A/N: Hey Wreck-it Ralph fans. This is my Hero's Duty AU fic. Instead of putting the characters in our normal real world, I thought that a sci-fi, war-driven planet with killer Cybugs would be much more interesting to write about :D Hope y'all like it.

I'm apologizing in advance for the run-on sentences…I'm also sorry that most of this chapter is narrative like…I promise I'll write some more plot later, maybe even detail some of their past. We'll see what happens.

The Planet with No Name

Their story was a simple one.

Humans had managed to destroy their home planet, and in desperation, travelled the universe to inhabit another. Science was used to solve the many problems posed while reestablishing living conditions on such a desolate planet—a planet that these people gave no name—and for the most part, it worked. Machines were built and cities were made. Food was synthesized and air was filtered.

Life, in all its practicality, had been sustained.

But years and years after the settlement, one mistake would lead to prove mankind capable of self-destruction once again.

The only other living creatures the human's had ever encountered were giant insects. They resembled beetles from Earth and did well to avoid the newcomers to their home. For generations, the humans hunted them for food and reshaped their strong shells to make tools. When underground cities were being made, scientists took it upon themselves to create not only a machine that could aid them in their construction, but a creature that could intelligently maneuver through man-made as well as natural tunnels, able to use its instincts to detect danger or find whatever they may be able to dig up and use within the earth of the planet.

And so, the Cybug was created, programmed to be under human control.

No one knows exactly why the bugs turned against them, but when danger such as this arises, explanations become as important as a knife in a gun fight.

And this was much more than a mere gun fight.

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The high speed train was going far too slow for Sergeant Calhoun. Normally, she wouldn't be this eager to be going home. She'd usually use this time wisely by meditating, it usually able to help to rid her mind of war and Cybugs just long enough to ready herself for the open arms of society. Not only that, but she sometimes even found herself talking with her squadron, or would at least listen to them talking amongst themselves about home and family.

But not this time around, her mind was elsewhere. After five months of what seemed to be a non-stop Cybug killing spree and nothing but smoke and ash getting in her eyes and mouth as she gave orders, she was itching to get back to the construction site they called home.

But mainly, back to the construction worker she called her boyfriend.

Litwak City was always digging for more ground, their population somehow always expanding, thus the constant need for construction and demolition. Litwak City wasn't perfect, far from it. Calhoun almost preferred the battlefield and the familiar smell of lasers piercing through smog air and Cybug slime to the blaringly artificial lighting and consistently stuffy atmosphere of their underground city. She could live without the crowds of people at the marketplace and the apartments that were just as small, if not smaller than the barracks they slept in on the surface.

But there was one thing in Litwak City that the Sergeant absolutely loved, and that was Felix, one of the kindest, funniest, strongest, and oddly enough, shortest men she knew. He didn't quite look the part, but he was heroic in his own way, powerful in his compassion and strong in his leadership. Unlike most men who decided to go into the military, Felix had chosen a path similar to his father's and was now head of many of the construction sites in Litwak.

The story of their meeting was a long and tumultuous one, but if it hadn't been for the near destruction of their home, they most likely never would have met; the nightmares of her former life would most likely still be haunting her.

Trips back home always made her thoughts drift off to when Felix had first started meeting her at the station. Shortly after they'd met, even before they'd started dating, her little handyman would wait for her outside the train station every time she came home. They'd write letters to each other while she was on the surface, sometimes multiple times a week, and she knew for a fact that he stored every new letter he got from her in a special compartment in his toolbox, just so he'd have something of hers with him at all times. Of course he'd initiated the letter writing, and although she'd thought about leaving it be with just that first letter, she could help but write him back every time she got one in the mail.

Felix would usually be covered in grease and dirt from head to toe when she arrived, having just gotten off work early to spend the day with her. His toolbox would be at his feet, his trusty laser-hammer hanging from the loop on his belt, a wide smile across his face and harsh honeyglows reddening his cheeks. The pure joy he emitted just by standing there and smiling at her always lifted her heart, making her forget how heavy her armor was, how maddening her memories of war were, and more recently, how terrifying her nightmares could occasionally get. Before Felix, no one greeted her at the doors. She had a few friends, but no family to go to in the city.

They hadn't been dating long. Her last leave was when they'd made their relationship official, hence her anxious behavior. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn't wait to see him. After five months of nothing but letters and the occasional picture, she wanted to tease him in person, talk to him, hold him, and probably fuck him…at least more than twice. What she would give for this train to go faster! What she would give to see him waiting for her outside the train station in his grease and grit covered uniform.

