A/N: So, first off, I am so sorry it took me a while to get this up and that it's so short! Chapter 3 is going to be action packed, and I couldn't put much in Chapter 2 without giving things away. I've got everything planned out, it's just the getting it written down that I'm having trouble with. You know, finding time to write and all that. Also, I'm sorry if I sort of disappoint with this chapter as well. I know it's not much, but it's leading up to some really good stuff. Now secondly, I would like to thank everyone that reviewed! I believe I messaged all users and thanked them. But of course I can't message those without accounts, so thanks to gaby and Muha as well for your reviews! I hope you all stick with this, and don't worry. My goal is to have Chapter 3 up on the 7th. Enjoy!
Brad was pacing around his room in the barracks, sporting an ice pack over his bruised chin. But the bruise was hardly the problem. His ego has been smashed to pieces. She and that little brat had made him look weak. He couldn't believe it. How could she do that to him, and in front of everyone in Tappers? He sat down on his bed. He'd get her back for this, but he'd make sure to take care of the little handyman first. No one made a fool of Brad Scott and got away with it.
Calhoun stalked through Game Central Station, her mind racing. The old Brad would've taken that punch like a man and apologized like one too. But this Brad, he was unpredictable. She wondered what floodgates she might have just opened, both on herself and possibly Fix-It too. Oh damn it, Fix-It! She swore in her mind, stopping and turning.
Sure enough there he was some few yards back, struggling to get through the sea of characters making their way to their own destinations. He was running so fast, in fact, that he ended up slamming right into Calhoun's legs and falling back before he could stop himself. Calhoun couldn't help but smile. "Going too fast for ya, short stack?"
He grinned sheepishly as he hopped back up on his feet. "Err, just a little bit ma'am."
She laughed. "Alright. I'll slow down." As their strides finally matched, they continued their trek to Felix's game.
He was silent for most of the trip, until his game came into view and he sighed. "So, I guess this is goodbye then."
"Who said that? Maybe I wanna see you again."
She tried to keep a straight face as he gazed up at her, bewildered. "You do?"
"Well, I said maybe." She knelt and pulled him into a hug. "Which means yes." She whispered this into his ear before releasing him.
She stood and turned to leave when she felt him tug on her pant leg. "Wait ma'am…" His voice was cracking. She smiled. "You never told me your name."
"Sergeant Tamora Calhoun." She said this in a low voice, her eyes scanning the crowds to make sure Felix was the only one who had heard. "You can call me Calhoun, for now."
"Yes ma'am!" He glanced over at the entrance of his game when his voice was called and smiled up at her. "So, see you later?"
"You bet. I'll stop by after work hours tomorrow. Good night, Fix-It."
"And a good night to you too, ma'am!" He said cheerily before hopping off to his game.
Calhoun watched him for a moment, and then turned to head back to her own game. There was more than a little bit of a chance that she would run into Brad on her way to her barracks. However, she wasn't worried. If he dared to show his face and try to start trouble she'd give him a shiner to match that bruised jaw of his, no problem.