There are no words to fully express how sorry I am for how late this is. I know that part of it was the fact that I am busy, but another part of it, a part I dislike, was that for a while, I really wasn't into it. I'm sure all you writers out there know how it is; if you've got no motivation, no drive, you just don't want to do it. But I finally figured, you guys have waited long enough. So here it is. I can't guarantee when Chapter 11 is going to come, so here's a fair warning for you guys: it may be a long wait. So be prepared. I'm sorry to have to make you guys wait, but there are other things in my life that have to be considered more important than this story. So I hope you understand.

But that's enough about me and this sad news. I'm sure you all want to get start reading, so I'll say the disclaimer, and you can begin! Please remember to review so I know what you think; that part is very important to me.

I don't own Wreck-It Ralph and the characters from the movie. I only own Lemona Lime, and her baby, who has not been named in this story as of yet. (But does have a name, I assure you!)

Chapter 10

It took an agonizingly long time for Turbo and Lemona to sneak to the castle, as they had to constantly be on the look out for anybody who would see them. The fact that Lemona was pregnant and weak also came into effect. When the castle finally came into view, Lemona felt like she could collapse, but she kept herself firmly upright with all of her withering strength. At that moment, she wished her baby had been born so it could see the marvellous home she and Turbo had found for it. "It's right in front of us Baby," she murmured under her breath. "It'll be all ours in just a matter of moments."

Turbo heard her whispered words and he suddenly faced her with a scowl. "It would already be ours right now if you'd gone faster," he hissed, his tone of voice entirely different from what Lemona had been expecting. The darkness in it was easily recognizable, and it made Lemona remember all the times Turbo had hurt her in the past eight to nine months. Instantly she assumed he was going to hurt her again and slightly flinched away, turning her body slightly and keeping her arms around her extended belly. She would take any punishment she deserved, but she still refused to allow him to harm their child.

Thankfully, no blows were delivered. Instead, after glowering at her for a long moment, Turbo regained his composure and gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Oh well. At least we made it here without getting caught. Now, how shall we get inside?"

Entering the castle was going to be another problem. With Vanellope knowing that Turbo was out of the fungeon and free to roam, Lemona could see she had tightened the security at every known entrance.

Wanting to make sure Turbo stayed happy with her, Lemona knew that she was going to have to help him come up with a way for them to get past the guards. And in order to do that, she was going to have to unleash her sour side at least a little bit.

"There must be guards at every known entrance," she mumbled, rubbing her stomach and chin in thought. "There wouldn't happen to be a hidden way in that Vanellope doesn't know about, would there? How did you get out of the fungeon?"

Upon hearing her question, Turbo's face lit up. It was clear he had remembered something important. "That's it! Follow me!"

Obediently, Lemona crept behind him. Both of them kept hidden the best they could, staying behind whatever objects they came across so that nobody would notice them. There were a couple of times where Lemona found herself holding her breath out of fear that they'd been caught, but surprisingly, nobody ever noticed them. It was as thought the two of them were invisible or simply did not exist.

Finally they were at the back of the castle hidden in a thick forest of trees. Turbo began inspecting the lower branches, sometimes pulling on them and then looking as though he was expecting something to happen. "It's gotta be around here somewhere," he mumbled to himself.

Curiously, Lemona observed him. "What are you looking for?" Her lower back and sides suddenly tightened uncomfortably, and she let out a gasp, but Turbo didn't notice. Simply dismissing it as one of the many uncomfortable consequences of being pregnant, Lemona didn't bother to mention it, and just continued to wince as the pain continued.

"It's here; I KNOW it's here," Turbo continued to mumble, so deep in thought that he hadn't even heard Lemona's question. Suddenly one of the branches he pulled made a sound that was almost like the sound of a door that needed to be oiled being opened, and an actual door swung open from the trunk of the tree the branch had come from. It had been cleverly disguised, and Lemona was shocked. To think, if she'd been walking alone in the forest and seen the tree, she would have dismissed it as simply that, a tree. "Where does that lead?" she found herself asking, her voice coming out with a little bit more difficulty than usual due to her pain.

"It's the hidden escape route," explained Turbo. "I had it built when I first came into power just in case I needed to escape for some reason. It's not even in the castle's blueprints, so there's no way Vanellope could know it exists. If I remember correctly, it should lead us right into the fungeon. Then it should be easy to get to the hallway that leads to the code room, as all of the guards have been positioned out here. Unless the little cavity's installed some sort of security system, it should be a sugar snap to get to the door. Then it'll all be a matter of figuring out the door's code."