But he wouldn't be waiting for her this time. She planned to surprise him and had told him in her latest letter that her arrival would be the day after this. She didn't know what had come over her, and she didn't want to give the poor man a heart attack, but there was something about the letters that she had been receiving of late that worried her. He seemed stressed, but unwilling to admit it. Maybe catching him off guard would shatter the façade she knew he would try to pull on her. He was generally a cheerful guy, but refused to let her see his weaker state, much like how she had been in the beginning, though he was better at hiding the fact that he was, in fact, hiding something from her.

A metallic voice announced their stop. Calhoun looked up at the monitor showing their route and tried to hide her smile. She couldn't look too happy to be home in front of her men.

…

The door creaked loudly when Calhoun entered Felix's small apartment. She was initially surprised by that, Felix was usually so nit-picky about keeping things like squeaky doors in check. Once she looked into the apartment, however, she was no longer surprised. It was nearly a complete mess, one she'd never even thought her Felix was capable of making.

"Something's definitely up with this man…" She said to herself, now terribly suspicious about her boyfriend's mental health.

As she closed the door and ventured further into the apartment, she could tell that he'd at least started cleaning, but had clearly given up and was planning to finish it today. She entered the bedroom to find seemingly clean clothes hastily thrown over the side of the dresser to be put away later, dirty clothes lying on the floor, and the bed not even made.

She set her bags next to the bed and with the press of a button, began to get out of her armor. Setting her folded armor aside in the closet, she slid her thin pants off and climbed into bed wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand. 9:50. He should be home soon.

Just as she'd estimated, it wasn't long until Calhoun heard someone at the front door, fumbling with their keys. The door finally creaked open, lazy footsteps shuffling in, a final click of the door barely audible. He sounded tired judging by the way he carelessly threw his toolbox on the couch, the evidence of that a distinct rattling of metal. The footsteps grew nearer until he reached the open door to his room. He nearly passed by without so much as a glance before she shifted a bit, catching his peripheral attention. His body jerked in a way that made it look like he was just waking up, at first not seeing who it was in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and took a step further into the room.

"Long day?" She asked after a moment, her boyfriend entirely speechless.

"Tammy!" He exclaimed in a mixture of surprise and relief, leaning against the doorframe for support and covering his face with one hand for a moment. The upper part of his jumpsuit was already off, hanging from his hips. Calhoun noted that his face was still dirty from work and there were bags under his eyes.

"Come here." She said after a moment.

Having taken that moment to regain his bearings, he strode over to her and practically fell into her arms. She could feel just how tense he was in that embrace and could only imagine how worked he'd been today.

Felix buried his face into the crook of her neck. "You said you'd get here tomorrow." He mumbled into her skin.

"I wanted to surprise you." She said, running her fingers through his hair. "I've been planning this for a while now."

"Well, I'm mighty surprised." He said, lifting his head to look into her eyes. "There more to this plan of yours?"

"Well…" she trailed off, looking away for a moment, playfully.

"Well, what?" He asked softly, yawning shortly after.

She smirked a bit seductively at him. "You look a little too tired for what I have in mind."

He smiled, having missed her so much. "Yup, hit the nail on the head with that one."

"That's not all I wanted to hit." She said under her breath as he got up to undress.

Felix felt his face grow hot, still a bit sheepish when it came to her dirty remarks. He looked back at her lying in his bed. He almost couldn't believe that she was even here. The last few weeks had been terrible without her.

"I love you." He said without thinking, his voice filled with adoration.

Their eyes met then. It hadn't been the first time he'd said it, but it'd never been that direct. He would whisper to her just as she was about to drift off into sleep. He would write it in his letters to her, but never with this boldness had he declared those three words.

He looked so tired, like he would collapse if she didn't say something soon. She got out of bed and went to him, held him close and leaned down to capture his lips with hers. His arms found their way around her waist and he leaned into her a bit more, Calhoun getting the impression that his knees had gone weak. She separated their lips for a moment to look at him.

"I love you, too."

Yeah…this is a really rough draft. I need to know what you guys think before I continue. Should I go into their blooming romance or stick to them already being in a relationship? Do you want to know the details about their meeting for the first time? I was thinking of going for the proposal soon after this, and I was going to have Calhoun think about Brad and letting go and stuff like that. I also want this to be M rated…but I really need some opinions here! Thanks for reading :D