OH MY GOSH guys. I have like, the most exciting news to tell you about this story.

So I was doing some research about one of the things that's going to come up in this story, and I found a song. It's by Muse, and it's called "Stockholm Syndrome." I swear, THIS IS TURBO AND LEMONA'S SONG! There were so many times when I was listening and reading the lyrics and I was like, "OH MY GOSH, THIS SUITS THEM," or "THIS IS LYRICAL GOLD!" It's apparantly supposed to all be written from an abductor's perspective, but there were a couple of times when I thought that the lyrics would be coming from Lemona and not Turbo.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE check out this song! Even if you haven't checked out the other ones I've mentioned, you definitely need to check this one out. I swear, it's perfect! You may not think so when you listen to it, but you can always tell me when you leave a review! Please leave me a review! I know this chapter's a little short, but things are definitely gonna start to change from this point on.

Also, Lemona's perspective on her child near the end of this chapter is inspired by the song, "Miracle" by Shinedown. This also seems to fit in my mind, but it's not as exciting as the song I mentioned above, lol.

I DON'T OWN WRECK-IT-RALPH, THE CHARACTERS IN THAT MOVIE, OR THE SONGS I MENTION. THE ONLY PERSON I OWN IS LEMONA LIME, MY OC. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE CHAPTER GUYS! REMEMBER TO REVIEW!

Chapter 7

"When a nine year old girl lives in a racing game with no programmed bad guy and candy literally everywhere she looks, the only things she should have to worry about are losing a race and getting a tummy ache from eating too much."

Lemona already had much more than that to worry about, and now she had just discovered that something else had decided to add itself to her ever-growing list.

A child. She was going to have a child. And it wasn't just any child; it was his child. His heir and his lineage. The idea was more than terrifying in her eyes, and as she stared at Turbo with those fear-filled eyes, she didn't know what to do.

Turbo still hadn't moved his eyes from Lemona's stomach, but he finally spoke again, wonder glowing in his tone. "A child." Hearing the word spoken aloud made it even more real, and as Lemona sat frozen, stiff with horror, she realized that she couldn't deny it. There was no way this could be a mistake or a dream. She was pregnant; she was going to have a child.

"But I don't want to have a child," Lemona's brain was desperate to be heard, screaming, "especially not Turbo's child! I'm barely a child myself; this shouldn't be happening!" Unfortunately, Turbo did not have the power to read minds, and so he heard none of what was being shouted.

The possibilities of the things a child with Turbo's genetic material could do were endless, and every single one of the ideas Lemona thought of were not good, to say the very least. She did not want to be the one responsible for bringing that sort of evil into the world. But Turbo seemed to be thrilled by the idea, pulling Lemona up onto her feet again and engulfing her in his arms. His lips crushed against hers passionately, and Lemona tried to pull away, not sharing his thrill. It was something that was going to happen whether she liked it or not, but it was not something to be celebrated. But Turbo's grip was too tight, and so she stood there, stuck, waiting for him to release her.

When Turbo finally did pull his lips off of Lemona's for air, he took a step back, as though he were about to start examining Lemona from top to bottom, but this did not happen. Instead he just stood in front of her with his arms still wrapped around her. His rapturous smile had returned and was directed right at Lemona's face. "Hoo hoo! I don't believe this!" he exclaimed, his obvious excitement bringing out the lisp in his speech. "I'm going to be a father! I'll have someone to teach how to race and to rule the kingdom if something ever happens to us!" It was clear his mind was working at a million miles per second as he released his grip on Lemona and turned on his heel, already thinking of the thousands of things that needed to be done to prepare. "We'll have to find some bigger clothes for you soon; that nightgown won't be much good for long! And then there's the whole matter of designing a nursery once we get into the castle. The color should be something neutral, not salmon, although I suppose if we don't have enough time to paint before he or she comes along it'll have to do until we can make time. And speaking of he or she, what about names? Turbo Junior for a boy of course, but what about for a girl? There's no good way of turning 'Turbo' into a feminine name. What do you think Lemona?"

When his queen-to-be didn't respond, he immediately spun around again, finally making note of the queasy and horrified glance on her face. "Oh, feeling nervous?" Chuckling in his low, dark tone, he came up to Lemona again and grabbed her face by the cheeks, pinching them playfully and at the same time mockingly. They began to sting as Turbo began shaking them with that same playful tone when he spoke. "It'll be alright my little lemon square. I'll take care of you. I've always taken care of you."

