Hello everybody! I had hoped to get this chapter written a couple nights ago, but it didn't happen. I hope you like it! The wait wasn't too bad this time, was it? It's hard to say how many chapters this story has left, but I think it's safe to say that the end is near...But don't fret! Like I said, it's not done yet! I am so overwhelmed by the amount of feedback, reviews, and support this story has received. To all of you out there, my reviewers, followers, favoriters, and the viewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am so excited to say that you guys gave me more than 100 reviews for the first time as a Fanfiction writer, and that means so much to me. It's such a huge accomplishment, and it wouldn't have been possible without all of you! So once again, THANK YOU! You are all so incredible! I dedicate this next chapter to all of you.

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Lemona's heart continued to lift as she managed to tear her eyes away from Angelina so she could look up at Turbo again. She hoped he would be as satisfied with her decision as she was. Now that all of the waiting and pain was over, Lemona felt light and happier then she'd felt in a very long time. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd actually smiled or even let out a chuckle.

But the lifting suddenly came to a halt, like an elevator breaking down, when she saw the look of disapproval on Turbo's face. "Well," he began speaking, "it's nice, Lemon Drop, but I don't really think I like it. We definitely can't call her Turbo Junior, but that doesn't mean we need to start thinking of ridiculous things like that. You know what? She looks like an Axle to me. There we go. That's what we'll call her. Axle Speed."

The elevator that was Lemona's heart began to sink again and she managed to barely nod sullenly, her hopes dashed. There was no way Turbo could understand why Lemona had chosen the name she had out of the millions of names in the world. In her mind, it had been the perfect name for her perfect baby girl who had kept her going through the insane nine months she'd been living in hiding with Turbo. Yet she could tell by the warning gleam in his eyes that she needed to agree or there would be consequences. So Axle Speed it was.

But suddenly there was a disturbance of the peace. "Now hold on just a candy-coated minute!" Vanellope demanded, stepping forward. Her hands rested firmly on her hips, and she proceeded to glare at Turbo. Before, she had been chewing on the strings of her sweater, trying to keep her mouth occupied so it wouldn't start spouting words. But now that Lemona was no longer in pain, it was clear she was no longer willing to keep her mouth shut or hide her hatred towards Turbo. "You can't tell Lemona to change her kid's name! She likes Angelina Fruite Cake, and frankly, I like it much better than 'Axle Speed.' Are you trying to make your kid sound like a weirdo? Do you even remember what an axle is? I'll give you a hint….It's the thing the wheels are attached to so they can go around and around."

Turbo's venomous glare turned towards the defiant president, and Lemona managed to choke out her next words. She didn't mind if Turbo hurt her; she had grown used to being punished long ago. But the idea of him hurting someone she used to call a friend was not a good one, no matter how terrified she was of having Vanellope take her away. "Vanellope, please…don't. It's fine, really…Axle Speed's not that bad…Besides, this is Turbo's child too. He's allowed to have a say."

"Hogwash!" Vanellope blurted, her anger growing. "I may not have a father of my own, but I know well enough that just because Turbo made it possible for this baby to exist, that doesn't make him her father! He took advantage of you Lemona, and if those bruises I see are any indication of what else he's done over the nine months you've been gone, he doesn't deserve to be called 'father,' 'daddy,' 'Pops,' or any other variation of the word."

"Vanellope's right Lemona," Felix interjected. It was shocking to see that the polite little man, who usually got very uncomfortable when giving his opinion on other peoples' business, did not look uncomfortable now. Instead, concern was the only thing Lemona could see. "You may not agree with us, but we all know that you're far too young to be a mother."

"And yet here you are, with a child in your arms, all because of this jerk." Ralph was finally awake after fainting, and it appeared nothing had changed about him because of the incident. He still seemed a little dizzy, but the way he was clenching his fists as he grumbled indicated he would be more than okay with starting a fight. His tone was very accusatory, and aimed directly at Turbo.

"He's not a jerk," snapped Lemona. The discussion developing was making her uncomfortable, and that made her angry. A glitch ran through her body, and because she was holding onto her daughter, it covered her as well. The baby began to wail as a response to it, and as soon as the glitch was finished, Lemona only held her closer and tighter, rocking her back and forth and trying to get her to stop. She didn't ever want to see her child sad. As she rocked, she continued to speak, trying to sound determined and firm. To her dismay, she couldn't stop her voice from quivering. "He's my boyfriend, the father of my child, and he should be the ruler of this entire game. That's all we want: to rule the game."

