Hey, WiR fans! Here is a little one-shot for those of you who just can't get enough of Fix-it Felix, Jr. and Sergeant Calhoun (like me!). Read and review, especially if you hate it. Thanks!

The Fix-its

"Felix!" called Sergeant Calhoun. She was at the train stop from Game Central Station to Fix-it Felix, Jr.'s game. She was not happy. Up on the top of the building, Wreck-it Ralph was just being thrown off of the building, and Fix-it was up on the roof eating the pie that the Nicelanders brought him every day. Apparently the owner of the arcade had let the player finish her game after closing time, because Sergeant Calhoun had been keeping both ears ready for the announcement of the arcade's closing for the night. She needed to talk to Felix right away. She looked down at the slim ring on her hand. She wore it all the time, even when she was fighting. It was the ring that Felix had given her on their wedding day. No time for daydreaming now.

"Hey, Fix-it! Get your butt down here!" The words running through her head were much stronger, but Felix generally disapproved of profanity, and she respected him enough to hold her tongue. He looked over at her, and waved. He handed his pie to Mary, the little woman in purple, and jumped to the fire escape. He climbed down quickly, but it still seemed slow to his impatient wife. Finally he jumped up onto a bench right next to her and said,

"Hi, sweetie, what's up?" Her response was a solid fist to his face. He fell to the bench. His eye started to bruise, and his nose looked almost broken. He pulled his golden hammer out of his tool belt and fixed his face with a simple tap to his forehead. He looked up at her with a worried expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked sweetly. His wife did the one thing that he never expected. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. She sank to the ground and leaned up against the bench. Felix hesitantly reached out and touched her shoulder.

"Tamora? Are you alright? Please tell me what's wrong." He was starting to get really worried. He saw her breathe deeply, and she pulled her hands away from her face.

"I don't know, Fix-it. I really don't know. I think, well, I think…" she couldn't continue. She started to sob again, but this time Felix was standing by her side, and he hugged her. She cried into his shoulder. He really did not know what in the world was wrong with her. She was the tough one, always strong, and dependable, and very rarely emotional. Never, in the entire time that he had known her, had she cried, or even shed a single tear, much less sob like she was doing now.

"Honey, you're going to have to tell me what's wrong." Felix tried his hardest to be firm. His soldier wife looked up at him and wiped her eyes.

"You're right. Fix-it, I'm, um, I'm pregnant," she whispered in between sobs. She looked up at him to see his reaction. The goofiest smile lit up his face.

"That's wonderful!" he exclaimed. In a split second, he was back on his back, and his nose felt like it was broken this time. He quickly hit it with his hammer, and leapt up, choosing to stay out of striking range.

"Hey, aren't you excited?"

"Of course not! It's not in my code to be a mother. How am I supposed to lead my men and play my game with a newborn?"

"Tammy, we'll find a way to make it work. Don't worry about it." He shuffled closer, and rested his gloved hand on her shoulder gently. She smiled at him and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

"You're right, Fix-it," she said when they pulled apart. "You always know exactly what to say to fix anything. You don't even need that hammer of yours." He blushed as red as, well, almost every day that his wife had known him. He cleared his throat and asked,

"So, um, how did you find out?" She rolled her eyes and pulled out a small satchel hidden in her armor somewhere. From that, she pulled out three pregnancy tests. All three were positive.

"Oh. Well, I guess it's official then. Do you want to tell anyone?" Felix really hoped that she would say yes; he didn't think that he would be able to keep this a secret. Tamora could see the excitement bubbling up in his eyes, and even if she didn't say yes, she knew that he would do the same thing.

"Sure." He fist pumped the air. She laughed at his antics.

"Can we throw a party? And invite the entire arcade?" She didn't know if it was the hormones, or whether her Fix-it was just too cute to resist, but she grabbed the front on his shirt and pulled him to her in an intimate kiss.

"It's your kid, Fix-it. Whatever you want to do is fine with me." He smiled.

"No, Mrs. Fix-it, it's our baby."