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Stay the Night (1)

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Somehow, Tamora J. Calhoun, most dutiful Sergeant-In-Training the Core had ever seen, had made a rash decision. 

This wasn’t her home front, she wasn’t defending against enemy troops; she was on a “well deserved vacation”, as her commanding officer put it. 

She’d rented in Nice-land Apartments, #602, one floor up from her old college roomy and com padre Ralph Wruck.



The people were nice enough. 

There was a little girl who stopped by each afternoon to peddle her homemade candy, and Ralph had somehow gotten her to help out with that sugar rush.

So, in theory, her days weren’t dull.

Meaning there was no logical explanation for her sudden interest in the building’s handyman, Felix “I-can-fix-it” Fenton.

Had she always liked nicely toned, overly-polite, south-Georgia-drawl accented men who worked well with their hands and came up to shoulder, height-wise?

From the first moment he’d bent his body upward to work out the kinks in his back from having been under her sink so long, slightly quivering from his dampened work shirt, Tamora realized she might have.
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“Ready to call it quits for today, Fix-it?”

Felix sighed and stood up to wake up the rest of his bones, “I swear this has to be the darnedest (if you’ll excuse the language) thing.”

“Yeah, its quite a pipe.” Tamora chuckled; she’d heard worse from Ralph’s ‘Morning Wake Up Routine’ through her vents. 

“Nothing you can’t handle though, I’m sure.”

This blonde was never one for stroking the male ego, but the look on Felix’s face when she acknowledged even the smallest amount of his efforts made her want to.

She was in deep, it seemed.

“Alright Private, enough with ‘The Look’, you know the drill.” Tamora slid from the kitchen stool and held out her hand.

Felix’s cheeks ripened further; ‘The Look’ reaching its advanced stages as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. 

It had become a routine the moment Tamora decided she actually felt something for her pint-sized maintenance man. She offered to take care of every shirt her apartment always ruined; which worked well for her, because one: it showed that she wasn’t as rough around the edges as she used to be, and two: now Felix saw her even more than usual when he came to pick them up.

He would leave in a sleeved shirt (so no rumors would unnecessarily spread),and come back later for his cleaned one—always overly-grateful and apologetic.

“Its not too bad today, just a little damp.”

“The last time I let you leave out of her with a ‘just a little damp’ shirt, you ended up getting an awful cold, remember?”

Felix pouted; Who could forget a giant construction worker and miniature girl scout, his ‘friends’, taking care of him under the name ‘Fragile Felicia’?

He also remembered it as the week the lovely blonde currently walking to her washer/dryer had to go away for work and managed to call him each night to check in.

He’d been so lonesome without her. 

Tammy had been the apple of his eye from day one, when he’d tripped up the stairs carrying one of her boxes.

“Slick tiddly-winking, pint-size.” she smirked, “Does dinner come with that show?”

He’d had to stop himself from swooning in her presence ever since. 

Then, at least three months passed with no major attempts on his part. 

Any man with half a brain would’ve tried to snatch her up by now. Surely there were men clamoring for her attention (He’d seen Gene-the Building Super-trying on separate occasions, much to his irritation).

One day, he’d just have to muster up his courage, tip his hat into his hands, close his eyes, take a gulp and speak the words he practiced in his head any day she was on his ‘Fix-It List’.

‘Ma’am, I know you must get this enough times to irk you something awful, but I figure I should just go whole hog and ask you out on an out—date. I’d like to take you on a date.’

Behind his closed lids, he could swear he heard Tammy chuckling. The bill of his hat was suddenly yanked from his hands to push down over his face.

Oh Lord, he hadn’t just said all that out loud, had he?

“Sure, but only because that was definitely the cutest way anyone’s ever asked me out.”
Part 1

Fun facts about the last names: “Wruck” is German meaning “cantankerous” and whatnot… ‘Fenton’ (not to be associated w/Danny) just has a lot of qualities that I think Felix is all about. So yeah.

(Taken from my tumblr... It seems that's all I've been doing the past 3 days: moving stories from tumblr :T)

Summary: My AU attempt w/them.
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ani110's avatar
Ha! This is hilarious!! :love: :XD: