A little treat for you guys that like my "Turbosie" couple, as I like to call them. Collection of one-shots that can range from the uber-fluffy to the really sad. The setting for each piece can variate from the '80s days to post-trilogy days (when they're married) to AU's. Hopefully y'all enjoy, I know several of you loved these two together when I was working on the trilogy. I rated it T to be safe, not all of them will require that rating though.

Safe

Setting: Fix-It Felix, Jr.; Post-trilogy, sometime in early 2013

Theme: Hurt/Comfort

xoxoxo

"Hold still!"

Rosie was fighting the dark shadow off the best she could but strangely she had lost her ability to defend herself. Her legs and arms felt as though weights had been attached to them and that's when she realized that handcuffs had materialized from thin air around her wrists and ankles. She found herself pushed to the floor, her attacker hovering over her with a malicious look in his eyes, the only thing she could see of him. Fear overwhelmed her senses when the figure's identity slowly made itself known to her.

No, not again! This couldn't be happening again! He was rumored to be dead, how could he be here now?

"Ch-champ?" she called out fearfully, hoping wherever he was he'd hear her. "Cha-amp!"

"Your precious husband isn't here to protect you," Officer Bob sneered down evilly at her as his hands reached down for his pants zipper. "Now...let's have some fun."

The cheerleader closed her eyes and shook her head, attempting to wake up from this nightmare, and trying to scoot herself as far away from the deranged policeman as much as she could.

"Go away, leave me alone!" she was screaming in an embarrassingly shrill voice. "Don't touch me anymore!"

"Rosie?"

The voice saying her name sounded farther away than Bob's did. The handcuffs were off her now almost as magically as they had appeared and she started throwing her hands and feet up to fight, coming into contact with somebody hovering over her. Whoever it was, they were trying to keep her from hitting them and forcing her hands back down. Panic ensued in her and she fought harder.

"Get off me! Stop touching me, GET OFF!"

"ROSIE!"

She popped her eyes open, sweat dripping off her brow and her hair sticking to her, and looked up at the glowing eyes that were peering down at her from above, full of concern. Turbo had been trying to hold her hands down against her chest to keep her from hitting him while he woke her up but he released her once she awoke. Breathing heavily, Rosie finally got her senses back and realized she was in the safety of her bedroom, in her and Turbo's house nestled in East Niceland.

"Honey, you had a nightmare," her husband was telling her calmly, placing a cool hand over her clammy forehead. "It's okay, it's over now."

Turbo was horrified when she burst into tears, crying heavily and trembling like she had the death of cold. She kept trying to say something but all that was coming out was more sobbing gasps and whines.

I can't talk...I can't TALK! Rosie thought wildly and that only made her anxiety worsen, her hands losing all feeling in them and her heart beating like an out-of-control jackhammer in her chest.

"Hey, hey, calm down, don't fall apart on me," Turbo told her, shifting himself so he could pick her up off of her back and sit her sideways in his lap, letting her head relax against his chest. He started rocking her slowly like that with one hand around her waist to hold her up and the other petting her head in a soothing fashion.

The swaying motion and the comforting feel of being safe eventually allowed Rosie to relax, still crying but not quite as tense or panicked anymore. The dream however had been vividly real and she couldn't quite shake it out of her. She curled her arms up to her chest self-consciously and tried to take slow deep breaths while Turbo kept shushing her gently.

"I..I...I th-thought B-bo-ob came ba-a-ck," she finally stammered out when she regained the ability to speak then buried her tear-soaked face into her husband's chest. "A-and you weren't the-ere."

Turbo felt a flash of anger at the memory of what the policeman had done to her several months ago, but it didn't last long. Nothing could really be done about it since the man hadn't even been seen anywhere around the arcade since that fight that broke out in Dance Dance Revolution. It was a rumored that he was dead and the racer certainly hoped that was the case, even if he didn't say it out loud.

He wrapped his arms around his wife to hug her closer to him. "He can't hurt you anymore, sweetheart. I wouldn't let him anyway. I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here. You're safe."

Rosie sniffled a little, reaching a hand up to wipe at her face then snuggling her head up more against him.

"I-I'm sorry I woke you up," she apologized quietly.

He smiled slightly and kissed the top of her head. "Pretty girls are always worth waking up for. You want me to get you some water?"

She was thirsty but the prospect of being alone made her antsy, even though there was no danger inside her own bedroom. Her dry throat demanded attention, however, so she reluctantly nodded in the affirmative. Turbo gave her a small squeeze and informed he'd be right back before slipping off the side of the bed and heading out towards the kitchen. The sudden quiet and sense of loneliness eased back into her, her eyes darting about the room and hugging herself to keep calm. Finally, Turbo returned and sat down by her, handing her the cool glass. She was shaking too bad to keep a grip on the glass though, so he took it back from her before she spilled it.

"Relax," he whispered, holding her chin steady while he helped her take a few sips.

Rosie pushed his hand away when she'd had enough, taking a few deep breaths, and he leaned over to put the glass on the nightstand that was on her side of the bed in case she needed it later.

"Is it okay if you just...hold me for a while?"

Turbo's smile widened a bit, and he wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her back into his lap.

"That's more than okay with me, love."

She closed her eyes and let herself relax to the sound of his heart beating next to her ear and the feel of his hand rubbing her back comfortingly. The remnants of the nightmare gradually began to fade away and she focused on calming down.

"You're the best, baby," she told him in a tired voice, a small yawn escaping from her.

He smiled softly and gave her a kiss on the side of her head. "You make me that way."

Her eyelids grew heavier the longer she laid like that in his arms, her breathing going into a slow deep pattern and she eventually drifted off again, this time peacefully. Once he was sure she was asleep, Turbo yawned too and gently reclined them both back into a laying position, keeping her curled up against his chest while he laid partially on his back. He could feel her heart beating slower as she slept, the rhythm of it making him nod off as well.

They stayed like that all through the night.