Thanks for the wonderful responses to my eleventh chapter! Because I appreciate and love my readers so much, here's another chapter that's sure to make you squeal. (Hopefully. :D) I'm almost afraid to say it, but I think this story is almost done! I only need a couple more chapters! Oh dear...Maybe I'll think up a sequel...What would you guys think about that?

Anyway, I hope you read and review and enjoy this chapter! And remember, I don't own Wreck It Ralph and the characters, only Lemona Lime.

Chapter 12

"How can you not know the password to get in here?"

The only other time Lemona had seen Turbo glare was when she had woken him up by throwing fudge balls at his face. The thing that made this time different was that the first time, when he'd seen that it was her, the glare had disappeared. Now, it didn't look like he had any intent in giving her a smile. They had been working at the door for a good fifteen minutes, maybe even more. Luckily, nobody had been brave enough to come close and do anything about it. The instant they had seen Turbo, they had headed for the hills, and for good reason. The glare on his face right now was enough to even make Lemona a little startled. But it was going to take more than an unpleasant frown to make her apologize or wince away from him. Instead, she was giving a sour attitude right back at him.

"Well excuse me for not knowing that I was going to need it!" she snapped back at the grumpy racer, waiting for him to punch in another code. "I thought the original plan was for me to race Vanellope, win, kick her sorry behind out of the game, and then rule the game! I didn't know we'd be changing and deleting codes!"

"If we don't get in here and delete the little glitch, there's no way she'll stay out of the way long enough for us to gain absolute power," Turbo grumbled, punching the buttons in front of him furiously. He had been doing this for so long that he wouldn't have been surprised if he was punching in the same incorrect codes over and over again. He knew he was close; he could feel it in his coding. It sounded ridiculous, but being so close to the source of his existence, it was almost as though the wires and boxes were calling to him, beckoning him closer. But he couldn't get closer without the wretched password!

Turbo could feel himself getting to the point of explosion. He felt irate, and it was showing; the red he was beginning to see was a result of furious glitches that were causing him to change from his King Candy avatar to his original Turbo avatar. Ripping his gaze away from the buttons in front of him and towards Lemona, he noticed through the red haze that there was now apprehension combined with her annoyance on her face. Suddenly he remembered that she was scared of his second form and willed himself to calm down. He needed Lemona to stay on his side. If her loyalty and trust wavered, she could very well turn against him, and then everything he'd worked so hard to get from her would be gone along with his future plans. Besides, he was looking forward to ruling the kingdom with Lemona as his princess. She reminded him of himself at a younger age.

Once he was no longer seeing red and was back in his King Candy form, he grabbed Lemona's soft hand and held it in both of his. "A thousand apologies, my sour lemon bonbon. I'm just getting a little…anxious."

"Apparently," the child grumbled under her breath, but try as she may, she just couldn't stop the look on her face from softening. "I'm sorry too. I should have tried to get the code password from Vanellope just in case our plans changed. Have you tried the old password backwards yet?"

Turbo opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, another voice interrupted him hollering, "Hold it right there!"

Lemona jumped, once again startled by who was behind her. Whirling around, she saw the accursed four characters that she was growing to truly hate. Vanellope was in her cart, the other three standing right behind her, at the ready. "Stay back," Lemona warned, jamming her hands in her pockets with the hope that she would have a little bit of black liquorice left, just in case one of them happened to touch her. Being empty handed and getting touched would be all it would take for their plan to end, and she was not about to let that happen. Luckily, there were still a couple of small pieces, so she passed a couple of them to Turbo just in case.

"We're not going to let you harm Vanellope or this game," Felix cried out in as brave a voice he could muster up. He was not as scared as he had been the first time he'd gone game-jumping, but their situation was a little intimidating for him. After all, in his game, the only things he had to worry about were ducks and bricks!

After he had spoken, Vanellope immediately followed suit, her words aimed directly at the sour girl. "Please Lemona, listen to us! You don't have to do this. We found your purpose in the game!"

