A/N: Goodness! I didn't realise a week had almost flown by. Well, I suppose it happens. Any way, here's the next chapter. Turb-y is still out, bless, but rambling in his sleep. More bless. I pretty much wanted the twins to have abit more spotlight, so here we go. Not entirely happy with it, but the mind of still writing this is baffling. Enjoy, any way.

The following characters does not belong to me. All characters belong to the creators of Wreck-It Ralph; Walt Disney.


Expectant thoughts were still stirring in the twins and Vanellope's mind, even while they slept away that night, and especially when they awoke, Jack and Russel had high hopes that Vanellope would come bursting through the door and telling them with such glee that Turbo was awake. Sadly, the act was not brought forth with news that the racer was awake.

Instead, a dismayed Vanellope entered the room. The look of depression within her blood shot eyes told the twins that Turbo still remained out cold. "Good morning, you two." She uttered.

"Morning, Vanellope," Jack spoke up.

"I guess... you didn't sleep well." Russel continued.

"No." Vanellope concluded, shaking her head lightly. "I kept waking up to even the sound of Turbo's breathing."

"Well, it's ok to be on high alert during this little predicament." Jack spoke on.

"Yeah. I'm sure sure we would be that way if we were to hang over him." said Russel.

Vanellope could only nod her head in agreement. "Any way... is there anything you would like for breakfast?" the young girl asked the twins who looked at each in thought.

"Well, probably something that isn't a confectionery."

"I agree," said Jack. "That's all we could ever sink our teeth in to over the past month."

"How does some pancakes sound?" Vanellope asked suggestively. "It's pretty much all Turbo stuck to as well."

"Yes, please." the twins said in unison.

"Did you get that, Sour Bill?" Vanellope called out.

The small, lime-green cough drop appeared around the corner of the open door. "Yes, Miss." He spoke in his monotone voice. "Would the twins like a drink with them?" He asked directly to Jack and Russel.

"No, thank you." they both answered in sync.

Sour Bill merely hummed in reply and made his way out on to the corridor as Vanellope made her way up to twins.

"Did you two sleep ok last night?" The young girl asked as she sat on the edge of the bed. Russel fixed his gaze down to the floor.

"Not entirely," Jack answered. "We have mainly been concerned ever since we saw what Turbo did and heard your explanation to the racers."

"Yeah. I understand that all too well." Vanellope uttered in a soft voice. "I'm sure he will come round soon."

"He... came round on our first visit." Russel muttered under his breath. "Why did he have to pass out?" He then continued in a shaky voice.

"He woke up?" Vanellope gasped softly. "Did he say anything?" She asked.

"Well, he did figure that he was hallucinating, he had to ask if we were real," Jack began his reply.

"But when he believed his eyes weren't deceiving him, he told us you were assisting him with a glitch." Russel concluded, still keeping his head down.

"I see." Vanellope sighed softly. "I guess I just missed him been conscious."

It was then Russel shifted his golden eyes before he allowed his gaze to look up at Vanellope. "Are you ok?" the young girl asked.

"I will be once I can apologise to Turbo." Russel replied.

Vanellope furrowed her brow with slight confusion. Noticing her look of bewilderment, Jack spoke up, "Russel and Turbo were often at each others throats," the twin began as he set a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. "And over the years, he has realised how he's mistreated Turbo and knowing what our brother has done something dangerous and is still in peril... Well, I guess you can figure out the rest."

"Yeah. I can see why now." Vanellope murmured.

It was then a light knock was tapped against the door which was slowly pushed open. "Miss Vanellope?" that familiar monotone voice spoke aloud.

"Come in, Sour Bill." Vanellope called out.

The cough drop assistant made his way in to the room, holding a tray with two plates of a couple slices of pancakes. "For you, the twins." Sour Bill murmured as he set the tray down between the twins.

"Thank you." the elder racers said with gratitude to Sour Bill who merely hummed in response. "Would you still like for me to keep an eye on Turbo, Miss?" the cough drop asked Vanellope.

"Yes, Sour Bill," the girl replied. "Call me even if he moves a finger or a toe." Sour Bill then bowed slightly before he took his leave. "Well, have what you can, guys." Vanellope then spoke up as she gestured to the plates.

The twins uttered a "Thank you" before they began to tuck in to their own batch of pancakes. Once they were finished, Vanellope looked ready to give the twins a questionnaire. Or at least begin one with quite an expectation of certain answers for each one she had in mind ready to pop.

