweet love together.

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Jonathan watched Tony as he, dressed in the cute little bowtie that Jonathan had got for him on his last birthday, dusted the shelve of Turbo Duo games. The collection of games was Jonathans pride and joy, and it contained such amazing titles as Gate of Thunder, Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective (on CD!) and Lords of Thunder. No one was allowed near that shelve besides him, and when he'd been a really good boy – Tony.

That was the case today. Tony had earned to lay hand on the most intense collection of games ever to be released. He had done such an amazing job making the Turbo-suit that Jonathan couldn't deny him anything. Oh, it was a work of art all right. The jumpsuit was of an enticing shade of forest green, the gloves and boots were of ruby red rubber and looked gorgeous together with the yellow bandoleer and tool belt. The belt buckle, designed to make the FEKA goons tremble with fear, and the trendy baseball cap made him stand out, but the piece de la resistance was a pair of sassy goggles. Jonathan almost giggled in glee when he thought of the costume. Oh yes, Johnny Turbo would make his grand entrance tonight, leading the way towards a FEKA-free future.

Night fell over the city, and Jonathan made the transformation from computer expert to super hero. He kissed Tony goodbye and tenderly wiped off his tears with his hand, letting it linger on Tony's cheek for an extra second before he bolted out of their apartment. Poor Tony, so sensitive and worried over Jonathan's well-being. It wasn't necessary, it really wasn't.

The FEKA goons were standing in a dark street corner harassing innocent bystanders when Johnny Turbo made his grand entrance. He struck the pose that he had been practising on in front of the bathroom mirror and it just felt so righ. This was his destiny, and no evil communist robots could take that away from him.

The End?

A/N: Okay, I freaked myself out with some parts of this story, but if the plot bunny will leave me alone it will have been worth it. I hope that the rating is high enough. If it isn't let me know and I'll have it changed.