Basically just the epilogue. 'Nother shortie.
And if you'll notice, I left a little hint as to what may have happened between games...
Although his desent into sleep had been normal, how Ratchet awakened was quite different. He felt a warm, furry pressure against his lips, and when he opened his eyes, there was Angela. She was more than likely asleep, seeing as how he didn't know what time it was, and what seemed to be a tender kiss was more likely just sleep movements. He'd get her either way, though. Without a mischevious smile to betray himself, Ratchet gently extended his tongue and licked her lips. She jumped back, almost immediately, though the reaction was delayed a little bit. So she had been awake, after all! And enjoying it, too, it seemed; she had been a bit reluctant to break free of him.
"Sleep well?" he teased, laughing a bit.
"Until you woke up, yes," she replied, sounding perfectly serious. It seemed she had stolen more than a kiss; she had taken a few of his smarmy remarks as well.
Ratchet shook his head, grinning, and stroked her hair slowly. She didn't balk at his hand. Instead, she leaned foreward a bit, as if to kiss him again. However, a sudden giggle caught both their attentions. Turning to look, they found Clank, a holorecorder in his hands. "Clank?!? Oh, you're a dead robot!" After a momentary struggle to untangle himself, Ratchet was scrambing around the house after the small bot. They really were like brothers, right down to showing embarrassing holograms of each other to everyone in sight. The only trouble was, most little brothers didn't have a nearly-impenetrable compartment in their bodies in which to hide the incriminating holos.
At once point, Ratchet nearly succeeded in recovering the device from his robotic friend: he had him by the legs and was shaking him quite roughly, but that quickly stopped as the robot converted himself to Thruster mode and fired up, almost burning the lombax's hands. The holorecorder rattled inside him as he fell to the floor and shot off again, keeping ahead of his very angry friend by any means possible. The chase continued for quite some time - Ratchet was in good shape, and robots don't get tired. However, they eventually decided to give it up.
Laughing, Ratchet rejoined Angela on the couch, where she was now sitting instead of laying. He grinned at her and laid his head in her lap. She placed her hands on her hips in mock annoyance and laughed, shaking her head. They were an odd pair, yes indeed. Strange and awkward, but, for the moment, perfectly happy. Yep, that little vacation Mr. Fizzwidget had suggested certainly had paid off.