"So when exactly did you come in to Sugar Rush?" the young girl asked.

"It was just about the second day of last month." Russel answered.

"We don't like to impose, but with it been a racing game, we felt rather welcome." Jack continued.

"And, like we told Turbo when he regained consciousness, we did try to make a casual appearance..."

"Which wasn't exactly easy to do to say we've come in to your game and have taken a liking to stay." Jack concluded.

"Well, don't worry about it, guys." said Vanellope. "We pretty much had to stay together all the time just in-case he fancied giving in to do the unthinkable again."

"Yeah. We over heard about that from the other racers." Jack mumbled. "To think that he went too far again to gain attention by hacking this game and became hell-bent on killing those who tried to stop him... It's horrifying."

"And rather unimaginable." Russel spoke up.

"Did he ever try to alter Turbo-Time?" asked Vanellope.

"No. He never fancied taking the risk of inflicting possible damage to his own game." Jack replied.

"Well, that's really one way on putting it mildly," said Russel, "He was always wishing our graphics would sparkle in hope to catch the gamers eyes so that he could earn his bizarre thrill of attention."

"That sure does sound like him." Vanellope chuckled weakly. "He did alter alot of things here in Sugar Rush. Thankfully my reset cleared up most things that weren't at all recognizable to the gamers but they sure were a reminder of him."

The twins hummed in response to the young girl. Before either of the twins could utter a word, the sound tapping echoed along the corridor. They stared at the door, waiting for who or what was hurrying along down the corridor. It was then within the blink of an eye, Sour Bill was now standing at the entrance of the bedroom.

"Miss Vanellope, it's Turbo!" the cough drop exclaimed.

"Really? A hundred percent sure, Bill?" Vanellope questioned her assistant.

"Yes, Miss. He started mumbling from what I could make out your name." Sour Bill answered.

Vanellope and the twins shared each other a look before they all jumped to their feet in perfect sync and made a mad dash past Sour Bill, and a sharp turn to their right as they raced in to the next bedroom and skidded to a halt by Turbo's bedside.

The said now semi-conscious racer was groaning away before he had begun muttering under his breath.

"Turbo, can you hear me?" Vanellope spoke to the racer as she took a gentle hold of his hand. His fingers coiled around her chibi, stubby hand before the grip relaxed and his four digits began to twitch atop of Vanellope's open palm.

"G... G - Glitch," Turbo stammered in a hoarse tone. "Help m - me get... Where are y - y - you?"

"Turbo," Russel spoke up, "You have to wake up."

"Come on, Turbo," Jack then whispered to his brother as he took hold of the racer's free hand. "We've missed you." Jack then grasped Russel's hand to also take hold of Turbo's hand that he held.

However, Turbo seemed to go slack once more. Tearing up the young and elder racers high hopes in to minuscule pieces. As they shared each other a look of disappointment, Turbo suddenly grasped their hands, earning yelps of pain to the vice-like grip that was likeable to break the bones of their appendages.

"A... A void l - like the chamber," Turbo continued to utter, "I... near - almost there..." and there once more, which the racers did hope so to be spared from the pain, Turbo's grip was flimsy and remained supported in the trios hands.

Vanellope looked up at Jack and Russel with a puzzled expression. She wasn't at all surprised that they had the same look of confusion upon their features. "Almost there?" Vanellope then echoed the now unconscious racer's words. "What do you think he means by that?"

"If his reset is complete," Russel began as he relinquished his throbbing hand that he rubbed self-consciously, "then he's probably, and hopefully, hinting that he'll soon come round."

"But how would he know?" Jack questioned as he also set to soothe his aching appendage. "He must have just been dreaming."

"Right now I'm just wishing that he came round fully awake." said Vanellope as she sat herself on to the edge of the bed.

"... Yeah," Russel whispered, "We do, too." He also sat himself down as did his twin. "But if he's talking and moving then that's a sure sign that he is doing well."

All three racers sighed disheartened. The simplest of murmurs and movements surely did bring about excitement. But now that Turbo had slipped back in to unconsciousness, the predicament of the situation was now likely to become a vigil.

The trio kept an anxious gaze upon Turbo while also remaining in an eerie silence that the next guest to domain the room. At times hazel eyes would glint with melancholy that seemed to reflect back from the pair of golden eyes of the twins.

