Chapter 6: Sleep tight, don't let the Protopet bite!

The two of them drank their tea without a word. The occasional side glance from the pair at one another occurred but, anytime they met eye contact, immediately their eyes darted elsewhere.

Angela's mind was filled with dread, anxiety and embarrassment. She sat there staring at her ceramic cup, barely a sip taken from it. Dancing steam swirled from the cup, her hands gently cupping the outside as to not to burn her delicate hands. All she had wanted to do was lock herself in her room, curl up and disappear, but Clank had forced her to come watch his favorite action movie with him, and she couldn't say no to him. He was much too adorable.

Ratchet was sat up straight, no relaxation shown anywhere on his covered body. He had grabbed a blanket located under a box Angela had pushed him into and was beginning to finally warm up. As he sipped the hot tea, he stared directly ahead as to not show Angela what was truly going on inside his head. A pair of beautiful, soft, fur covered breasts, that had both squished his cheeks. If he had of suffocated then and there, he knew he would have died a happy Lombax.

Clank was quietly reciting each line of the movie to himself. He was surprised Ratchet wasn't telling him to shut up, but he figured his buddy was just too tired to really care. After all, he knew he hadn't slept in over 24 hours now.

By the time Ratchet had finished his tea, his mind was telling him he needed a bathroom badly. It was quite difficult finding any sort of rest stop in this part of the Bogon Galaxy, and his efforts on holding it all in had finally gotten the better of him.

"Umm… Angela, where's your ba-"

"Hallway, second door, left." Angela replied sharply, wanting as little contact with him.

"Right, thanks."

Ratchet proceeded down the hallway, taking his second door to the left and flicking the switch on the wall as he entered. The rooms light whizzed on, taking a few blinks before it remained on. It was a small, cramped area; however, he was glad it wasn't completely trashed like some of the building's other rooms. The only mess located in here was the numerous vials and solutions of makeup and strange girly things Ratchet wouldn't have the slightest clue were, spread out along the sink.

He freshened himself up, now completely relieved. He started to relax his muscles a little. His mind was still processing everything which had happened. Nearly forgetting Angela, rushing to save her and being made a fool, having her gorgeous body on top of him, it was just all too much.

He sighed heavily, his eyes were beginning to shut by themselves and he stumbled into the hallway, arms stretched out in an effort to give his muscles some much needed circulation.

Down the hallway, the lights were now off. The silhouettes of Clank and the girl which wanted him dead were briefly highlighted by the Holo-Screen. As the scenes changed, so did their appearance. One-minute bright light had encased the pair, and the next they had disappeared into darkness. Ratchet decided to search for a spare room to sleep. He didn't want to bother Angela again, in fear of being stabbed, or worse.

He opened the door directly opposite the bathroom, hoping not to somehow stumble into a rat's nest or some other horrible creature seeking shelter in such a horrible storm. A large window appeared before him, metal bars built on the outside. Moonlight was streaming into the room, seeming to almost be presenting the large Queen-sized bed before him.

Like a moth to a flame, the beautiful flow of the silky blankets and pillows covering the bed drew Ratchet closer. Without thinking he let himself fall face first into the warm embrace of the bed. His brain was completely out of whack. On top of being extremely tired and freezing, his mind was constantly racing and the thoughts on the events of today had just mentally pushed him to the limit. He didn't even think to check if this was the spare room or not. He just tucked himself in and within seconds he was out cold.

Half an hour later

"Clank I'm going to go to bed, it's super late and I just need some time to recover after today. I hope you don't mind"

"It is not a problem Miss Cross, I will see you in the morning!"

"Okay, feel free to sleep wherever, just not in my room okay?" Angela chuckled to herself. She had good feelings about Clank. He was smart, funny and overall just naturally had only the purest of intentions. If only some other moronic buffoons were like him…

She got up and left her cup in the sink, knowing she would clean it up tomorrow. There was a lot of work to do on the house, but she truly didn't know how long she would even be here until they all would have to travel to Megacorp Headquarters.

It was the last thing she wanted to think about right now. She walked down the hallway, yawning. Turning right, she entered her room, her window shimmering with moonlight. She undressed herself, only leaving on a pair of sweatpants on. She knew how hot her bed gets during the night and refused to wake up with a hoodie filled with her sweat. Her eyes were already closed as she crawled into bed, covering herself with her blankets. It had been so long since her sheets had been on her skin, and it was good to be able to feel at home again. Even the blankets somehow were already warm, normally she would freeze until the heat of her body was captured by the fabric around her. She grabbed one of the two pillows above her head and pushed it down in-between her thighs, an old habit she found comfort in, almost like hugging an old friend.

She drifted off to sleep, trying to forget the horrible day it had been. Surely it can only get better from here on out, right?