"Sweet mother of monkey milk Lemona, we all know that's not possible!" Vanellope protested exasperatedly. The tone in her voice made her sound much more mature than Lemona was used to, and she was shocked to realize that this entire ordeal had played its part on everybody involved.

Vanellope continued to speak, and Lemona tried to pay attention, but it wasn't easy, as she could feel Turbo's gaze burning down on her. She knew he was watching her to ensure that if she tried to do anything he didn't like, he could stop her and punish her.

Vanellope's voice rang loud and strong among the silence. Even the baby had stopped crying, as though she too was listening to the speech. "We all know that I am the rightful ruler of this game! Turbo may have come in and taken over once, but that doesn't mean he owns the place. I vowed to myself and to my citizens long ago that I would NEVER let him do what he did again, and I have stuck to that vow ever since. I also made another promise." Here her voice lowered, but the power behind it was still there. "I promised that I would protect the citizens of this game. And I failed. I didn't keep you safe, Lemona. I didn't know that you still had your sour side. I didn't know Turbo was able to break out of the fungeon. I didn't know that he was plotting to kidnap you. I especially didn't know that he would hurt you like he has. But I'm willing to fix my mistakes, and I'm more than willing to help you, no matter how long it takes. You're one of my best friends Lemona. I love you like a sister."

Lemona could vaguely remember that this had been what she'd longed for when she'd first been kidnapped. She'd prayed and wished for her friends to find her and rescue her. She could honestly say that she no longer felt that longing or need, but Vanellope's words were confusing her. She spoke of love, yet she wanted to take Lemona away from Turbo. Yes, it was true, he'd kidnapped her. But he'd also done so much more. "I don't want my daughter to grow up without a father," she mumbled, but even to her, the words didn't sound entirely convincing. There was more to the story than just her wanting Turbo to be able to help raise the child. The fact was that Lemona needed Turbo just as much as she needed to keep her child safe and happy.

She knew exactly what Vanellope and the others had been hoping for. They'd hoped that when or if they finally found her, she would be stronger. She could see in their eyes that they'd expected that sort of change in her. It was what Vanellope had done when Turbo had ripped her code apart and then ostracized her because of it for many years. Though Vanellope had sought refuge in a volcano she'd been forced to call home, she hadn't spent her life hiding away inside of it. No, instead she had gone out and fought, doing everything in her power to be able to get the chance to race as she had longed to. She had grown bolder, learning how to use her words and actions as weapons when a fight started. She had learned how to build up walls around her so that the words of others wouldn't hurt as badly when they were hurled at her.

Unfortunately, it was clear to Lemona that she had done the very opposite. While she did still have her sour side, it was easy to see, even to her, that she was weaker. She had started off strong, but this ordeal had eventually changed her. She had once been able to stand tall and strong on her own; now she needed to lean on Turbo for support, both literally and metaphorically. He was the wall she used to protect herself, and she couldn't give him up. It just wasn't an option.

There was one other fact to consider: there was no way that Turbo would allow Lemona to leave him. But nobody else seemed to care about that as Calhoun approached, apprehending Turbo before turning to the others. "Take Lemona and her baby to the bathroom so they can get cleaned up. Then bring her to Vanellope's room so they can sleep. It looks like they need it. I'm taking this virus to the jail in my game. We all know he can't be trusted to stay put in this game."

Everybody moved obediently, ignoring the words Lemona had spoken only moments ago. Everybody except for Turbo. "No! NO!" he cried out angrily, fighting to get out of Calhoun's strong grip. "You can't do this to me! I'm TURBO!"

"Oh trust me, we all know who you are, Bog Breath," Calhoun sneered, tightening her grip in response to his wiggling. "And that's why we're doing this. We'll figure out what we're going to do with you later. You know, in my game, a criminal offence such as this would result in the death penalty."