"I already have a purpose," Lemona sneered, pointing at the code room. "As soon as we get this door open and fiddle with the coding, I'll be one of the rulers of Sugar Rush."

Vanellope shook her head desperately, almost pleading with her. "No, I mean we found your true purpose! When you were programmed, the adults made you a builder. You gather candy and make cart pieces with it! You're able to race, but it's not the most important thing you do. We've seen your workshop! It's incredible!"

Lemona snorted in response, flipping her cropped hair snottily, which caused the hood on her cloak to fall off of her head. "Why would I want to be a builder when I could be a princess?"

"Because that's what you were programmed to do," Vanellope's response was not what Lemona was expecting in the least. Even though she knew that she shouldn't be listening, she couldn't stop her ears from perking up slightly in interest, though she kept the curiousity hidden with a snort.

"You're never going to be fully satisfied unless you're doing what you were programmed to do," Vanellope continued, cautiously approaching Lemona, but making sure not to get too close; she didn't want a repeat of what had happened earlier. Her hazel eyes were soulful, almost as though knew what she was talking about. This was further confirmed when she next spoke. "I should know," she admitted, taking that moment to shoot daggers at Turbo, who was watching the back and forth banter in amusement. "I lived for many years without being allowed to race because somebody tried to delete my code, took my position as ruler, and then went around telling everybody that I was worthless and no good just because I was a glitch. He practically ruined my life by making it illegal for me to race, and I don't want that to happen to you!"

"I did absolutely nothing of the sort!" Now Turbo was getting into the discussion, shooting a desperate glance at Lemona. "Lemona, my sweet little cupcake, she's just lying to get you to think I'm the bad guy! Remember, she's the one who doesn't like other glitches and will do anything to keep other people from winning!"

"Don't listen to him anymore Lemona!" Making her way a few steps closer to the blonde glitch, Vanellope continued to plead, hoping that she could make her see the truth. "He's been lying to you the entire time, and the more time you spend with him, the more he'll corrupt your code! Don't you realize what he's doing to you? This is not what you're supposed to be like! What happened to the Lemona I knew only days ago?"

"That Lemona was weak," hissed Lemona, taking a couple of steps back so that the distance between her and Vanellope remained the same. The others weren't doing anything but watching, so she found herself not even bothering to look at them. She knew that Ralph would be eager to do some wrecking, Felix would be prepared to fix anything that needed to be fixed, and Calhoun would gladly shoot whatever she wanted to. But she also knew that they wouldn't want to do anything that could potentially harm her or Vanellope.

She continued to speak, keeping her entire attention focussed on Vanellope and Turbo, the only two people that really seemed to matter in this battle. "I'm not weak anymore. Now, because I'm sour, I can do whatever I want! I'm braver, and most importantly, I'm stronger!"

"You don't need to be sour to be brave and strong," Vanellope cried out. She now understood that she wasn't going to be able to get closer to Lemona, but apparently she needed some way to move to keep herself somewhat calm, so now she was wringing her hands. Salty tears were threatening to seep out of her eyes, but she was doing a very good job keeping them there as she spoke. Unfortunately, her anxiety and fear was shown by the increasing pitch her voice was acquiring. What had started out as a calm and pleading voice was now high pitched and even more desperate sounding. "Lemona, the reason you're a glitch is because your code was strong enough to hold on when the programmers decided to delete you! You were strong enough, and you were brave enough! I don't know any other video game characters who have had the courage to be able to try to do that, let alone succeed! It's no cake walk, but you did it, and you were able to survive in the Black Liquorice Forest, all the while trying to get used to your glitches by yourself! You don't need to be sour to be brave and strong and do whatever you want! You just need to be yourself! And this is not who you are!"