The escape route was pitch black, so Lemona kept a tight grip on Turbo's hand as they went through, knowing that he had done this before. Though the ability to see through the black soon came to Lemona, there really was nothing to see other than walls and the path that was always ahead of them. The tunnel was quite long, but they managed to enter the fungeon just as Turbo had predicted with what Lemona thought was pretty good time. She could see snapped chains lying in pieces on the floor beneath her and she shuddered, remembering all the times she'd seen Turbo locked up in this miserable place. Though its name declared the space to be a 'fun' dungeon, Lemona knew that that was a cruel misnomer. There was nothing fun about imprisonment.

Once they slipped out of the cell and up the stairs, they were officially inside the castle. The entire place was eerily quiet, and when they finally snuck into the hallway that lead to where the coding was all held, Lemona was certain that there was something wrong. There hadn't even been anybody inside the throne room where the curtain that hid the hallway was located.

Because she was pregnant and weaker than usual, Turbo shoved her towards the door so that she could work at getting it open, while he stood in front of her protectively, eyes peeled for anybody entering the hallway. Minutes went by, and Lemona tried to shrug her feelings away, but finally she just couldn't keep them to herself any longer.

"Turbo? Something's wrong."

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong!"

"But…This is too easy," protested Lemona, continuing to try different codes as she spoke. "There are no guards around the door, no alarms. There's not even any security cameras!"

"No, but there is the rightful President of this game."

The words hadn't come from Turbo's mouth; the tone of voice was far too feminine to be him. Even though she hadn't heard the voice in months, Lemona knew instantly who it was, and with a sudden chill running up her aching back, she stopped herself from fully turning around. Instead, she slightly tilted her body so that she could somewhat see what was going on behind her, but nobody could catch a glimpse of her face, as it was blocked by her long hair.

Turbo, however, had no problem sneering at the raven haired, sprinkle covered, soon-to-be ex-ruler. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the glitch. This is such an unpleasant surprise. What have you been eating since I saw you last? You look fatter than usual."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," was Vanellope's dry response as she stood with a look on her face that almost looked more like annoyance than anger to Turbo. There was no hint of fear in her voice or the way she held herself in front of Turbo and Lemona, most likely because she'd dealt with Turbo so many times. Though he would always be considered a threat, she seemed to think that she could stop him again. "I've sent a couple of the other racers to get Calhoun, Ralph, and Felix. They'll be here in a matter of minutes to stop you and your assistant from getting inside the code room."

The déjà vu wasn't the only thing making Lemona's head spin. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to notice. Instead, Turbo began howling with cruel laughter, and Vanellope watched him confusedly.

"My 'assistant'?" Turbo gasped out when he was finally able to speak again. "Do you really not recognize this lovely young lady?" Still chuckling softly, he turned around and waved with his hand in Lemona's direction. It was a motion often used to beckon her closer, but in this case, that was not exactly what he wanted. "Come on, my little lemon cake. Turn around for the glitch."

Lemona really didn't want to face Vanellope, but there was no way she could disobey Turbo. Obediently, she fully turned around, though her body's agony was continuing to get worse and braced herself for Vanellope's reaction. She managed to hide her pain away inside of herself, but not her discomfort as she found herself staring at one of the many people she had once believed she'd never see again before becoming the queen. In truth because of her programming, Vanellope hadn't changed a bit, and Lemona found all of her memories of her, the ones she'd locked up and forgotten about, coming back.

The instant their eyes met, Vanellope's face turned a sickly shade of white. She almost couldn't believe what her eyes were allowing her to see. The woman standing in front of her looked too old to be her long-lost friend, even though she had the same hair and other recognizable features. She found her brain trying to deny that she knew who was standing before her. After so long, she knew that it was her body's way of trying to ensure she didn't get her hopes up. But her heart was making her remember something Ralph had once told her. "The eyes never lie." And Vanellope only knew one person who had lime green eyes that could burn with so many different emotions at once.

"Le…Lemona?" Barely able to choke out her words, Vanellope took a step closer, not even bothering to stop herself. "It..It's you! But you're a woman! And you're all bruised up…What happened to you?"

"I..I don't…I don't remember…" Though Vanellope could see the millions of emotions Lemona was experiencing at the moment, the only one she herself could feel at the moment was terror. At any moment, Turbo could turn on her and beat her for saying too much. And to make matters worse, Vanellope recognized her. She had found her after so long. Now the possibility of being taken away from Turbo was very real.

"You're not going sour again, are you?" Now Vanellope's worried tone was getting more urgent. Fear and concern for her friend would have been evident had anybody else been looking at her, but all Lemona could see was a girl that wanted to take her away from Turbo and ruin their plans.

"You remember what happened the last time you turned sour, don't you? Your code got corrupted and you almost died of a heart attack!" Vanellope continued to speak, and before Lemona could get her words out, who should appear, but the trio that Vanellope had claimed that she'd summoned.

