A/N: This isn't a completely original idea, I know. But I have yet to see the concept of Brad coming back as a complete jerk. So, hopefully I don't disappoint with this story! Also, this happens in such a way that the movie events never happened. Calhoun and Felix meet in a different way. So don't expect to see much of Ralph or Vanellope in this story. Sorry. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Wreck-It Ralph characters, names or settings. All belong to Disney.

Chapter 1

Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun had been one of the happiest women in the world when the expansion pack was added to Hero's Duty, regenerating her long lost love Brad Scott. Until she realized how cruel the programmers had been.

As if it wasn't enough that she had lost Brad, this newly regenerated man was nothing like the one existent in her memories. He was cold, callous, and rude. He seemed to take pleasure in others pain. He was nothing like the kind, gentle man she remembered.

And tonight, at Tappers, he was acting even less like the Brad Scott she thought she knew. He was sitting with a group of bad guys, knocking back root beers and laughing away. Calhoun was appalled by his grievous behavior. Multiple times she'd approached, roaring at him to pay her some mind, to listen. The ease with which he shrugged her off unnerved her. No one had ever been so rude to her before, and it left her fuming.

So she sat in the corner at Tappers now, content to stew until he eventually got off his lazy ass to get back to their game. It was natural for her to ignore the patrons around her, and so at first she failed to notice a certain handyman hunched nearby, watching her.

Finally her senses alerted her to prying eyes, and she looked over at him, surprised when their gaze locked. Neither could look away, as though some unknown force held their eyes in place. After what seemed like a slow eternity, the handyman hopped down from his stool, carrying with him an extra jug of root beer. He stopped in front of her, flashing a shy smile upward. "Err, hello ma'am. You look a little lonely. Want some company?"

Calhoun glanced over at Brad. Of course the dolt hadn't noticed this newfound attention being placed on her. "You know what? That sounds wonderful." She finally told the tiny man after a moment. He hopped up onto the stool beside her, handing her his extra root beer.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in here before, ma'am."

She shrugged. "Not my favorite place to be. I'm just here with someone."

He frowned. "Pardon me for saying so, but you're sitting here alone." She glared at him, and unsurprisingly he seemed to shrink under her hard gaze. "M-my ap-pologies ma'am. I didn't mean anything b-by it."

She sighed, losing her ferocity. "Forget it short stack. I'm not upset."

He shifted his hat on his head and managed a slight smile. "You seemed upset before I came over ma'am. Would you like to talk about it?"

She looked at him, confused. "Why do you care?"

The question seemed to confuse him. "I, err, well. A lady in distress just doesn't sit well with me I suppose."

She smiled softly. "I'm not so sure I'm in distress, short stack. Perhaps a little put out. Ah, I don't know." She sighed, resting her head on her hand. "How about you, huh? Why are you alone here tonight?"

He frowned. "I always come here alone. I guess I don't have very many friends. Though it could seem like I do to other people."

She straightened. "What game are you from, anyway?"

He chuckled. "Fix-It Felix Jr. That's my name as well." He added quietly.

She smiled. "Cute. Fits you, I think."

"You think I'm cute?" His cheeks suddenly flushed a terribly dark shade of red and he smiled widely. "Thank you ma'am. You're, you're dynamite yourself."

She smiled and chuckled as well. "You're not like most of the fella's I run across, Fix-It. I like you."

His cheeks couldn't go any redder if they had wanted to. "Oh ma'am, you've given me the honeyglow's something awful."

She laughed. "Honeyglow's? What are those?"

"Oh, it's kind of hard to explain ma'am. It's a good thing though."

"I'll take your word for it, short stack."

It took only a moment for her to notice that the boisterous laughter the corner had dissipated, and that Brad was stalking over with a less than friendly look plastered on his handsome face. "Hey, little guy! Are you talking to my lady?"

Felix turned and rapidly began to look very nervous. He hopped down from the stool, standing up straight. "Err, yes. We were just sharing a laugh."

Brad stopped only a foot away from the handyman and snatched him up by his collar, causing Calhoun to rise to her feet. "You shouldn't be sharing anything with her, you little brat." Brad sneered in his face.

"There is no harm in spending some time with a lady, sir! I've done nothing wrong!"

Brad suddenly smiled and pulled his fist back, punching the man in the face before dropping him to the ground. "I'd say there's some harm now, huh shorty?"

Calhoun didn't waste a second. She had clocked Brad right in his jaw before kneeling beside Felix. "You alright?"

He flashed a smile riddled with missing teeth before removing a hammer from the belt on his hip. He tapped his face with it and it soon returned to its regular adorable look. "Just fine, ma'am. Not to worry."

She stood, glaring at Brad as he shakily came back to his feet. "What the hell was that for Tammy?"

She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and jerked him forward. "I don't give a damn about our programming, Scott. You and I, we're no good together. I'm done with this relationship, and I'm done with you."

She leaned down and helped Felix to his feet. "Come on, short stack. Let's blow this joint." The handyman seemed to have no qualms with following her out, leaving a very shocked and bruised Brad Scott behind.