A/N: Buenas tardes (or dias, depending on where you are!) Here is the next part of my epic tale – yeah, right! Again, my writing time has been sadly limited and this was the best I could manage this week, so my apologies for the lack of physical action in this chapter. Thank you so much for all my reviews – they mean a lot to me.

Emmz: Depends how many people insult her! Ha ha :D and I agree with you in terms of Felix – he can't help being completely adorable!

Anyhow, here goes nothing…

-WIR-

Wheeeeeeeeeeeet Wheeeeeeer!

That shrill high pitched sound sailed through the air, weaving its way through a mass of colourful characters, until it fell upon the ears of its desired recipient. Any other gaming character may have been flattered or even pleasantly surprised by such a gesture, but the person targeted by this flirtatious noise wore the expression of utter disgust, rather than girlish glee. In fact, one could even go as far as say that the glare given by this person in response to the irritating noise, might as well have said "Drop Dead"! by the manner in which it was directed. With a trained battle ear, it took all of three seconds for the victim to locate the culprit behind the heinous whistle and send a glowering scowl in their direction. Under that intense stare, it only took the briefest of moments for the vulgar admirer to realise he had audibly trifled with the wrong woman.

In all fairness to him, he had never laid eyes on such a vision of pure unadulterated loveliness before and was blissfully unaware that this beauty queen had already been snatched up by another lucky guy. Of course, when one could obviously see that she was seated with her lover, his meagre attempt at gaining her attention just seemed all the more desperate. However, he did not know who he had tried to deal with and as he stood trying to evade the fierce look she was using to punish him for his impudence, he realised he had stumbled upon a profound truth.

He would never try to dally with Sergeant Tamora Jean Fix It again.

The blonde bombshell continued to bombard the impertinent young man with menacing dagger like glares, watching as he shrunk under her gaze. Highly irate, she did not cease staring intently at the odious root of her frustrations, mumbling some inaudible curse words to herself. She knew she had the power to cripple a man's ego with one of killer looks and that was exactly what she intended to do in this situation. Having taken several individuals down a peg or two this evening, she wasn't afraid to add another to her list. But before she had chance to visually dismember the fellow across the room, she felt a familiar warmth surge through her code. Averting her gaze from the insolent philanderer, she turned to face the cause of this cosy feeling.

Yet again, it was her ever grounded comforter.

Once again, she admitted defeat to those welcoming digits, which had come to rest o'er her own and allowed her unintelligible ranting's to come to an end. Felix began to rub each one of her slender fingers, massaging them gently. She juddered with a renewed sense of tranquillity, as he eagerly raised her hand to his lips, planting a small kiss atop those fingers he loved so well.

"It's ok Tams… Just ignore him…He just recognises a beautiful woman when he sees one…"

He continued to murmur soothing and reassuring words to her, as an attempt to quench the fire of her pernicious rage. He knew that after a hard day of eliminating mutant insects, tolerating cowering co -workers and fighting through desolate wasteland, his wife would often return home like a tightly coiled spring, fit to burst at any moment and as her devoted husband, it was his job to help her unwind after such trauma. However, the events of the evening were definitely making his job harder than normal and naturally, Felix felt that everything was conspiring against them. What was supposed to be a romantic celebratory dinner was turning into a disaster date – in his opinion. They had already been waiting almost half an hour for their dinners, put up with insulting members of staff and now to top it off, some inebriated twit actually had the nerve to whistle at Tamora. Could things possibly get any worse?

He carried on crooning, trying to calm her down. Despite being a half of her size, Felix was highly protective of his wife and often experienced pangs of jealously when he happened to catch another fellow attempting to flirt with her. It came as no surprise to him that some would risk having their teeth knocked out just to make eye contact with the attractive commander – to him, she was simply perfection amplified. Frequently, he had been forced to heal injuries inflicted by the stern sergeant on account of someone overstepping the line. Over the year they had been together, Felix had learnt that it was best to quell his jealous feelings quickly and instead channel his energies into ensuring his wife didn't make anyone game over – for good.

Tamora blinked a few times, before releasing a small sigh. Glancing down into the worried countenance of her partner, she stretched a somewhat artificial smile across her lips. Truth be told, she was fed up – well and truly fed up. Putting on a performance for those young humans during gaming hours was one thing, but having to continue the façade in her private life… there was only so much the poor woman could take in one day and she had just about reached her limits. So when some random, obviously intoxicated stranger started to whistle at her, it just about put the icing on the cake.

She was trying her best to hide her dinner date dismay from Felix – the last thing she wanted was for him to witness her disappointment. As fearless and courageous a leader she was during game play, she couldn't bear the thought of upsetting her little handyman. He had gone through so much trouble just to secure these blasted dinner reservations. Running a thoughtful hand through her blonde bangs, she started musing to herself.

"Perhaps I'm over reacting… maybe things aren't as bad as they seem…Felix seems happy enough…mind you, he's nearly always got that great big goofy smile plastered across his face… Gah! How is physically possible to be that adorable?..."

She was brought quite suddenly out of her reverie, by a low pitched growling sound. By sheer instinct, the startled sergeant immediately began to scrutinise the room, searching for the origins of the mysterious noise.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

This time those deep reverberations seemed louder and closer than before, and as the fair haired commander was still trying to deduce the source of those somewhat muffled grumblings, she happened to make eye contact with her husband, who was shifting sheepishly round in his seat. It didn't take long for the quick thinking sergeant to put both the embarrassed handyman and the stifled groans together. Biting her lip, she tried to subdue a small chuckle as she realised her own stupidity.

It was Felix's stomach.

GRRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWW!