"Kid? Minty Zaki came rushing over and said it was an emergency. What's going—" The second Ralph's eyes fell on the duo in front of him, all he could see was Lemona. Unlike Vanellope, he had no trouble accepting who he was seeing in front of him, and all he could say was, "Oh my gosh."

"Lemona! Oh my land…I can't believe it! It's really her!" Felix began to babble, but as he observed Lemona, his eyes happened to fall upon her enlarged belly and soon his face paled too and his voice faltered. "Oh my land."

Soon everybody's eyes were falling on her stomach. Lemona tried to hide it by cowering behind Turbo and covering it with her arms, but it was all to no avail. Nobody could take back what they'd seen, and by covering up her stomach, it allowed them to get glimpses of the other injuries her body had been healing from.

"You monster," Ralph managed to snarl out, beginning to advance towards Turbo with his gigantic fists clenched and his eyes wild. "What have you done to her? She's a child! A CHILD! You'd better start saying your prayers, because I'm going to—"

"No! Ralph!"

Before Ralph could get any closer, Lemona used what little strength she had to run in front of Turbo. She stretched her arms out so that her body looked like a human 'T' but that didn't last long, as she was still in a lot of pain. Bending over and gritting her teeth, she managed to gasp out her demands, and they made Turbo leer cockily at his enemies. "Don't…Don't hurt him. He's…not that…bad. He…he loves me. And I…I love him…I'm...I'm not a girl anymore…I'm a woman. And he…he knows that…"

"I don't believe this," Sergeant Calhoun spoke up for the first time, lowering her weapon and staring as Lemona glitched in front of them. "That girl's got the worst case of Stockholm Syndrome I've ever seen in my life."

"Stockholm Syndrome?" repeated Vanellope, shooting a bewildered look in the sergeant's direction. "What is that? Tell me what it is!" She was so crazed with concern that she gripped Calhoun's armour and started shaking her urgently.

Calhoun shrugged Vanellope off and shook her head, obviously bothered by what was going on. Her words came out taut, with a hint of disgust aimed at Turbo. "It's a condition that develops in many kidnap and abuse victims. Basically, they start feeling empathy towards the person that's hurting them. They actually believe that they're good guys and that everything they do is for the victims own good."

The explanation was good enough for Vanellope. "Well she's wrong!"

Lemona watched as the distraught child in front of her turned to face her, her eyes shiny with new tears. "Lemona, you've got to believe us! Turbo doesn't love you; you don't deserve to be hurt. You've done absolutely nothing wrong! Come with us! We've missed you! We can help you! We can show you what real love is."

But it was no use. The very instant the words, "Come with us," had been spoken, Lemona started shaking her head urgently. As she spoke, her voice turned more and more frantic and the glitching began to occur more often, her body reverting from binary and code to back to normal in a recurring pattern. She was like a television screen with static that disappeared and reappeared. "No, no, no. You can't make me leave; you can't take me away from him! I won't leave, I won't! He loves me, he LOVES—AGH!"

Suddenly Lemona interrupted herself with a battered cry of agony. All of her strength left her and she collapsed onto the floor. It suddenly became hard to focus. All she could feel was water, and she couldn't stop herself from thinking, "I'm wet. Why am I wet?" A contraction suddenly ripped through her body and she screamed again. Nothing could ease her pain, not even when Turbo grabbed her hand and held it tight. It had never been this bad before, all throughout her months of being pregnant. It was all a million times worse, no, a trillion times worse. Lemona felt like she was being sent through hell and back. She wasn't even able to think about holding back her glitches now, too blind with pain. It was all she could feel.

"What's wrong with her?" Vanellope cried out as everybody stared in fear as she started gasping and crying.

"Her water's broken," Calhoun answered, the expression on her face turning grimmer. Her eyes were trained on the liquid soaking Lemona's clothes. Moving swiftly, she knelt on the floor beside their agonized friend and slid her gun into her belt's holster. Then she finished her explanation as bluntly as possible. "She's having her baby."

I'm almost sorry I'm leaving it here, especially with the fact that it may be a while for me to update. I considered making this chapter longer, but I kind of just wanted to publish it for you guys so you'd have something from me to read because it's been so long. Thanks for all of your support and reviews. Honestly, I don't deserve such wonderful compliments. You guys always make me feel happy when you drop me a review because it tells me people actually enjoy reading my work, and I take pride in knowing that I can provide something you enjoy.

Speaking of reviews and such, I have a slight request of you guys. If you liked "Sweet and Sometimes Sour" and are enjoying "This Shouldn't Be Happening," would you all mind maybe checking out the one-shots I've posted? There hasn't been too much feedback on those so far, and I would like to know what you guys think. And remember, if there's something you don't like as much, or think should be changed, please inform me!

Thanks again you guys! You are all incredible! Remember to review! Stay sweet!