Nobody could tell whether or not Calhoun was exaggerating, but the cold, burning look on her face told everybody not to ask. Instead, they all got back to business, helping Lemona to her feet. Lemona was not going willingly either, but with her baby in her arms, there wasn't much she could do in the way of fighting or running away. One wrong move could cause disaster. Instead, she just settled on begging. "No, no, no, please don't! Don't take him away!"

"I'm sorry Lemona, We're doing this because we care," Felix spoke gently as he, Ralph, and Vanellope guided Lemona in the opposite direction. "Nobody's going to hurt you anymore."

Lemona heard his words, but they didn't seem to make sense or register in her brain as she walked, her head turned so she could watch as Calhoun flew off on her cruiser. She could see Turbo continuing to squirm, but she knew there was no point. There was no way he could get away from Calhoun. Tears fell down her face, landing on the towel her daughter was still wrapped in. In an attempt to feel better, she pulled her daughter as close to her chest as possible, burrowing her head in the little patch of hair on top of the child's head and hoping to catch a whiff of new baby smell. For some reason she felt it might comfort her. It seemed to work a little bit, but the thing that really calmed her down was when her child let out another coo, obviously delighted with having her mother's face so close to hers. The look of trust in her olive eyes never left, giving Lemona purpose. This child trusted her to keep her safe from harm, just as Lemona had before. It was a never ending job.

As ordered, Felix led Lemona to the washroom, where she spent a very long time. She managed to clean herself and her baby relatively quickly. The rest of the time inside the washroom she spent thinking about everything.

What was love, really? Both Turbo and Vanellope had claimed they loved her, yet both had treated her so entirely different. Who was right when it came to believing how Lemona should be treated? More importantly, who was better to trust? All her life her trust had bounced back and forth, from Vanellope to Turbo, back to Vanellope, and now back to Turbo again. She felt like her baby all of a sudden. She wanted somebody to trust; somebody she would know could take care of her and protect her. If she put her trust in the wrong person, she could end up in trouble. But once again, who was better to trust?

Once she realized that her thoughts were simply going around in a circle, Lemona decided to drop it for a while. She ran a hairbrush through her hair one more time, then picked up her daughter and exited the washroom, meeting Ralph and Felix at the door. Both had been standing there to ensure she didn't go anywhere.

A nervous glitch ran through her body yet again, but she allowed the men to lead her to Vanellope's room, where the door was wide open. The kid president was waiting inside for her, holding a pile of clothing. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, but I tried to find things that were yellow and green, because I know those are your favourite colours."

Lemona took the pile, set it down on the bed, and sifted through it. Most of it was her size, but at the top of the pile there were a couple of small bodysuits made of cotton candy that were too small to be for her. "Where did these come from?" she asked, allowing herself to smile a little as she held one up.

"Oh, while you were in the washroom, I asked Crumbelina if she could make a couple of those," Vanellope shifted her feet from side to side. She seemed pleased with herself, but suddenly, at the same time, a little bit shy. "You know everybody's really happy to have you back Lemona. We really did miss you."

The words, "I missed you too," caught in Lemona's throat. She wanted to say them, but she knew she couldn't, because the words weren't entirely true. So she settled for, "Thanks," hoping she didn't sound uncomfortable enough to be considered insincere. Vanellope nodded as though she understood the predicament.

Ralph and Felix left so Lemona could get changed out of her filthy clothes. She changed swiftly, but knew that Vanellope's eyes were on her. Lemona didn't blame her. She probably still wasn't used to seeing Lemona as an adult.

"What are you going to do?"

The words came just as Lemona finished buttoning one of the buttons on a onesie for the baby. They made Vanellope sound small and scared, and it was a huge contrast to the brave Vanellope that Lemona had seen and heard hours before.

"What do you mean?" Lemona managed to ask, turning to stare at her. Vanellope's hazel eyes were now brimmed with tears, but she was still strong enough to forbid them from streaming down her cheeks. She sniffed once, then spoke again.

