Writer's note: This started as a hero's cutie fic and turned into a Ralph/Felix broship fic instead :D I hope that if we ever get the sequel we're all wishing for that they'll have plenty of Ralph/Felix broship!

In the week that followed Ralph's game jump adventure, he and Felix had gotten to know each other better. They'd spent some time every evening after work hours together talking, cutting up, and even taking a trip to Tapper's before Ralph headed off to Sugar Rush.

It was strange working with a person for 30 years and not really knowing them. Ralph never realized Felix had such a cheesy sense of humor, but it worked for the handyman and he'd made Ralph's shoulders shake with inward laughter several times. They'd gotten into a kind of unspoken rivalry during gameplay, slyly trying to outdo each other. It was great having a buddy, especially one from your own game.

Ralph's cheeks hurt from catching himself smiling so much. Between his friendship with Vanellope and brotherly relationship with Felix, Ralph hadn't felt the lonely pang in his chest since the life-changing decision. He was a simple guy. He didn't need much. Having two close friends, all the cake he could ever eat, and a shack to call his own being built – he didn't need anything else.

It was another fun visit to Sugar Rush to see Vanellope cream her competition. Though all the kids in the game were great racers, Vanellope had this determination that couldn't be beat. He loved seeing the huge smile on her face as she zoomed over the finish line and yell, "Ralphie, did you see that?!" as she bounded toward him. Even when she didn't win, she was always brimming with excitement from the race. Vanellope had been right, racing was in her code.

Ralph strolled out of Sugar Rush's outlet, ready to work on his shack for a little while before getting a night's rest. The black armor of a familiar figure caught his attention as he approached Fix-It Felix Jr. He narrowed his gaze, realizing it was that soldier lady. He hadn't seen her since she dropped him and Felix off after defeating those whacky, destructive bugs.

The blond lady was bent over something. As he drew closer, she popped up to full height, a fistful of blue shirt in her grasp. A surprised yelp rang out, and Ralph's mouth gaped open, realizing she was holding Felix in the air by the front of his shirt. She looked like she gave him a good shake, and the handyman's arms and legs flew out like one of those pull-string Christmas ornaments. He had no clue what that crazy woman was doing to his buddy, but he wouldn't stand for it!

Ralph stomped up to them, a meaty hand out ready to rescue Felix. "Hey, lady! What're you doing-" He stopped short when Calhoun snapped her sharp gaze on him, a bit perturbed by the interruption. Ralph's anger dropped when he saw how close in proximity they were, and Felix smilingly dreamily at Calhoun.

"Need something, Wreck-It?" Calhoun barked, setting the handyman down gently.

"I-I-" Ralph stuttered. He flicked a glance at Felix who was now very aware of his friend's presence – his cheeks blooming a bright red as he straightened his hat. Ralph rubbed his face. Calhoun wasn't attacking Felix; they were- "Ey-yi-yi. I'm sorry. I thought you were…I thought…"

Calhoun popped a hip out and planted a fist on said hip as she waited for him to finish his ramblings. "Spit it out, Wreck-It."

Ralph shook his head. "Nothing. I'm sorry for interrupting." He nodded at Felix, who was still looking quite embarrassed. "I'll see you back at the shack, buddy."

Felix gave him a thumbs up. "Okay, brother."

The wrecker wandered into the outlet, a bit flustered. Felix and Calhoun - together? He recalled something Felix said about a dynamite gal he'd met who rejected him. The handyman's words hadn't come to mind ever since Ralph heard them, but now that he put two and two together, it made sense that Calhoun would be that dynamite gal Felix spoke of.

He felt dumb for assuming Calhoun was hurting Felix. After getting pummeled by her several times, he didn't want anyone else to get that kind of beating, especially his good friend. But no, they were actually-

He couldn't even say it in his head. It just sounded too strange.

Ralph busied himself with collecting bricks from the dump to finish the last wall for his shack. He was proud of his handy work so far. There was a sense of accomplishment building something instead of wrecking it. There'd been a few – okay, several – incidents where he'd accidentally knocked his hard work down, but he was getting better at being careful.