The uncomfortable looking handyman patted his tummy self-consciously, as if attempting to physically dampen its angry rumblings. However, it seemed like his little eight-bit organ had a mind of its own, thus it refused to quieten down. Tamora was trying her best to supress her school girl giggles, as she watched her mortified mate trying to cover up his stomachs incessant mumblings. Discomfited, his cheeks were growing redder by the second and Tamora shook her head in knowing disbelief. It was such a trifling matter, but only Felix would make such a mountain out of a molehill – mind you, in fairness to him, that molehill was sounding more like a volcano on the verge of erupting!

With a face the same shade as a beetroot, Felix finally decided to make a comment with regards to his disconcerting problem.

"Golly Tammy…I'm so sorry. It's just… the last player I had today was determined to complete each round, without me eating any pies…. and then….I didn't want to spoil my appetite for this evening… and – and… I think I'm experiencing the side effects!"

Obviously very flustered, the little handyman babbled uncontrollably whilst trying to excuse his impatient stomach. He would have continued his long winded apology, were it not for his military missus laying a finger across his lips. Gazing up into her sparkling cerulean eyes, he relaxed and stopped jabbering, having recognised her silencing techniques. Still smirking, Tamora replied to the concerned superintendent.

"No need to apologise for being hungry Fix it"

She laid extra emphasis on that one word, so that any members of staff that happened to be within earshot, would witness her dissatisfaction with their services. Felix winced, knowing full well why she had chosen to highlight that particular lexis. Tamora scanned the area, hoping at any moment a dim-witted assistant would suddenly emerge out of nowhere with their dinners. Heck, she was starving and it continued to baffle her how Felix's intestinal mumblings had managed to supersede her own. Clutching her abdomen, she attempted to hush her own griping gut –nonetheless, this proved a most ineffectual method. Grimacing internally, she felt those resounding grumblings deep within her code. After her emergency parameter check, she barely had time to get dressed, let alone grab a quick snack and given the number of times she had actually worn this type of attire, dressing took a lot longer than she had anticipated. Crossing her legs and leaning her elbows on her table, she tried to take her mind off that horrible hollow sensation down below. Between them, they had already polished off the basket of crispy white rolls and were now eagerly awaiting their main course. The bread had only served to take the edge off their hunger and by now, she was simply ravenous. She even tried imagining how good it would finally be, to tuck into that succulent, medium rare, tenderised cut of steak. But as to be expected, this only increased her voracious cravings tenfold.

Felix knew it wasn't doing either of them any good to sit and dwell on their famished feelings, so he resolved to think of a distraction for them. Racking his brains, he endeavoured to search for a subject which could provide them with a lively conversation. However, this was proving to be more difficult than first thought – especially when Tamora decided to embed another concern into his already over aught mind.

"I'm sure looking forward to getting back to a nice, tidy organised home – my men could really take a leaf out of your book. Maybe then we wouldn't have to do so many emergency Cybug clean up sessions."

It was all Felix could do to stop himself choking on an ill-timed mouthful of water. There was another problem he had forgotten to add to the equation. In all the excitement, he had overlooked one minor, but significant detail.

He had left a bumbling wrecker and a hyped up candy whirlwind to clean up the mess, they themselves had caused!

As he was struggling to rid his air passages of their recent aquatic intrusion, frightening images were being conjured up before his eyes – visions of the clumsy wrecker accidently destroying their fine china collection and the miniature President knocking various precarious items off the shelf with an elongated feather duster. It was any wonder the frazzled handyman didn't break down there and then!

Tamora began patting Felix on the back, hoping to put a stop to his choking. But unbeknownst to the high ranking commander, his physical gagging was only half of the problem – for these imaginary hallucinations had already began to plague the fraught Felix. The whole episode actually worked in Felix's favour, for choking provided him with the perfect opportunity to avoid answering his wife. Taking a deep breath, he at last became master of his mentality once again and could get rid of his choking cover. He had resolved not to tell Tamora that he had left his two best friends in charge of cleaning their home – instead, he simply hoped that the pair would be gone by the time they returned and that they might actually have got rid of the worst of the mess. After all, it was mainly the living areas they had wreaked their untidy havoc. Felix had left the bedroom in a pristine condition, having spent so much time perfecting his appearance in there. If he had only known about Vanellope's recent escapades in that room, he undoubtedly wouldn't have been able to sit quite as calmly as he was now.

Tamora began to rub soothing circles across his back.

"You alright pintsize?"

Clearing his formerly clogged throat, he feigned a small smile.

"Just *cough* dandy Ma'm"

He hated concealing his true concerns from her, but he figured from the way their evening had so far played out, the last thing she wanted to know was that the fate of their house was in the enormous hands of a wrecker and his feisty little assistant. The two did not bode well together.

Just then, he had a brainwave. Quite frankly, he wondered why the thought hadn't occurred to him before. Probably because he already knew what the answer to his question was going to be. At least he thought he did…

"Oh well… What have I got to lose?"

Straightening up, he decided to pursue the answer, although he was pretty much counting on a negative response. Rising from his chair, he stooped down low and placed a chivalrous kiss upon his wife's dainty gloved hand. Tamora looked slightly taken aback for a moment, before she suddenly cottoned on to what he was about to ask her. Gazing earnestly into her mystified face, he at last found the courage and the words to present his supplication. Somewhat timidly, he put forward his petition.

"M'lady, would you honour me with a dance?"

-WIR-

A/N: Aren't cliffhangers just awesome? I guess you will just have to stick with me if you want to find out whether Tamora agrees to dance or if they ever get their dinner… Dun dun dun!

Again, sorry it wasn't very exciting… but I did think Felix with a rumbly tummy was kinda cute :)

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