Author's Note:

Hello everyone, and welcome to the long promised, and delayed, dedicated omakes collection for the Time Heals All anthology. What follows is a random assortment of extra scenes, cut content, and otherwise random drabbles from throughout the series; none of which are in any particular order, or necessarily canon compliant for that matter. Can't say I'll be able to update all that often, but I'll try to do so whenever I get stuck elsewhere or inspiration strikes.

Some might be long enough to take up an entire chapter on their own, while others that are much shorter will be grouped together to make up a chapter in their own right. The number before each entry is simply for reference purposes, and meant to make following any multi-part omakes a lot easier, rather than designating the chapter order. For example, the direct follow up to 1.0 would be 1.1, then 1.2 and so on, while the next separate and unrelated omake would start from 2.0 onwards. Hope that makes sense.

I'll also be accepting any reader generated omakes for the collection should anyone wish to contribute, all of which will be fully credited of course, and hopefully help to expand the setting's universe with a fresh perspective. Let me know via PM if you're interested or have something you'd like to post.

Oh, and one final warning before we start proper:

The following omakes will inevitably contain spoilers for Time Heals All, Whole Again, and any future sequels or side stories. If you haven't already read them and/or want to avoid any spoilers, I suggest you don't read any further until you have done so. Otherwise, sit back, relax, and hope you enjoy.

- RevenantReaper337

Disclaimer:

Ratchet & Clank, associated characters, organisations, and intellectual properties belong to Insomniac Games. All other real world organisations and products belong to their respective governments, companies, etc. Original characters, creatures, weapons, etc. belong to me.

1.0 Just Desserts

By RevenantReaper

(Post Whole Again, possibly canon)

It was a quiet morning in Megapolis for once, and the heroes who had only recently saved the entire Bogon galaxy were taking a well deserved day off. Ellen had taken Samus with her on a girls day out, Ratchet was busy tinkering in the small workshop that had been added on to their recently remodelled penthouse apartment, and as for Clank? Well, he had long since decided to catch up on his reading, and so claimed one corner of what Ellen had dubbed the 'invincible couch' while paging through one of the many books she had brought back with them from their excursion to Earth.

Said piece of furniture had gained its name due to being the only thing left standing after Thugs-4-Less' brutal assault on their new home a good few months back; shooting the place up in an attempt to eliminate both commandos and subsequently setting ablaze. Everything else had gone up in smoke - unsurprising given the predominantly wood-panelled decor - but in spite of being shredded by gunfire, burned to the point of melting, and tanking several autocannon rounds from Logan's gunship, they had found the thoroughly beat up piece of furniture to be one of the few left relatively intact enough to salvage upon returning a few weeks later.

As a result, they decided to keep it as a good luck charm of sorts, considering the vital role it played in ending the merc's siege, and with some serious patching up plus new upholstery it was almost as good as new. If nothing else, it certainly provided a rather comfortable place to relax in front of the massive replacement HV taking up one wall and socialise. Or to engage in far more intimate pursuits, if what Clank suspected his organic companions got up to in the early hours held true; especially given some of the minute traces his sensor arrays could pick up in spite of the upholstery being cleaned extensively.

Clank was just about to consider how to broach the subject of more thoroughly cleaning up after oneself to the pair, only to be interrupted by the doorbell's distinctive chime suddenly sounding out loud. Pausing in his analysis of the quite honestly fascinating printed text he was poring over, the little robot looked up just in time to see a golden-furred blur streak by on thundering feet. "Ratchet?"

"It's cool, I got it!"

Tilting his helm in curiosity, Clank watched as the excitable lombax skidded to a halt by the front door and punched the release button; grinning like a loon as it smoothly slid open to reveal a nondescript markazian dressed in a plain brown uniform with matching cap. "Package for a... Ratchet Lombax?"

"That's me!"

"Alrighty then. If you could just sign here, here, and initial here..."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Clank marked the book's current page and placed it to one side before slipping off the couch; the apartment's front door sliding shut once more, shortly followed by Ratchet practically bouncing past with an oversized cardboard box that entirely obscured his upper body. Servos whirling audibly as he tottered over to where the lombax had dumped his package on the nearby coffee table, the little robot's optics shuttered briefly in confusion at the Gadgetron logo stamped on one side before gazing up towards his long time friend with a querying tone. "Ratchet, what is this? I was unaware we were expecting a package today."

"I ordered it online a couple of weeks back, and it's finally here!" Ratchet replied with a pseudo-dismissive wave and more than a hint of eagerness towards the end; busying himself all the while with tearing open the box with pearly white, stubby claws and a metric ton of packaging within.

In fact, Clank calculated that there were no less than eighteen metres of wrappable plastic, six kilos of foam inserts, and three additional boxes within one another between the lombax and his goal; the items in question proving to be but a fraction of the surrounding container's size once retrieved and held aloft with a triumphant cry. A small pamphlet fluttered down from the resulting mess of discarded packaging, and upon further examination, provided Clank with a much needed clue as to what exactly had his friend so worked up.

