I wanted to base something around the events/ story of Secret Agent Clank,
and thanks to my DeviantART friend, TantaGreen's picture, (being an great inspiration for me)
I started working on the little thing here...
Might get a bit sexual later on, we will see ~
This is chapters one, out of... who knows? I'll write and see...
I suck at titles for the moment, so forgive me...
They might all be a little out of character but hopefully... not too much.
Enjoy, comments and favs are greatly appreciated.
Black and White Reunion © Lombnut
Ratchet & Clank game series and characters © Insomniac games
Ratchet tapped his foot onto the cold stone floor, again and again, in the rythmn of the rain hitting the ground outside. He
was getting really impatient, having to sit here and wait in this damp and clamy waiting-room. He had probably stared at the
same spot of wallpaper for the last two hours. The only form of entertainment, the magazines, were all read out, and on
top of it all, he was wet. Wet from standing outside in the rain, looking, secretly wishing, hoping that one of those
veichles passing by, would be "his".
He shrugged to himself. At least now he was inside where it was warm, or well... as warm as a prison could get. The
warden couldn't wait to get rid of him, almost knocking Ratchet out as he threw the suitcases at him the moment the
lombax left his cell. That was earlier, and now he was just sitting there, muttering some incoherent words under his breath
as the water dripped from his soaking wet fur.
'Clank... where are you?' he thought to himself as his eyesight went fuzzy. As he closed his eyes he felt a small tear drop onto
his cheek, where it mixed with the water running down his face from the mess of wet fur on his head. If it hadn't been for Clank,
he wouldn't have stood out there in the rain for almost an hour, but at the same time... he wanted to see the robot again, so badly.
During all that time spent in the prison, Clank was the only thing on his mind. He was the reason he actually bothered to
survive every day, every day was just another day of pointless fighting, and Ratchet only fought because he knew …
Clank believed in him, believed that he was innocent, that he would be able to manage, to be strong. All Ratchet did in
there, to keep himself breathing, it was all for Clank. He had for a longer time now wondered where his feelings lay towards
his metalic friend. Even though the incident on Oltanis was so many years ago, he could still remember how utterly
frightened he was when he thought that Clank was gone. Regardless of the many fights they've had, Ratchet didn't want
to lose him, the robot was... well, his best friend. During the many years they've spent together, the many incidents that
occurred only brought them closer, and made his feelings for Clank grow stronger. It wasn't until recently the lombax
actually realised his true emotions, however...
It was when Ratchet had called him with his one and only free call (that he had earned as thanks for stopping the prison break), and he noticed
to his surprise that Clank didn't mind having a chat with him, regardless of his ongoing mission. It had made Ratchet smile a bit, melt a bit, to see
that familiar round face once more. He remembered asking himself, 'Since when did Clank's simple neon eyes become something so... beautiful?'
He realised he was amazed by Clank's outer beauty, but of course, he never said this out loud.
It hadn't been long since then, and at that moment, when he asked himself the question, he realised what had happened... he'd fallen in love with Clank.
And now, at this moment, he felt as though Clank was the love of his life; and now was the time he needed Clank the most.
"Well well, "hero", looks like ya pickup ain't coming to get ya!" the warden gloated while giving him a sly smirk.
"Seems like ya'll be staying another day here, lombax! How 'bout ya get ya things unpacked again? Hehehe..."
"... Perfect..." Ratchet replied with a low growl, giving the prison warden a cold stare.
As Ratchet was about to lift his suitcases and walk away, he heard the sound of screeching tires outside, and
a familiar voice, that wonderful voice, that voice who had spoken to him so many times in his dreams.
'He's here!'
"CLAAAANK!" Ratchet shouted as he threw his suitcases half way across the floor in the waiting-room, almost tripping
on the wet concrete as he forcefully bashed the doors open to see Clank and the cab driver discussing the fare fee. Clank
stopped talking and turned to see what the noise was
"R-Ratchet? Are -" he started with wide eyes, but he was interupted as Ratchet literally threw all his body weight into the
poor little robot, knocking him down in an instant. Ratchet didn't say anything, he just held Clank close to his body. He
needed this, he needed to feel Clank once again, feel that he was there, that this was all real. Clank didn't seem to resist the
sudden and forceful embrace, and instead shyly placed his tiny arms around Ratchet's waist to return the hug. As he did
so, Ratchet started sobbing his name, very quietly, but loud enough for him to notice.
"Ratchet, I – huh, what was that?" Clank asked curiously, straining to hear his almost inaudible words.
"I... lo... yo..." Ratchet tried to speak between sobs, holding onto Clank tightly, tears spilling onto Clank's agency tuxedo.
"I can't hear you Ratchet, you have to speak louder," Clank said in a comforting tone, rubbing his hand up and down Ratchet's back in a soothing manner.
Ratchet's sobs started to clear up. All the bottled emotions that he had hidden away during his time behind bars exploded
at just sight of Clank, but to his relief, it didn't look like Clank minded – in fact, the robot seemed quite understanding.
Ratchet carefully dried his eyes and moved his head a little bit, trying to look back up at Clank.
"... Hehe, when did you get here?" he said with a faint smile.
"Precisely three point five minutes ago." Clank replied as he smiled back at Ratchet.
They both got up from the wet, and now, somewhat flooded stone floor, ignoring the non-stop rain. Clank returned to the
now stunned cab driver, who was surprised to see the "big galactic hero" in a state like that, while Ratchet somewhat a bit
shameful for his so called outburst, went inside to get his suitcases, who luckily hadn't burst open, which he found quite
surprising considering how carelessly he had threw them away.
"Seems like ya' hero's got a soft side, yah?" the warden said teasingly, poking the lombax in the side with his baton.
"Like hell you would care... " he said, tired of getting interupted as he picked up his suitcases.
"I don't like ya tone, boy!" the warden said out loud, banging the grey interior of the waiting-room with his baton.
"Well... I don't like it HERE either, so just let me get the hell out, will you?" Ratchet said face to face with the warden.
He was so sick of this place, all he wanted was Clank, and luckily the warden let him pass. He quickened his pace towards
the cab. He was about to unload his bags into the trunk when Clank sneaked up behind him and shyly took his hand.
Ratchet's eyes shot down at him accompanied by a small blush as he looked questioningly at his robotic companion.
"I'll help you with that, Ratchet," Clank said as he took one of the two suitcases and carefully pushed it into the trunk.
Ratchet found it both amusing and adorable how Clank had to stand on his tip toes to get the suitcase all the way in. He
was just about to giggle to himself when Clank took his hand into his own smaller hand, and led him into the car. Ratchet
just followed along as he and Clank popped themselves down next to each other in the back seat of the car.
"Endako Megapolis, please," Clank said to the driver, who only nodded in return. Clank then turned to Ratchet.
"Let's go home, Ratchet." he smiled, not letting go of Ratchet's hand.
"Yeah, let's," the lombax replied, smiling back, squeezing Clank's hand a little bit as they drove away.