Hello everyone, and welcome to Chapter 2! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and will like this one as well. I hope everyone fancies the chapters' length too, because for the first time ever I have decided to set a minimum word count for each chapter. Don't get all worried though, it's not just filler. It's romance,murder, ransom notes and kidnappings! *laughs evilly* Just a heads up, there are a few more references to our good 'ole pal, Master Chief and his game Halo, as well as some puns involving the game Portal. Don't worry though, you don't have to know anything about either game in order to understand what's going on in the story. Don't forget to review, and send some feedback; Good,bad, or indifferent, it all helps the story build. Although, indifferent doesn't really do much...Anyhoo, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any parts of Wreck-It Ralph, Halo, or Portal (although, who wouldn't want to own a part of those franchises?)


Felix sat curled up in his wife's lap sobbing, "I just don't understand."

Tamora rubbed soothing circles on his back. "You can't fix everything Felix." She whispered comfortingly, " That hammer was meant to be able to repair objects, not bring people back to life. I's a miracle it can repair wounds."

"I know," Felix sniffled, "that's not what I'm having such a hard time understanding. I know his code was too far gone for me to be able to do anything, I knew that was a possibility long before I even tried to save him, but...who would do such a thing?"

Tamora sighed heavily, "It was probably one of the bad guys from his game. Master Chief did say that the Green Goblin disappeared right after it was confirmed that Parker was dead."

"No Tammy, that can't be it. Not all bad guys are bad when the arcade closes, Ralph taught me that. Besides, when I talked to Ms. Watson, she made it sound as if her fiance and the missing villain were friends once the arcade closed. She said something about the three of them all heading on over to Tapper's to celebrate a successful day of work."

"Well, then I don't know Felix. People are crazy. Maybe he accidentally walked through a Pac-Man Ghost, or ran into one of Mario's flower power fire balls or something. It may appear that he was murdered, but maybe it was just an accident."

Felix sat up right and shook his head violently, "No ma'am! There is definitely something fishy about this whole scenario; I can feel it in my gut!"

Tamora rolled her eyes, "Felix, don't worry about it. I know you are the good guy, and all you want to do is help, but this isn't your battle."

Felix crossed his arms and huffed, "I'm not so sure I can do that ma'am. Experience has taught me to trust my gut, and that is what I am going to do. I am going to use every resource available to find information that can help me help those poor characters over in 'Spider Man 3' who are going to be unplugged. They have a whole city in there that needs to be evacuated!"

"I know your gut is telling you to help those people, but mine is telling me to keep you from getting involved! Stay out of this, and that's an order Soldier!" Tamora shouted.

Felix wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and hopped off his wife's lap. He placed his hands on his hips, and pouted like a small child, "No." He stated defiantly. This took more courage than he had ever had to muster up before. Even taking on cy-bugs while they destroyed 'Sugar Rush' took less courage than it did to tell his wife "No."

Tamora was taken aback; She was not use to people telling her no and defying direct orders. Her cheeks flushed with anger.

Felix, seeing how cross his wife had become by his childish outburst, decided it was best to take a step back and explain. "What...what I'm trying to say is..." He stuttered, loosing his courage "I refuse to let things be, until I know more about what is going on."

Tamora raised her eyebrow at him, and thought for a moment. Felix was a very determined individual, especially when he felt there was some small way he could do something to help. He wasn't going to back off, and he defiantly wasn't going to just forget about this either. He would be up day and night for the next three weeks with the gears in his brain turning. If he wanted to find out more about what was going on, then nothing was going to stop him.

Tamora crossed one leg over the other, and sat up tall. Felix knew what this meant. She had done the same thing when they got into their argument over weather or not Felix was going to leave his game and move into hers. They had bantered back and forth for over a week; Felix was too afraid to move into one of the barracks, and she didn't want all the socializing that came with living in the penthouse. This was the exact same way she sat on his couch the day they decided it would be best for both of them if they moved into one of the more secluded homes that he and Ralph had built together off screen in his game. This was her compromising pose.

"Okay Fix-It," She took a deep breath " You are determined to find a way you can help the folks who lost their hero, and I'm determined to keep you safe, which I guess puts us at an impasse."

Felix raised his eyebrows, "So what do you suggest we do?"