By the time Vanellope had finished speaking, Turbo was hollering again, trying to get Lemona to ignore her again. This was all too much for Lemona to take in so quickly; everything that she had believed was now being questioned, and the yelling, the yelling, the yelling simply wouldn't stop. Back and forth it travelled, the arguments clashing in her brain and only confusing her, giving her a headache, and making her feel dizzy. She wanted to believe Turbo, she truly did. She wanted to believe that Vanellope was a lying brat again. But everything that Vanellope was saying was making her remember every kind word and gesture Vanellope had pointed her direction. It was getting impossible for Lemona to piece together who was acting and who was telling the truth, and the stress was turning her face ghost white and her chest was aching. She was so desperate to block everything out that she was unable to stop her body from glitching over and over again. As it transformed from normal to blue static and numbers repeatedly, she grabbed her head so tightly that it looked as though she was attempting to squeeze it right off of her body. She shook it back and forth viciously, her eyes clenched so tight that wrinkles and creases were forming on her face. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" she screamed, so distraught that she wasn't even trying to use her lemon and lime themed sayings. She didn't even notice how heavily her body was beginning to sweat. The only thing she could notice was how her entire body was aching, and she was in so much distress that there was nothing she was able to do to stop it.

And then suddenly she was on the floor, gasping and finding that she couldn't catch her breath no matter how hard she tried. Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt as if it was going to burst right out of her body, and a horrific scream much like the ones she'd let out when she'd fell out of the tree emitted from her.

"Lemona!" Instantly everybody was around her, watching as she struggled to catch her breath. At first nobody was willing to touch her, as she was still glitching quite rapidly, but finally Calhoun came forward, grabbing her wrist to take her pulse. Feeling the uneven beats, she turned to her companions, the look on her face deadly serious. "She's having a heart attack. Where's the closest hospital?"

"A couple of doors down from here from Game Central Station," replied Vanellope, the panic on her face just as clear as on everybody else' face. "But Lemona's a glitch! She can't leave Sugar Rush!"

"Then I'm going to have to treat her here," Calhoun turned back to Lemona's anguished body, trying to determine what to do. "I've got a bit of nitro-glycerine and morphine somewhere in this suit, but she needs more than that. We could try Fix-It's hammer, but it'll scar her again, and I'm not even sure if it'll reach her heart. I think the best way to help her will be to get that almond rocca off of her code. It's most likely built on such a thick layer that it's getting impossible for things to travel from the wires to her code box and vice versa."

Instantly Vanellope was shoving her way past Turbo and jamming the right password for the code room door into the security system. As soon as the last correct button was pressed the door slid open with a whoosh, and Vanellope turned towards the others, not even bothering to tie the liquorice around her waist. "I can open the door, but we still don't know how to get that almond rocca off of her coding! That was the one thing we didn't have any ideas about."

"No," Ralph no longer had his eyes on Lemona or the president. He had his eyes on somebody else. "But we know somebody who does."

Suddenly he lunged and grabbed the person he'd been glaring at, wrapping his colossal hands around his body and gripping tight enough to cause the person to cry out in pain, but not hard enough to kill.

Turbo squirmed and pulled, looking almost like a guy trying to pull himself out of a manhole. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? Let me go!"

The last time Ralph had spoken so seriously had been when he'd destroyed Vanellope's racing cart. "Listen you no good, dirty, rotten worm; you are going to go in there, and fix Lemona's code or so help me, I will do worse than wreck you."

Turbo was no longer trying to escape; instead he fixed Ralph with a vicious look of absolute contempt. "No way! When I get inside that code room, I plan on getting rid of Vanellope for good and making myself the king again! And there's nothing you can do to—GACK!" Ralph's grip had tightened, and his entire face had darkened furiously.

"We are all coming with you, and you will fix Lemona's coding. If we see any funny business at all, I'll allow Sergeant Calhoun to fire her gun at you. And she never misses." As if to confirm this, Calhoun pulled out her machine gun and loaded it threateningly.

