(A/N) Hello readers, thank you all of you who reviewed my fluffy oneshot. I 3 my readers. Haha.

Disclaimer: Wow, I mean wow. Wow, wow, wow. Wow… I don't own R&C.

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Ratchet woke up with Sasha in his arms sleeping softly. He kissed her on the top of the head and tried to fall back asleep. But before he could even take a breath his alarm went off. Six O'clock is murder. Pure torture, yet he continued it day after day.

Sasha slowly woke up, but before she could wake up peacefully Ratchet had already chucked the clock at the wall, instantly shattering it.

"Damn it Ratchet." Sasha began sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "That's the fourth this month…"

Ratchet looked over and noticed that his wife was still undressed from their night. He smiled and said, "One hell of a night, huh Sash?" He said.

But before he got an answer she was already in the shower getting ready for work.

"Guess so…"

(Phoenix Bridge)

Sasha sat in her big purple chair tapping away at the keyboard when her husband came up to her and threw a file on her lap.

"Few bogeys found their way to the Phoenix, we're not sure where exactly they are but they're potentially dangerous." Ratchet informed her going to sit down at his new co-captain chair.

"What's in the file?" She asked shaking the oarngish file.

"Possible people, weapons, race background info. All that fun stuff you need as captain. Have fun." Ratchet said laughing as he began looking through some much easier and less critical stuff.

"I hate this job. Why did I ever? You probably get better pay being a POW." She complained opening the skinny file.

"You know the sad thing? I wouldn't doubt it." Ratchet sighed.

"I wish we could just quit."

She began tapping on the board, and she found something.

"Well, if one of these guys is who I think he is, he shouldn't be able to penetrate the Phoenix's outer armor. But if he boards, he's dangerous. He's an ex-convict. Sent to jail for not following military orders. He's superior in stealth, so if and when he manages to get in, he could take out just about any important person on this ship—" Sasha stopped, noticing how much her life was in danger. She quickly ordered more security on the deck and put the ship in a level one lockdown. Air transports were securely watched and any unidentified ships were sent pulsing waves, rendering the craft useless.

"Babe, don't worry." Ratchet began putting his arms behind his head. "With me on the deck, there's no way anyone's getting to you." He said getting up and heading to his gun locker that he just recently installed on the bridge.

"I hope so…" She trailed off, planning her next move of action.

The next few hours went on pretty plain until a ranger entered the bridge reporting some news to Sasha.

The ranger looked a little nervous, he was probably a little tense from the situation.

"Ma'am, the fuel supply just arrived. We're going to need your signature, so follow me to the hangar." He began signaling her to come with.

"Okay." She said following the ranger.

The two walked until they reached the completely empty hangar.

Suddenly the Ranger leading her dashed off.

The lights then completely turned off, leaving her in a state of blindness.

"Hey, get back here!" She yelled. Sasha was nervous. She was alone and nervous.

She reached to her right thigh and grabbed her pistol from out of its holster.

She raised the gun and yelled, "Anyone here?"

She almost started crying when she heard a voice.
"Ahh." A dark deep voice said. He was hidden in the blackness. "Miss… Sasha, I believe?"

"Who the hell are you!" She yelled raising her pistol in the direction of the voice.

"My dear…" He began chuckling. "Don't be afraid. I have excellent opportunities for you."

"What are you talking about?" A questioned Sasha asked.
"So rumor has it, you hate your job here? True?"

"N-n-no." She lied a little.

Then a red light illuminated around the dark figure. It was hard to see. Maybe a lizard? Or a bird?

"Come with me… I have a job you'll just love. More pay, better sleep. And you can get away from your dumb ass husband."

(Phoenix Bridge)

Ratchet paced around the room waiting for Sasha to get back. He was beginning to worry and it was taking a lot longer than normal for her to get back from a simple fuel retrieval.

Just then a ranger came in and Ratchet quickly ran up to him.

The ranger looked puzzled.

"Sir?" he asked cockeyed.

"Have you seen Captain Sasha?" Ratchet asked looking into the eyes of him.

"No, I'm sorry sir—"
But before he could finish the Phoenix was shaking.

An intercom announcement came on from above.

"The Phoenix is under attack! Ratchet gather your men and defend the hangar. 502nd group defend the left ramp. Charlie defend the roof sector, suite up and make sure they don't get in through the roof!" The loud voice ordered. Before you could say fiddlesticks Ratchet and his group were sprinting to the hangar.

He was armed with his magma cannon while his other comrades mostly had dual vipers and arbiters for anti landing craft. Two back men were also armed with snipers.

"Snipers stop here prone and give us some support!" Ratchet yelled telling them to stop.

The arbiters took the 2nd line while Ratchet lead. A few crafts had already landed and were storming hangar.

Ratchet gave the open fire signal and bullets were everywhere. Ratchet flanked a group of four from the south, eliminating them in a few shots.

Four fighters tried to land but the heavy arms opened fire on the four, blowing up three and sending the last one into a crash landing killing almost all of the men inside.

The eastern door opened and seven men walked out in a very strategical position.

They ran and grabbed cover behind several ammo boxes, the snipers did their job and rained fire on them only getting one of the guys.

Two of them popped up and killed three of Ratchet's men.

"Damn it! Men down men down!" Ratchet yelled running for cover. On his way their he took a few shots to the back. "I'm hit!" Ratchet yelled in pain.

He quickly tossed a grenade into the pit they were hiding in, killing four of them.

The other two jumped out and sprayed fire for their life's sake. But the snipers did their job. Only the best for Ratchet.

After a few furious hours of combat it died down slowly and the attackers were fought off. Many men were lost that day and it was a sad one.

Ratchet walked back to his quarters, threw his gear down and noticed something, where the hell was Sasha?
"Oh… my… god!" he yelled. "Where's my wife!" he screamed again running out of the room. How could he be such an idiot. He forgot he lost his wife.

He ran to the statistics room.

He walked up to the man in charge and asked a question he'd hoped he's never ever had to ask.

"Is the captain alive? Did they find her? Where is she!" He said feeling tears come to his eyes.

"Sir! All bodies have been found and your wife wasn't one of them."
Ratchet's hopes went up.

"But… we have no idea where she is."

"Okay, thank you Lieutenant."

He walked out of the room with his head down. Tears dripping from his eyes.

(A/N) Because of some advice from a good friend. I'm going to think the best of this chapter, like it or not I'm going to. Because honestly I've hit a point in my life where I just want to go crawl in a hole and give up.

Thanks for reading.