Chapter 12: Answer's on the way

Ratchet looked at his robotic hand. He tried to remember something…anything but it was becoming harder and harder. Memories were fading away.

"Common ratchet try to remember what happened…" Ratchet's thought's kept going to Rachel.

SOMETIME IN THE PAST…

Ratchet lay in a corner unconscious.

"I don't get it." Connor said from his cell across from ratchet and Rachel's

"Why dose he freak out like that?"

"It was my fault. I used my hypnomatic on him too much…and now he's screwed up. At first it wasn't even a problem…but now the smallest thing seems to set him off." Everyone turned to look at ratchet. He had seen a Tyrranoid guard and freaked out. Unable to control his anger he would always rampage around smash walls, break whatever he could, and sometimes-even try to harm Rachel. He never wanted to but it was out of his control So Rachel would always knock him out.

Ratchet stirred…Rachel ran to his side. Ratchet opened one of his eye's the other one was swollen shut…not from Rachel…she wouldn't always hit him. She would sometimes put him in a sleeper hold. It was more from the guards. Since ratchet was always vomiting and getting dirty real fast they would clean him up a little…they were never happy to so they would beat him up for no good reason in addition to the beatings he would get from interrogation.

"Sorry." ratchet said. Ratchet covered his face a took a deep sigh.

"What am I going to do?"

"We'll figure something out…eventually." Rachel said. But she didn't mean it. She knew how things worked. Ratchet would eventually starve to death and so would Connor. Then she and clank would probably be servants. The system was all around suffering. Clank and Rachel would have to see their friends die and then serve the tyrranoids every beck and call.

"Do you think so?" Ratchet asked.

"No" she thought to herself.

"Ya…"

Rachel was usually the one who would comfort and calm down Ratchet. All four would talk all the time since there was nothing else to do. But Ratchet and Rachel were getting close…really close. Ratchet still didn't trust her completely but he was pretty sure that she was on their side.

PRESENT TIME

"Was it just the heat of the moment?" Ratchet thought to himself.

"Or…"

THE RECENT PAST…(by the way when I say "Recent" I mean like maybe within a week or two of "PRESENT TIME".)

"I wonder…what happened to the other's." Ratchet said…grabbing Rachel's full attention. It was the middle of the night and Ratchet was aware that she was awake. She was worried about him. She realized that he would stay awake some nights.

"The other's?" she asked

"Quark, Helga, Scrunch, Al…every time I think about them I fear the worst."

"Ratchet you really have to stop beating yourself up about that."

"I should have listened to you…when we were and Grelbin." A tear came from his eye.

"And Sasha…I should have gone back for her."

"Ratchet if it's anyone's fault it's mine…if I hadn't come-"

"But that's different. That wasn't your fault. You didn't have control of yourself."

"Neither do you!"

Ratchet sighed.

"I can't stop thinking about the tyrranoids…how I'll going to get them back for what they've done to me."

"You have to stop-"

"But I can't Rachel. I can't stop thinking about all the soldier's on Grelbin. And most of all I can't stop thinking about the Q force and Sasha."

Ratchet put his hands to his face and began to cry. Ratchet crying was always made those around him feel weird. Since Ratchet was such a tough guy it was rare that anyone would see him cry.

Rachel sat down next to him concern in her eyes.

"Sometimes I want to give up. Just give in to it."

"Don't say that."

"You don't know how it feels. It's like seeing what your doing and knowing you don't want to do it but doing it anyway…and you just want to…" Ratchet just sighed unable to find the right words. He turned his head to go back to sleep

"Wait." She said, sitting him back up.

"I don't want to talk anymore." Ratchet said.

"We need to." Ratchet shook his head. She put her hand on his.

"No we don't."

"Ratchet you have to stop thinking about all the negative things, try to think about something happier."

"We're in prison…I keep screwing up…how can I think of something happy."

"Ratchet seriously ok. Just try to look on the bright side"

"There is no bright side!"

"Then don't think!"

"Tell me one thing that I did that didn't mess things up or something that's on 'the bright side'"

"I was a drone before I met you."

"What do you mean?" Ratchet asked

"I didn't really think for myself. I just did what I was told. I had no personality. But then I met you. And when you reacted so negatively to me I got angry. And from then on I started to feel all these different emotions and I became someone with a personality…an identity. The reason I asked you all to call me Rachel was because I didn't want to be a tool anymore, even if I was a tool used for good. Not only did you give me my personality back but also if it weren't for you I wouldn't know that I had a life before being a robot. And I owe you for that.

Ratchet looked up at her surprised. She held his hand a bit tighter. Ratchet faced her so that they almost face-to-face. The two moved into each other slowly and kissed…

Ratchet and Rachel stared at each other blankly. What the hell did they just do?

PRESENT TIME

"Who am I?" Ratchet asked himself in thought, as the world suddenly seemed to brighten. He was in a big white room. He looked on his shoulder to see the Patch that said R2 on it. Suddenly footsteps entered the room.

"Hello R2." A male voice said.

"Who are you?" R2 (Ratchet) asked?

"I'm R107 and you're my new partner." R107 started unlocking R2.

"Partner? What's going on?"

Ratchet was finally seeing some progress but unfortunately he wasn't conscious to be able to whiteness the answers that he so desperately wanted.

THE END

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