Lemona wasn't sure if it was because of her mood swing or something else, but she suddenly found herself responding, the words she spoke producing a bitter taste in her mouth. "What do you mean, 'take care of me'? You've never taken care of me."

At that moment, Turbo finally understood just how much Lemona hated him. And he realized that if he was going to make her change her feelings towards him, he was going to have to do the one thing he was good at other than racing. He was going to have to lie.

Keeping his grip on Lemona's face strong, he began to speak slowly and menacingly. "Listen up and listen well you little glitch. I am perfectly happy with the idea of ruling with a queen and a little prince or princess. But the fact of the matter is that I don't need you or a kid. Now that I understand what is going on, I'll tolerate the mood swings for now. But know this: if you so much as set a toe out of line, I have absolutely no problem killing you and that precious gift of life inside of you."

The ever-growing terror inside of Lemona made itself even clearer as she felt the color in her face drain until she sure that it was a marshmallow shade of white. Her stomach lurched suddenly, and if there had been anything in her stomach, it would have ended up on the floor, something that was becoming a common occurrence for her.

"Surely Turbo isn't cruel enough to murder a baby?" Even thinking about it was evil, but as Lemona stared wide-eyed at Turbo, the expression on his face clarified what she already knew: he was cruel enough.

Suddenly Lemona felt something inside of her that she'd never felt before. It felt fierce and instinctive, but it was not the desire to attack. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But why was the need to keep herself safe so strong now, after eight weeks of trying to protect herself?

Lemona's hands seemed to take on a life of their own, and as they curled themselves around her bloated stomach she realized that it was not a desire to protect herself that she felt. It was a desire to protect another: the child inside of her, even though it was Turbo's. It was so strong, that as she stared at Turbo she made the ultimate decision: she would not allow the baby to die; she would do anything it took to ensure that she kept it safe just as she had been trying to keep herself safe. Except now she could take absolutely no risks. So with a heart filled with determination, she nodded once in agreement.

Pleased by what he accomplished, Turbo let go of her face, gave her one last kiss, and then skipped down one of the cavern's tunnels, rambling to himself about all of the things that would need to be figured out and all of the planning that would have to occur.

Lemona now stood alone feeling positively stunned. Just a few moments ago she had been dead set against having the child. Why was she now so concerned about keeping it safe? The answer was unknown to her. The only idea she had was that life truly was precious, and she didn't want to be the cause behind destroying something so beautiful. But she had a gut feeling that there was something else, that the instinct was something that came with the fact that she was a woman and a soon-to-be mother.

A mother. She was going to be a mother. The idea was still almost inconceivable, but now it sounded miraculous as well. Lemona had never had a mother figure of her own before, just like all of the other Sugar Rush racers, so she was a little bit concerned about not knowing what to do. But as she thought about it, an idea came to her: if the instinct to keep her child safe had come to her, perhaps the rest of what it took to perform this incredible duty would come just as easily.

It was then that Lemona realized, that even though the child inside of her was Turbo's he or she didn't have to grow up and become like Turbo. Children weren't born good or bad; they were taught. And both mothers and fathers carried the responsibility of doing the teaching. While Lemona had to admit that she was no angel, she knew more about being good and sweet than Turbo did. So perhaps when the child was born, teaching the child all she knew would be one of those duties she picked up.

Now that was a risky idea, and as soon as she'd thought it, Lemona tried to shove it out of her mind. Yet even as she tried pushing, the idea pushed right back until Lemona finally gave up and allowed it to linger in a very tiny portion of her brain. Turbo would not approve; without a doubt he would not approve. So for now, Lemona would not consider it. Instead, she would focus on what was the most important, which was keeping herself and the little one growing inside of her as safe as they could be. Escape was no longer an option. The only thing Lemona could do was figure out how to make Turbo happy.

Maybe by doing so, she would find a way to relieve herself of the stress of her current situation and make herself happy again as well.

Looking down at her stomach, Lemona felt a warm smile curl on her face. "Maybe you're the miracle who's going to make my life better," she whispered lovingly.

There was no response, but as Lemona made her way over to the sponge cake mattress and lay down so that she could go back to sleep, she had the feeling that if her little miracle could hear her, it would be smiling too.

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