"Don't you get it, Fix-It?! I'm not programmed to be nice!" Sargent Calhoun shouted at Felix, who winced and stepped back for safety.
"Doesn't mean you can't try, ma'm." He spoke respectfully back.
"Call me ma'm one more time..." She muttered, running a hand through her hair.
The two had been dating for about a year or so, and they had never been happier. Felix was absolutely smitten. He had never felt this way about any woman before. She was strong, fierce, fiery, and passionate. Yet, as he unraveled her, he found that there was a sweet and gentle side trapped under all that hardness. She simply did not want to give into the pain of losing someone else she loved.
He flinched again, but this time, it was out of jealousy.
They were in his apartment, and she was dressed in a T-shirt and sweats. He was in his undershirt and jeans. His work-belt was discarded on his floor, as was his hat.
Felix had thought that he had his lady all figured out... but maybe she is too complicated to have completely solved; completely fixed.
Now, they were arguing about that subject.
It didn't go unnoticed by Sargent Calhoun that he was intimidated by her; that she was naturally a cold-blooded demon that didn't give a care towards anyone who felt pain. She had often hurt the little Felix without her knowing by her bluntness and sarcasm; when she saw his face, she apologized, and he acted as though noting had happened.
And it was fine the first time. And second time. And third time. And fourth time. And fifth time. And...
eventually, it had become one too many times for her to hurt her beloved with her personality. She came to his apartment to call it off. She had told herself that this was for the best and that he was simply too fragile for her to handle. Felix could fix everything- Hell, she had even forgotten about Brad for a while- but her programming.
That's why she needed to leave him. So she didn't hurt him anymore. He could find a nice, sweet, simple girl to love him and hug him and hold him- someone his height, so he wouldn't be so intimidated.
Felix, however, told her in his sickeningly-sweet-polite-way that he was not going to have it, what was she thinking, and that it wasn't in her programming, but her mind.
"Felix, I'm telling you, I'm no good for you."
"And I'm telling you you are, Tamora!" Calhoun's eyes opened wide, and she refused to look at him. He always said ma'm or Sargent Calhoun in public and Tammy in private. Tamora was saved for when he was upset with her.
"Tammy." His tone softened. He walked up to her, and motioned- albeit embarrassed, even after all this time- for her to bend down. When she did, he cupped her cheek. "I've seen a change in you. You do have a vulnerable side, whether you like it or not. Underneath your hard shell, you're an absolute sweetie."
She closed her eyes. "Felix, I can't-" damn it, her voice cracked ,"-be vulnerable. I can't be the sensitive and nice girl that you need. Sure, I have my soft side. But my hard side is who I really am. And... Felix, I simply don't think you need me to hurt you anymore."
"Tammy." He said, planting a kiss on her cheek. "I'm not asking you to be something you are not." She opened her eyes at him again in wide surprise. "Sure, you're a little rough around the edges." And this time, he kissed her fully on the lips. "And I wouldn't have you any other way."
Her face was frozen, and her brain shut down on her. "Tammy, when a man loves a woman, he doesn't want to change anything about her... but her last name." Her eyes, if possible widened even further. "And I don't want you to change at all."