"Well..." she clasped her hands together in her lap, "I was going to suggest that instead of letting you run 'hickely picklely' all over, game hopping trying to find out more about what is going on, I was going to go. I mean, let's face it pint-size, I am a lot less breakable than you are, and people are more intimidated by me than you. I can get information more efficiently and the killer is less likely to come after for me for snooping. More likely than not they know my reputation."

"Well Tammy, I don't know. I mean now that you bring up the whole killer coming after you thing..."

"Felix, I highly doubt it's even a killer. I just said that because I know that's what you think."

"But Master Chief said..."

"Master Chief has a record of jumping to conclusion and blowing things out of porportion."

Felix sighed, "Well...I guess, but I have a condition too."

Tamora raised one eyebrow "Oh, and what would that be?"

"You take Markowski with you."

The Sargent was taken aback by her husband's response. "What?"

"Tammy, I don't want you hurt. You may think you are invincible, but you are not. If you go snooping for information, and the killer finds out, there could very well be trouble, and I don't want you facing it alone. Since you don't want me going with you because I'm not as tough and intimidating to fit the qualifications of being less fragile, I want you to take someone with you that can protect you."

She blinked in astonishment, "Wow Fix-It, I didn't know you felt that way. Most people assume I can take care of myself, and wouldn't worry about me like that."

Felix climbed up into his wife's lap and caressed her cheek, "Tammy, I love you, that's why I married you. As your husband, it is my duty, no my privilege to worry about you."

Her eyes sparkled and her heart filled with happiness. She leaned down and passionately kissed him. When she pulled away, he was blushing deeply with the "honey glows."

The next morning Tamora awoke early. She quietly climbed out of bed, and pulled the covers up to Felix's chin. He moaned a little and rolled over onto his side. Tamora couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he was when he was sleeping. She left the room and walked down stairs into the kitchen and made herself breakfast. While her bagel was toasting and her tea was brewing in the kettle, she decided to call Markowski and ask him to tag along on her little adventure later that day. She grabbed the scrap of paper off the fridge with his number on it and dialed. It rang only once before before he answered.

"Markowski residents, Dave speaking." Came a gruff yet polite voice.

"Good morning soldier."

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone for a moment and Tamora smiled bemused.

"Sarge...?" Markowski asked in surprise.

"Well, who else could it be! I highly doubt you know any other woman with a voice as deep and gruff as mine."

More silence.

"Are you there soldier?! I order you to answer me!"

"Um.."The voice stuttered "Good morning Sarge, uh...what can I help you with."

"Well, I have a request..."

"A request?"

"Yes, a request. You know, the kind of thing you can refuse if you want; Although, if you do refuse, you had better not get use to it!"

"Um, yes ma'am! Uh, what is it you want to ask of me?" He was still in shock from the out of the blue call from his superior.

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me on a little field trip later today."

"Um, Sarge, if you are trying to get me to go out on a date with you or something, you know I'm happily married and quite frankly so are you." Markowski whispered quickly.

Tamora's mouth flung open in disbelief, and she smacked her forehead with her palm. "What?" She shouted angrily into the phone, "I know I'm a little rough around the edges, but what kind of woman do you think I am?!" She rubbed her temple with her phone-free hand, and growled in frustration, "Look princess, I have to do some research that may land me into some trouble if I'm not careful. I know it's summer vacation, and that's why I originally planned to go alone; However, Felix threw a tantrum and demanded that I take someone with. You are the best soldier I have Markowski, and that's why I'm enlisting your help. If you don't want to come that's fine! I'll ask Master Chief if he can take a break from his computer girlfriend over in 'Portal' and her cakes full of lies. Although, if you do come, I will gladly pay you for the time you took out of your vacation to help your boss. Don't do it just for the money though soldier, I don't want you to regret not spending time with your family or something. I may be rude,loud and demanding, but I'm not heartless. So, do you want to accompany me to Liberty City, or not?"

" Aye Aye Sarge!"

"Good, now meet me at the Grand Theft Auto Four platform at fourteen hundred hours, and not a second later. Wear civilian clothes but keep a concealed weapon with you, I hear they allow that there."

"Yes Ma'am." Unknown to the Sargent, he saluted the phone.

