#aredspy

It was like feeling something dead in you spark to life anew. He swore he could feel the echo of a heartbeat where there was none anymore. Something blooming again. Hope.

A dull throbbing grief subsiding, now unneeded. A smile, tears welling forth not of sadness, but of joy.

Turbo found himself at the TF2 coderoom before an entire week had passed by from when Penny had all but run away from him.

After, like, really great sex. 

To say his pride was hurt was the understatement of the century, but guys like Turbo didn't like to screw around with gooey internal emotions. He was pissed and grumpy and missed his girlfriend, and what better way to get out his aggression than on the track?

Except he could stay focused long enough to drive, and there was no one else on the strip. Go figure--the one time he's ready for some honest competition everyone else makes plans. Pfft. Whatever, he had other means.

Mainly Fiacre. Yeaaaah, he was dead, but Turbo never did anything without making sure at least some part of it was...well...reversible. He had learned the hard way with TurboTime, though he'd never admit to anyone, even himself, that it was a mistake.

Copied code meant the character could be brought back, and then killed again. Yeah, that was just the thing he needed. Chucking Fiacre's code into its proper place was the first step--high tailing it the respawn room was the second, and Turbo ran faster than he ever had before, huffing and puffing to make it before Fiacre regained consciousness.

*Pay attention I'm trying to teach you stuff*

*My tentacles are not a toy*

*really you guys I'm trying to...* *prrrrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrrrrrprrrrrrrr*

...and then it's over. He should feel relief but he doesn't.

He feels strangely lost, his other half, his other heart, suddenly gone. Even if their connection had been diminished, it had never stopped. Until now.

The screams of pain give way to wails of grief.

Respawn, bring him back to me.

*just curled up in a very pained little ball*

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