"'Congratulations on your purchase of the Banooka and Granana Glove deluxe twin pack; the latest in a long line of quality products from Gadgetron Novelty Weapons Division'?"

"Isn't it great?" the lombax replied with enough enthusiasm for them both combined. "And to think they were practically giving this stuff away too! Just think of what we could do with these babies!"

Gazing upon the aforementioned objects with a frown, Clank would be the first to admit that the number of instances conceived of by his processor was very few indeed. Endeavouring to learn more about the dubious devices his long time friend had ordered from who knows where, the little robot continued past the cover note and a ridiculous amount of legal jargon and disclaimers, before finally reaching the product overview page he was seeking.

Help your friends and neighbours get their five a day while entertaining the whole family, with the Banooka and Granana Glove; only from Gadgetron!

Does a hungry co-worker on the far side of the office need a snack? Then you need the Banooka, with its combined long range indirect fire and laser targeting capabilities; packing more banana goodness into every round than any of our leading competitors. It even has an airburst mode for those difficult to reach targets, and a high capacity magazine that'll keep you going all the way past lunch time. Simply charge the internal battery, insert a patented Gadgetron Nanoclip, and spread potassium-based fruity fun wherever you go. It's that easy!

But sometimes even that's not enough, and when it comes to saturation, the Granana Glove has no substitute. Based upon the bestselling and widely acclaimed Bomb Glove Classic: Anniversary Edition, the Granana Glove is so intuitive that even a blind snagglebeast could use it. Each banana-shaped container is capable of either exploding on direct contact or bursting into mini banana bomblets in midair; blanketing the target area and everyone in it with deliciously pureed banana pulp.

The Banooka and Granana Glove; spreading the love of bananas across the people of the galaxy, whether they like it or not.

Clank couldn't help but frown at what looked more like an informercial sales pitch than an actual overview of the products themselves. It didn't help that the instructions which followed with each turn of a page were minimalist at best, nor were his concerns alleviated by some of the dire safety warnings printed along the margins at regular intervals. Especially when it came to one feature in particular.

"According to these instructions, the internal power cells utilise a form of crystalline fusion; one that can rapidly destabilise if charged beyond their recommended capacity for an extended period."

"Uh-huh," Ratchet murmured in return; far too occupied with assembling the last few sections of the Banooka and sealing them together to properly pay attention.

"To do so could result in a catastrophic failure, and voidance of product warranty," Clank continued; a slight hint of annoyance colouring his tone and green optics narrowing as he peered over the top of the pamphlet at his seemingly ignorant friend. "Along with significant collateral damage. It is recommended that you do not charge the product for any longer than 2.7 hours, and- Ratchet, are you paying attention?"

"Yeah, yeah, just a sec." The lombax waved a hand flippantly; the majority of his attention and other appendage focused entirely on tweaking one final screw. "...and done! Sorry, Clank, what did you say?"

"Never mind..." Clank sighed with a brief shake of his helm, abandoning the instruction pamphlet entirely and fixing Ratchet with a steady gaze. "Just promise me that you will not overcharge the devices."

"Ah, you worry too much," Ratchet replied with a wry grin and pat on the shoulder; pausing to scoop up both of his shiny new weapons plus their associated chargers before heading off towards the converted guest-come-storage room. Most likely due to the compact fusion generator installed there, which was perfect for his energy requirements, but also because it would then no longer be cluttering up the main living area; something that Ellen would doubtlessly approve of, given how often she had berated the lombax for failing to pick up after himself. "Believe me, I'll be careful. After all, I wanna see what these babies can do, and I can't do that if the batteries melt, right?"

It wasn't quite the answer Clank was looking for, but it would suffice for now. "I suppose so..."

"Well there you go!" Ratchet shot back from the converted guest room's doorway, having somehow managed to tap in the six digit code one handed without dropping his haul. He disappeared inside before returning a few moments later; resealing the door behind him and dusting off his now empty hands while padding back towards the main living area with a particular gleam in his eye. "Well, since we've got some time on our hands, how about a couple of games of Resistance: Fall of Blarg while we wait? Promise I'll go easy on ya."

Given how... competitive his friend could be at times, Clank somehow doubted it very much. Still, it would be a break from devouring Ellen's book collection, and if Al was also online, perhaps a chance for some stimulating conversation too.

"Very well then," he replied cordially; following the lombax over to the invincible couch and the imported VG8000 games console that was now permanently linked up to their monstrosity of a wall-mounted HV. "But I get to pick the first map."

"Deal," Ratchet agreed while retrieving his controller and passing one to Clank. "But just so you know, I totally own on Snow Fortress and Krieg Canyon."

It didn't take long for the game to boot up, and the duo were soon immersed in simulated warfare from the comfort of their couch; time blurring as their avatars fought against countless others across virtual battlefields, and complaining vehemently with each unfairly perceived defeat.

