(A/N) Sorry mates, I know it's been a while, but I've just been going through one of those times in life.

Nonetheless I am back and ready to write!

Keep the reviews coming, they make me happy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Ratchet and Clank. Insomniac Games does. I DO, however, own the ideas entitles to this fan fiction. Please, now, enjoy reading.

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Sasha's heart sank and every emotion in her body was led adrift, mingling in the blackest spaces of time and her brain.

"R-r-ratchet…." Was all she could repeat for what seemed like eternities smothered upon eternities.

Ratchet's head shot up from its tiresome state on the bed.

"Sasha!" He shot up like a spring loaded with tension.

He stood up quickly; still not aware if what he was seeing was real…

It was five years

The two slowly stumbled to each other. The two locked eyes, both visions blurred with forming tears.

They embraced and as the two met Ratchet's warm yellow fur felt just like home to the Cazar.
Ratchet wrapped his large hands around her petite body and began to stutter more.

"Sasha—I, it's been… What has—"was all that he could think of in the heat of the moment.

Sasha's mind had completely drifted away from the fact she was in the arms of the man who was no longer her husband. Not the father of her latest child. Not the crying shoulder for the past five damned years.

Not… anything

Ratchet broke the hug and looked directly into her crystal eyes. He noticed every detail, every fine particle, every aspect of perfect detail in her sobbing eyes. Every little fine matter of her beautifully delightful face was once again restored to his absent memory.

The two faces closed in distance to each other and for the first time in five years their lips met once again.

Ratchet felt and went over ever aspect of her lips and tongue making sure nothing had changed. His flushed memory being restored with all the great aspects of his former wife…

And then it hit…

Like a damned bus… it hit

Sasha broke the kiss immediately, not taking her husband's forewarning.

She stepped back hesitantly, nearly tripping several times.

"Sasha… what's wrong?" Ratchet asked, extending a hand and walking towards her.

"No… Ratchet, just no—I can't you don't understand…" She said swatting his hand away and taking a few more stumbling steps backwards.

"Sasha, honey, it's me… why? What's wrong…?" He said still moving to her, the only thing on his mind the scared cazar.

"Ratchet! No!" she said now in complete tears. She felt behind her feeling a cold wall. She slithered back to it and got as far away from him as possible.

"Why?!" Ratchet asked now but a few feet from her.

"Ratchet…" She began slowly. She reached a hand out. "I'm married."

"Yes! To me—" Ratchet's heart sank, finally realizing the hostility. "No… Sasha… how could you." He said stepping back and putting a hand on his head.

Sasha Started to move at him. She realized the magnitude of the situation and how serious this was. "Ratchet, look I can explain—"

"You said forever." He said slowly… "Forever is supposed to be forever."

"You were dead, Ratchet!" She said throwing her arms out. "Ratchet it was 4 years… you were dead!" She said raising her voice.

"Then what the hell is THIS?!" He said motioning at himself. "Or am I just a fucking ghost?!" He yelled turning around and facing the wall.

"What the hell would you do if I left for four years?" She asked quickly. "I know you sure as hell wouldn't wait until I magically appeared."

"Yeah, well I wouldn't go slutting myself to get another date!" he said turning around and looking at her in anger. Her eyes no longer resembled the beauty they had just a minute ago. The detail was gone, the luster, the beauty. All he saw were vats of hate. He couldn't take it. He never wanted to see her again.

"SLUTTING MYSELF?!" She said raising her voice to a very angry level. "I didn't date for three years, Ratchet." She said lowering her voice calmly. "I waited three years, Lombax. I gave you a chance and you didn't come back…" She said lowering her voice to tears again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have decided to stay on that hellish land!" He said sarcastically.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes just recollecting the facts that had so suddenly came to each of them. Gathering the true meaning of the situation.

Ratchet went and sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples and letting out a long sigh…he thought to himself… "God… a new husband. It didn't even cross my damned mind… How could I be so stupid… this should be one of those things you just think of. I love her still… far too much to just let her go. But I can't just steal her away, she's better than that. I'm a nutcase, a freaking lunatic. I don't even know where to begin with myself. There has to be some good…" Ratchet shot up in the bed. "Max, Max, Max, Max! I've hardly thought of my own son! I can still get to know him… that is if he's willing to let some random creep come in on his life claiming to be his father. Still, I'm sure he'll at least give me a try…" Ratchet's thoughts wandered off and on like this for what seemed like hours…

Sasha shifted her position lightly on the hard wooden chair she was seated at. She knew she had to tell—Or at least offer Ratchet to stay at her house. But she felt that after delivering such bad news he might even feel insulted.

"God… why Ratchet? Why is this so hard… I tried so hard to forget. Every night crying myself to sleep knowing you'll never hold me in your big yellow arms again. It hurt so much. I-i- I love Kevin… just keep telling yourself that, Sasha, you love him more than Ratchet—" That final though broke it. "More than Ratchet." "No… I can't—I don't love him. It's been too long for love. I don't love Kevin more because he's the only one I love."

Sasha forced herself in and out of denial. The back of her mind knew she still loved Ratchet… but that was the last thing that she was willing to admit.

Ratchet took a deep breath in… "So what's he like?" He said solemnly… just asking the question made him choke up.

"He…?" Sasha inquired, though she knew exactly what he meant.

"Don't beat around the bush…" he said sharply and looked up at her.

"He's nice… I met him on the Phoenix…" She continued slowly. "We… erm, had another baby recently."

Ratchets ears drooped even lower, her words cutting him like a rusty knife.

And that's all there really was to be said…

"Ratchet?" Sasha began.

"hmm?" he said looking up once again.

"You're more than welcome to… come back to the house and stay as long as you need to." She got up and walked over to him and rested a hand on shoulder.

He lightly brushed it off by turning the other why… he was obviously a little upset.

"I don't want to freeload…" He sighed and stoop up.

"I wouldn't even closely consider it that." She tried smiling warmly.

Ratchet looked back and took her for what she was…

Nice… but not his.

"Come on, Ratchet." She began, "Let's go home."

Nice… but not his…

(A/N) Sorry guys, my life has been… hectic to say the least. No free time, friend problems, I lost my dog for 70 hours.

Anyway, I just had to update because this story is in fact alive.

Please REVIEW… it really keeps the fire going.

Thanks guys.