A/N: Wreck-It Ronda: Chapter 2.

Summary: 'Partner's in Crime' takes on a new meaning as Ronda's explorations of the station and other games leaves Ralph with more on his plate than he had as a bad guy.

A week long ban from Sugar Rush wasn't so bad- It wasn't like it was Ronda or Ralph's fault for blowing up the main castle, after all... Or destroying the main track. Or any of the other horrible things that had a strongly worded letter addressed to Vanellope and the president of the game finally agreeing that the ban on Wreck-It's was best until everyone calmed down. Nope. Wasn't like that at all.

"Cool it, dad. Its only for a week." Ronda snorted, waltzing off to her game. "Give you more time to hang out with me and meet everyone."

"I don't need to cool it- I'm already calm." Ralph half-lied. "I'm just going to go to Tappers and drink my weight in 'forget-everything' juice like I always do."

"It was Vanellope's idea to use the hammer anyhow, so it wasn't entirely my fault." The younger wrecker reminded him.

"I'm not saying it was just your idea." Ralph replied, his patience growing thing with his 'tech-child'. His face was still hot from embarrassment from the whole ordeal. The smug look on Sour Bill's face as things fell apart was something he would have burned behind his eyelids for years to come. "I'm just saying that YOU TWO DID JUST AS MUCH, IF NOT MORE DAMAGE THAN A CI-BUG ATTACK!"

"Oh golly, please tell me you're joking!"

Ralph's eyes darted behind him. Unsurprisingly, he found Fix-It Felix and Tammy standing behind him, both seemingly just leaving the Fix-It Felix Jr game. What he did find surprising was the newcomer between them- who even more surprisingly looked like the perfect cross between the two. Tall and slender, with dirty blonde hair and a repairman's uniform that was just missing a 'Dork' name tag...

"Don't tell me there is another teenager in this Game Station, or I will literally throw up." Ralph groaned under his breath.

"F.3! You finally went outside!" Ronda exclaimed, shoving passed the couple and tackle hugging the boy. "You little introvert! I was getting worried you'd never come outside!"

Felix Jr and Ralph momentarily exchanged concerned glances, and it made the wrecker feel a little more calm for real, knowing that there was someone in his corner in this scary, new situation. Felix then switched up his expression, seemingly in an attempt to silently ask for an explanation/introduction. Ralph heaved a heavy sigh, and took a step closer to the group. He only planned on explaining this once.

"Felix, Tamora- Meet Wreck-It Ronda. My tech-daughter." Ralph began, taking a moment to clear his throat. "And in case you didn't know, this lovely dork being straggled to death by Ronda's attempt at a hug is your tech-son. Fix-It Felix III, or F.3, I guess... Thats about where the train derails."

"Its really nice to meet you officially, sir." Felix III tried to say, but Ralph brushed him off quickly and turned back to his familiar friend.

"We figured as much- Ralph, what in the name of the everything good did you two do in Sugar Rush!?" Felix exclaimed. "I've seen a Cy-bug attack and if its worse-"

"The kids decided to do some wrecking and literally destroyed half the place." Ralph cut in. "Its just a week long ban while they fix the place up, and Vanellope is on good terms with us again, so its fine."

"That bad-?" Felix muttered, "Could I help them in anyway? I've got my hammer- Same as F.3. I'm sure we could get Sugar Rush up and running again in no time-"

The group all but jumped when a Surge Protector suddenly appear amidst them. In his hands, he held a very familiar piece of parchment. It was the exact same one that Ralph had been presented with before he had left Sugar Rush and one that both he and his child had signed before they were banned.

"In the words of Sour Bill, because President Vanellope didn't want to say it herself, "All members of Fix-It Felix Jr and Wreck-It Ronda are to stay away from Sugar Rush for the period of one week or be placed on game arrest. Once placed on game arrest, an ankle bracelet will be administered to track the location of the icon in question... " The Surge Protector droned. "In Mr. Wreck-It's case, 4 ankle bracelets will be administered and simply strung together, as we do not have one that would fit."

"Why the heck are we banned?" Tammy growled, "And why can't my boys help out?"

"The citizens of Sugar Rush agreed that it would teach a better lesson if all members were punished." The Surge Protector said, his monotoned voice almost sounding firm as he began to fade back to his assigned station. "Also we thought it would be funny. Have a nice day, ma'am."

"Well... That really stinks, but now you know why." Ralph sighed, rocking on the balls of his feet. "I was just gonna hit Tappers and wait things out if anyone wanted to join me."

"Oooh! Can we come with, dad?" Ronda squeaked, pulling F.3 up by his shirt collar and wrapping a strong arm around his neck. "Please?"

"No. You're too young and I need to have a dad to dad talk with Felix... Junior, not the new guy." Copying his daughter, the older Wreck-It grabbed his smaller friend by his shirt collar and heading off towards the bar. He had the strong feeling that they BOTH needed a drink or 16 to make sense of things.

"Fine. F.3 and I will just explore on our own-"

"Oh, heck no!" Ralph exclaimed, whirling back around quickly, "After the stunt you pulled, I don't trust you two, so we need someone to watch you-"

"Leave it to me, Wreck-It." Tammy cut in, wrapping an arm around either of the children's necks and pulling them close to her. "I think Hero's Duty is the perfect place for them to be if they wanna destroy some shit."

"N-not really." F.3 piped up, though he was already being dragged away. "I don't condone wrecking as a behavior."

Ralph almost felt sorry for the kid, but that was quickly forgotten in favor of Tappers. A week without his best friend and a week with his self-destructive kid was just two sides of the same horrible coin. He was going to need quite the pick-me up to get through it.

"I'M GONNA WRECK-IT!" He heard come from Hero's Duty...

And he could already feel the rapidly forming migraine pulsing at his temples, one that not even 16 pints could fix.