"Lemona, right now you're in an adult's body. That's good for taking care of he baby, but what about for racing? The gamers accepted King Candy, but an adult version of you? They'll expect all of us to be adults if they see that, and what happens when they don't see us all grown up? No offence, but I'm not planning on altering my code anytime soon, and I'm pretty sure none of the other racers are either. And what if suddenly whatever made you grow up wears off before your kid is finished growing? What if it's too soon? Or here's something to consider," Now Vanellope's voice dropped as though she didn't want the child behind them to hear her, even though they both knew she wouldn't be able to understand them. "What if your child grows up and then you revert back to your kid programming? Won't she have questions about what happened to her mother and possibly her father? Unlike the rest of us, she's been programmed with parents, they can't just suddenly disappear! What do you plan on telling her? That you were her age when 'Daddy' came along and made you pregnant against your will? How is the kid going to take something like that? I'll tell you one thing: if I was in your kid's shoes, I wouldn't want to hear that! But it's the truth! There's no way to sugar-coat it!" As she spoke, her voice's pitch gradually increased until finally she was squealing in a high tone that could possibly break glass.

She was right, Lemona knew she was right. But she had no answers. "I'll cross that bridge when I get there," she finally managed to say. "But for now, I'll just stay hidden and take care of her. You guys can use that fake me that Turbo created so the gamers don't wonder about where I am."

Vanellope inhaled sharply, as if she had something to say that she both did and didn't want to say. "I've been considering something," she admitted, and the tone of her voice told Lemona immediately that what she was about to say was not good. "What if, when the child grows up, we fix your coding? You know, turn you back to your kid state. Then…I could go into the code room and…erase her memories."

Lemona looked up sharply, her eyes widening. "You mean erase parts of her code?"

"I wouldn't erase all of her memories!" Vanellope quickly cried out in defence. Her hands flew up as she did so. "Just the ones about Adult you and Turbo. Or I could alter them! I could take out Turbo completely, and replace him with some of the Sugar Rush racers and you as a kid! I could make her think you were her sister or something! That way she wouldn't have to know all of the horrible things that happened to you!"

Though the explanation made sense, the entire idea was horrible in Lemona's eyes. Altering code was dangerous, and allowing it to happen would be going against what she planned on doing for the rest of her life: taking care of her daughter and keeping her safe. "There is no way that I am ever going to allow you to touch a single strand of my daughter's code," she hissed, hoping that the sour glare she sent Vanellope's way made her point perfectly clear. "Just because you think taking Turbo away from us was a good thing doesn't mean it was. In fact, I don't like any of your ideas regarding my family so far! If you're trying to get me to change my mind about him, it's not working! I still love him…"

"Calhoun said you'd say that," Vanellope muttered, giving her an apologetic glance. "She said it would take some time for the Stockholm Syndrome to wear off. But Lemona, please know…we're all willing to wait. We're all going to be here for you as you heal, even if you end up with some scars that don't completely go away."

Lemona had nothing to say about that, so she turned away from Vanellope so she could place her baby in a crib that one of the other racers must have brought in while she was in the washroom. Then she crawled into the president's bed, which Vanellope was willing to give up for the night. She would instead take the room next door.

The comfy sponge cake bed reminded Lemona of the one in the cave. However, it was softer, and for a brief moment, Lemona wondered if Vanellope had given it to her in an effort to get her to relax. She didn't think she could, but she was willing to try. She was exhausted. The bed was close enough to the crib that Lemona could reach down and touch her baby, who was sleeping like a rock. Lemona wished sleep could come that easily for her. As she lay on her side, her hand gently stroking her child, Vanellope came up to her with a sheet of paper. "Here."

"What is it?" Lemona took the sheet and looked at it. There wasn't a lot of writing on it, but there were spaces with lines indicating where information could be placed. At the very top in the center was the longest line.

"A birth certificate," Vanellope answered, now holding out a pen made from pink liquorice. "For your kid. We can fill out the rest tomorrow, but I figured the sooner you named your baby, the better. We don't want to have to call it, 'the baby' forever."

Lemona looked at the certificate, then back at her daughter, who was still sleeping like an angel. Two names flew around in her head. Axle Speed, the one she'd been ordered to give the child by Turbo, or Angelina Fruite Cake, the one that had come in a moment of pure bliss, entirely out of nowhere. The name that made so much sense to Lemona.

She took a few moments, and then, hesitantly, she put the pen to the paper and scrawled out the name in handwriting.

A.N.G.E.L.I.N.A. F.R.U.I.T.E. C.A.K.E.

Now her decision was in writing. There was no way to take it back.

And for once, Lemona didn't feel bad about disobeying Turbo.