{()}

"Hey Guys, we're home!"

Clank looked up from the scientific journal he was perusing to see a cheerful looking Ellen enter the partioned kitchen area behind him, with Samus not long behind. Both seemed to be in good spirits, and judging by the bulging brand-named shopping bags each were barely hefting, had a rather successful day's excursion. Samus in particular certainly seemed enthused with the new outfit she was wearing; one that he easily recognised as one of Debonair's designs that was custom tailored to her diminutive frame, given how flamboyant brightly coloured it looked. Still, he had to admit to finding it rather appealing, and if the somewhat coy looks she was sending his way were any indication, then Samus knew this fact all too well.

"Hey yourself," Ratchet countered over his shoulder; turning away from the screen with an easy going smile and an appreciative eye roving over Ellen's new attire. "You two manage to find what you were looking for?"

"Mostly, yeah. Debby does good work, and it's nice to wear something that isn't armour for a change." Continuing, Ellen slightly lifted a bag to emphasise her next words. "Speaking of which, she managed to finish the first of those raritanium composite inserts you wanted early, and wanted to know when you could come pick them up."

"That's great!" the lombax positively beamed; controller long discarded and eyes alight with what Clank had learned to recognise as the beginnings of an inventing fury. "Me and Clank'll head on over in a bit." His unattended on screen avatar died in a hail of bullets, and the game's obnoxiously voiced announcer declared that 'Sgt. Zurgo' was now on a killing spree; having taken him out six times in a row without so much as a hint of retaliation, much to Ratchet's annoyance. "But first I've gotta show this guy who he's messing with. Damn spawn camper."

Lightly chuckling to herself, Ellen began to make her way towards the converted storage room with Samus in tow; voice raised over her shoulder and the sound of repetitive gunfire on the HV as she walked. "I'll let her know as soon as we've dropped this off and put the rest away, then maybe order something in for dinner. How's Markazian sound?"

"Sure, sounds good," Ratchet replied; eyes still glued to the screen. "Lemme know when you're done."

Seeing that his friend was otherwise occupied and likely to remain so for some time to come, Clank was about to go back to his book when something rather worrying occurred to him. Especially when he heard Ellen punch in the converted guest room's six digit security code, and realised that he had not seen his friend move from in front of the HV for quite some time. "Ratchet?"

"Yeah?" the lombax questioned, before whooping as he finally managed to bracket 'Sgt. Zurgo' with a quad-rocket launcher shot and end his spree. Something the spawn camping sore loser didn't seem to approve of, given the sheer amount of bile filtering through Ratchet's headset.

"Those new weapons that you left on charge; please tell me that you remembered to unplug them once they had reached capacity."

...

Ratchet froze for but a brief moment, not so much as a hair on his fur moving, before slowly turning his head around to face the little robot. The colour visibly draining from his features and eyes widening in horrified realisation.

"Oh crap..."

Before either could say or do anything otherwise however, a muffled explosion shook the penthouse apartment, followed by an acrid tinge of smoke and a rather distinctive 'splort' as a pulpy mass of banana flavoured slurry promptly redecorated the walls just outside of the secure storage room's still open doorway.

"RATCHEEEEETTTTT!"

...Which only served to emphasise Ellen's thunderously loud and, quite possibly, murderously pissed off voice reverberating down the hallway; Ratchet's ears flattening against his skull in an attempt to dampen it, cringing all the while. The infamous Pearce family temper was very much in evidence, and if prior experience was anything to go by, it was going to take a lot more than just flowers, chocolates, and an apology to placate the fiery redhead. Or to remain one step in front of her ensuing wrath for that matter.

Ratchet swallowed nervously, mind frantically whirling as he hissed out the obvious question. "What the hell do I do now?"

"I believe Pokitaru is nice this time of year," Clank suggested conversationally, and with more than a little amusement. "Perhaps an extended vacation is in order?"

That... sounded like a good idea right about now, especially since it was a whole galaxy away from an angry Ellen. One who had since stomped in to view with a viscous and distinctly yellow blanket coating her from head to toe; leaving a trail of squelchy clumps and a distinctly banana scented aroma in her wake. The only really visible thing was her cold blue eyes; glaring through the gunk and causing Ratchet to pale further still before he suddenly bolted out of the room with Ellen in hot pursuit, yelling dire threats all the while.

The pair soon tore through the glass doorway leading out on to the penthouse's private landing pad and subsequently disappeared from view, Clank venting a soft sigh as he marked the page in his book and hopped down from his comfortable perch upon the couch. Samus had yet to emerge from the scene of Ratchet's unintentional disaster, and although he was positive she was merely attempting to clean up the subsequent mess as was her nature, Clank deigned to lend his aid and subsequently keep her company until their organic counterparts finally returned to their senses. After all, the damage was rather minor all thoughts considered, and there was only so long the human could stay upset before inevitably forgiving the lombax.

Right?