They didn't speak for they felt the need not to, and even if they could, the only thing that would flow out would be a shaky exhaled breath or a despondent sigh. Within time, Vanellope had curled herself up in to a ball as she nuzzled at Turbo's side, crying softly while Jack and Russel, who now sat cross-legged and resting against each others shoulder could only stare mournfully at their brother.

"Jack," Russel said in a husky tone. His twin hummed in reply. "This position is making my shoulder ache. Mind if you leaned against something else?"

"Sure, but let me help you with the pain so it won't dawdle upon you." Jack then shifted further back against the hardened toffee frame of the bed. He then placed his hands on to Russel's upper back and began to apply gentle pressure before the racer's shoulder blades, earning a soft grunt from his twin.

"Thanks, Jack." He whispered.

"No problem, Russel. You just try to relax." Jack murmured as he strummed his fingers upon his brother's back like a professional.

As Jack continued to hopefully subdue the aches within Russel's muscles, Vanellope had ceased her soft crying. She pushed herself up sit on her legs and looked down at Turbo's unconscious form sorrowfully.

The young girl then looked up at the twins, she then chuckled softly which earned her a surprised look from both twins.

"What is it, Vanellope?" Russel asked.

"Well, when I just noticed what Jack was doing to you, it just reminded me of the first time I rubbed Turbo's back after he fell off my cart." Vanellope replied as she smiled nervously at the twins who stared back at the girl with amazement.

"He actually allowed you to do that to him?" Jack exclaimed softly.

"Well, yeah." said Vanellope as she raised a brow. "I did it just to shut him up from his constant moaning he did that day."

"Oh, that's understandable, it really is." said Russel.

"It's just a surprise," Jack continued, "because there was this one time Turbo was played by an inexperienced gamer. He got hurt quite bad that he almost forced himself to have full control of the game-play"

"And when the arcade finally closed, Turbo barely walk to the house, and since he was the one for moaning we insisted on aiding him." Russel uttered.

"In the end, once he pointed out where he ached the most, which was back, we tried to give him abit of a rub, but he started flapping around like a seal."

"Sure earned us abit of bruising. So we're just glad you didn't get hurt... Did you, Vanellope?" Russel asked.

"Nope." Vanellope shook her head lightly. "He just asked me why I was doing it so I simply said it was to keep him quiet, and soon enough, he was asleep."

"Well, you're very lucky." said Jack as he finished up his massage on his brother. "See if that helps you for now, Russel."

"Thanks once again, Jack." Russel uttered as he rolled his shoulders and laid himself down on his side.

"I wonder if he can hear us at all." said Jack as he sat himself by Turbo's feet.

"It could be possible." Russel said with a shrug. "But I wonder if he's in a prolonged dream or if he just sees nothing but darkness."

"Well, I sure hope he is having a dream," Vanellope muttered. "It must be really dull to see nothing but darkness for four days."

"Let's hope so, but he'll likely be dreaming about racing." Jack chuckled softly.

"I'm sure he dreams about every night," said Russel, "and the nightmare would be him losing to one of us or some other racer."

Jack and Russel laughed softly while Vanellope merely giggled nervously. "I wonder what time it is." She then mumbled as she jumped to her feet and hurried on over to the tall, crimson curtains which she pulled back slightly to peer out the window and gaze up at the in-world clock that hung high in the sky.

Vanellope's hazel eyes widened to the time which the clock read. She then drew the curtains and hurried back to the twins on the bed.

"You look horrified, Vanellope, what's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Oh. Well, I didn't mean for that impression," said Vanellope, "but time sure has flown before us. It's nearing up to midnight."

"Really?" Russel quizzed as he gasped softly.

"Go have a look if you like. But now that it's that time, we should really get some sleep."

"We believe you, Vanellope." said Jack.

"And perhaps you're right." Russel continued.

"I sure am." Vanellope said with a warm smile. "If Turbo wakes up, it could be during early hours. So it's best to rest up just in-case."

Jack and Russel couldn't agree more. However, as reluctant as they were to yet again leave their brother's bedside, the little reassurance from Vanellope that she would once again remain with Turbo did ease their concern. But both knew that despite Turbo was safe, the worrying thoughts would cross their mind would bring on a sleepless night.

All Jack and Russel could do was try to force the negativity away and put the positive hope for their brother to wake up tomorrow in its position. The same going for Vanellope who had once again succumbed to those stinging tears that pricked her hazel eyes to send her to sleep, wishing for the day to hurry along but with a conscious Turbo.


Psst! New chapter tomorrow!