Now gulping, Turbo nodded in understanding. Satisfied, Ralph dove head-first into the code room, Vanellope and Calhoun right behind him. Felix stayed behind with Lemona. She had received some of the nitro-glycerine from Calhoun before she'd entered the code room, but it didn't seem to be helping at all. Felix clenched a walkie-talkie in his hand so that they could all keep in contact in case anything went wrong, but his entire focus was directed on the sick child, who was still glitching and shaking, but now unconscious. He couldn't believe she was going through so much pain all over again and that there was nothing he could do to help. He didn't even want to touch her.

Meanwhile, inside the code room, Ralph and the others had easily found Lemona's coding. Sure enough, the almond rocca coating had gotten thicker, even in the short amount of time since they'd last seen it. Ralph released Turbo, poised and ready to strike in case he tried to make a run for it. "Now fix her," he demanded.

But now Turbo was getting cheeky again. He picked up a strand of Lemona's coding and held it in front of him so that if Ralph or Calhoun tried to get to him, they'd damage the code as well. "And what if I don't?" he taunted, waving it in front of them all provokingly.

Before anybody had answered, Vanellope had glitched her way right in front of him, the move so sudden that it caused him to jump and release the coding again. In that amount of time, Vanellope had grabbed ahold of his jacket and was shouting in his face furiously, tears from a number of different emotions streaming down her face. "You monster," she managed to choke out, every single part of her revealing how much she truly hated Turbo. "You've been using her this entire time, haven't you? You never truly cared about her, all of those nicknames and kind actions towards her were just ploys to convince her to help you. Now she trusts you; you mean everything to her, and you're not even going to help her in her time of need? You're just going to let her die? That is so sick! Well I am NOT going to let that happen to her. Not on my watch. So when I let go of you you'd better get to work, you Jerk Face, or I'm gonna let Ralph wreck you, then I'm gonna let Calhoun shoot you up, and then I'm either gonna let you rot in the fungeon for the rest of your life, or I'm gonna throw you in a taffy pool and leave you to drown."

By the time Vanellope had released Turbo and glitched back to her friends, everybody was staring at her with mouths agape and eyes wide. Vanellope faced her friends with what little of a smile she could muster, and then whipped her head around to face Turbo. "Well? What are you waiting for, Bubble Gum Butt?"

At the sound of her voice, Turbo instantly grabbed a wire. He started by tapping, but eventually he was performing a number of different actions to the wires and code box. Nobody had any idea what he was really doing, but they all hoped that their threats had made it so that he wouldn't even consider doing anything bad to Lemona's code. Time passed by excruciatingly slow, and every second Vanellope, Ralph, and Calhoun feared that they would be one second too late. The walkie-talkies never got used; nobody wanted to be the bearer of bad news or receive it from Felix's side of the door.

Finally, just when nobody was willing to take it anymore, Turbo tapped the code box one final time and there was an earth-shattering crack. Calhoun instantly reacted by holding up her gun, and Vanellope leaped up into Ralph's arms, where he held her secure. All watched as one small crack in the almond rocca led to a number of cracks coming out from each other. The sound almost reminded Vanellope of popcorn, but for Ralph, it was just like the sound of the breaking Mentos as he had pounded on the top of Diet Cola Mountain, praying that he could create the beacon that would save Vanellope's game.

Finally the almond rocca stopped cracking and there was a loud explosion as the shards flew in multiple directions, causing everybody to turn away in the hopes of protecting themselves. When the dust had finally cleared and no more was falling, they all turned back to see Lemona's code. While it no longer was covered in almond rocca, it was not strong like the rest of the games coding. Ralph shot a glare at Turbo, who held up his hands in defense. "That's the best I could do, honestly! I could get rid of the sugary stuff, but the rest of the coding that would have been there to make it like everything else vanished when the programmers tried to delete her. There's no way to get it back. But she should be back to normal now."

Hoping and praying, Ralph grabbed the walkie-talkie from Calhoun and shouted urgently in it. "Felix? How is Lemona?"

For a moment there was nothing but static, and Ralph feared that they would get no response. But then there was the sound of a button being pressed, and Felix's voice rang clear and true from the other side.

"She's awake, Brother."

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