A pair of footfalls approached, and Ralph glanced over his shoulder to see Felix. Let the awkward conversation begin.

"Hey Ralph."

"Hey Felix."

The handyman started right away helping to stack bricks. Since his hammer could only fix, not create, they had to build the wall brick by brick.

Ralph cleared his throat. "So, uh…you and Calhoun, huh?"

A wistful smile crossed Felix's lips as he blushed slightly. "Yep."

"Is she the dynamite gal you mentioned in the fungeon back in Sugar Rush?" Ralph inquired, carefully staking another brick in place on the ever growing wall.

"She sure is." Felix was being coy about the whole thing, and Ralph almost dropped it. But he could tell by his friend's face that Felix was about to burst.

"I thought she-" Ralph paused, remembering the word Felix used. It was a word he'd never use himself, "rebuffed your affections?"

"We had a misunderstanding, but it all worked out."

"Oh, well, that's good. She seems…interesting."

"Oh, Ralph, you have no idea!" Felix began to pace, clasping his hands together in front of him and gazing up at the sky longingly. The flood gates opened. "Tamora is amazing! She's the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to be in the company of. She's passionate about everything she does, and we have such a great time together!" He paused, placing his hat over his heart and sighing. "Jiminy jaminy, can she give one doozy of a kiss."

Ralph shifted, feeling the conversation was getting into territory he definitely didn't want to venture into. "Okay, wow, you convinced me she's great. How many dates have you two crazy kids been on?"

Felix settled his hat back on his head. "Tonight was our first."

"Huh!" Ralph didn't know what to say to that revelation. But he also didn't know how much time Felix and Calhoun had spent together in Sugar Rush. If his buddy was happy with Calhoun then he was happy for him, even if the whole scenario made absolutely no sense.

"Tomorrow, Miss Calhoun is coming to my place for a dinner date and stroll around the lake," Felix added, blushing at what Ralph could assume were expectations.

"That's good. I'm happy for you, brother." Ralph noted to avoid his game the next evening. What time he'd been around Calhoun, she was either smashing her fist into his face or barking orders, but maybe she wasn't as bad as he assumed. She must have some sort of soft spot if she had an interest in Felix.

The brothers lulled in conversation for a few minutes as Felix handed Ralph brick after brick as the wall was becoming too high for him to reach easily. Lulls didn't last though; both Felix and Vanellope couldn't stay quiet for long.

"Hey Ralph," the handyman started up again.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"I'm sorry," the words caught Ralph off guard and he looked down at Felix, wondering why his giddy mood had changed. Felix sighed, plopping down on the pile of bricks close by as Ralph waited for an explanation for the apology. "I was so naïve to what you were going through. I'd lived in this comfy bubble for so long that I didn't notice what was happening right under my nose."

Ralph decided it was time for a break at the prompting of Felix's sudden heart to heart. He had a feeling this was going to be just as awkward as talking about his friend's relationship status. "What do you mean, buddy?"

"I think I learned more about you in just one week then I had the whole 30 years we've been plugged in." Felix glanced up at him, blues eyes downcast. "I let you live in a garbage dump and never offered you a slice of cake and didn't notice how you were being treated like some criminal by the Nicelanders." Felix averted his eyes to the ground, and pulled the brim of his hat lower over his face. "I was so stuck up their patooties – excuse my language – and trying to please them."

Ralph was taken aback by the confession, especially Felix's last admission. Ralph knew Felix was a people pleaser to the Nicelanders. It was probably coded in him to be, and it showed a lot about how the handyman that he'd finally realized it. He and Ralph had grown by leaps and bounds in only a week's time.

Ralph patted his brother's back, giving a reassuring smile. "It's okay, buddy. We were both stuck in our programming, but now we know and things are good."

Truly, Ralph didn't want to dwell on the past. He'd spent enough time there. He was determined to look straight ahead from now on; to keep moving forward in the life that was progressing around him.

Felix smiled warmly up at him, punching Ralph's huge arm playfully. "That you're right, brother. Things are good." He hopped up, and examined the nearly completed wall. "Let's get back to building you a home."