"Dismissed!" Tamora shouted into the receiver, and hung up the phone. Just then the kettle started to scream, and water started to bubble out of the lid. At the same time, smoke started to come pouring out of the toaster. "Oh fantastic." She grumbled. She stalked over to the stove and flipped off the burner. Before she had the chance to grab a dishtowel to clean up all the hot water that had spilled over the sides of the kettle, the smoke coming out of the toaster became thicker. The smoke detector just outside the kitchen doorway started to go off, and the Sargent became instantly annoyed.

"Oh can it!" She growled as she picked up the toaster and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million tiny pieces upon impact with wall. An extremely burnt bagel dropped to the floor with a thud. Tamora tried to pick it up, but it burnt her hand and caused her to instantly drop it again. Frustrated, she dropped to the floor and placed her head in her hands.

"Just breathe Tamora, before you break anything else. Take Ralph's advice for once."

"Rough morning honey?" yawned a concerned yet sleepy voice from the kitchen doorway.

Tamora lifted her head out of her hands to find her husband standing in the kitchen doorway in his blue pinstriped, button up pajamas. His usually tidy hair was as untamed as the Amazon rainforest, and his face was still flushed from sleep. In his left hand was his magic golden hammer.

Tamora frowned at him apologetic, "I didn't wake you up did I?"

"Well.." He yawned, "Not directly. It was the smoke alarm that woke me up."

"Sorry about that." She mumbled as she picked herself up off the floor.

"You didn't intentionally light the news paper on fire again, did you?"

"No...the toaster sort of...exploded."

"Oh..." He rubbed his eyes sleepily, "And by exploded, you mean it burnt your bagel into a hockey puck again, and you threw it against the wall..."

"..." She grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the bits and bobs that was now their toaster, "Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

Felix walked over and grabbed the dustpan full of toaster bits, "No sweetie, I don't really need any caffeine today, but I could go for a bowl of cereal." He tapped the toaster bits with his hammer, and placed the repaired item back on the counter.

Tamora pulled out the box of Felix's favorite cereal and placed it on the table with the carton of milk, two bowls and two spoons. Any normal day she would have refused to touch any of Felix's sugarcoated marshmallow mess he called breakfast, but considering she was too frustrated to try and toast another bagel, she decided she could choke it down.

Felix finished wiping up the water on the stove, and took his seat at the table, "So besides the toaster exploding again, how has your morning been?"

Tamora poured some milk into her cereal, "A roller coaster of 'what has this world come to.'" she growled.

Felix looked up at her with his big sad eyes, "Oh golly, that sounds awful. What happened?"

She swallowed her mouthful of too sweet, cavity causing fluff, "I called Markowski to ask him to tag along on the little investigation that we agreed I would do for you, and he thought I was hitting on him."

Felix was taken aback, "What?"

"That good for nothing princess can be so thick sometimes."

"Well...I hope you cleared things up with him..."

"Oh I cleared things up alright."

"And..." Felix prompted hopefully. He wanted to know so badly if Markowski had agreed to go with her. He knew if he had refused, the Tamora would go alone, just to keep him from running off and snooping for himself.

"And he agreed to come with. We are meeting at the 'Grand Theft Auto Four' tram platform at two o'clock this afternoon."

"Oh fantastic, I'm so happy he could come. Someone has got to keep you safe and out of trouble Tammy, and Dave is such a nice guy..." He took a bite of his cereal, and then froze. It scraped his throat on the way down as what his wife had just said sunk in, "wait, why Grand Theft Auto? That game is ever so dangerous Tammy!" He threw his tiny arms up into the air.

"Because Fix-It," she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair. "It's common knowledge that the Liberty City police force knows all the gossip. If anyone knows anything about what happened to Peter Parker, then they have heard it."

"Oh, but Tammy 'Grand Theft Auto' is such a violent game." , he pleaded,

"And mine isn't?"

Felix opened his mouth to protest.

"Yeah, Yeah, I know..." Tamora cut in before he could say anything, "The whole If you die outside your game you don't regenerate thing. I'm aware of that Felix. Look, I am a trained military officer, who will be carrying a concealed fire arm with me. You don't need to get your panties all in a bunch, short-stack. Besides, I'll be with Markowski. What's the worst that can happen?"