(A/N) I'm alive again! Sorry fans, it's hard though. Teenage drama and school plus tests and finals and me being in an over all bad mood doesn't quite generate the writing juices… but fear no more, for I be back.

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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Ratchet sighed uneasily as the two left the military hospital. He couldn't take much more of it. So much disappointment in the span of an hour… needless to say, he'd never felt worse in his life. As the automatic sliding doors buzzed open, he was quick to raise one of his hands over his eyes. It was a fairly bright day, and he could see Sasha mimicking in his movements next to him. The two walked across the hot pavement, bound for Sasha's hover car.

"I'll pop the trunk for you." She said, clicking the trunk open. "Throw your stuff in there." She said motioning to his bags.

"Thanks Sash," he began spitefully, "I didn't know." He shot her an evil glance, quickly throwing his bag of clothes in the trunk and heavily slamming it shut.

The two opened their doors and simultaneously sat down. The Cazar then pulled out of the parking lot and began buzzing her way home.

Ratchet stared out the window, only thoughts of he and her together like before. He remembered everything. His first attempts at wooing her, the first time they talked, their first date, the first time they made love, even when he asked her to marry him, which seemed to strike him more painfully than the others. It made him too completely utterly sick… he looked up, every cloud in the sky resembled something of Sasha… one was her face, her small perky ears up on end with that loving wide smile. Another he saw shaped the form of her captain's headband…. Even such a little piece to her struck him like lightening. All the trees resembled Sasha… one of her waving at him… even the wind sounded like it was smiting him. Tears began forming in the Lombax's eyes as he turned his head and hit it against the window.

Sasha took notice and reached an arm over, letting her delicate hand touch his shoulder. "Something the matter, Ratchet…?" She asked, almost obviously knowing exactly what was wrong.

And suddenly, every tree the resembled her, every cloud the formed in her shape, even the wind, were all swept from his mind… the trees seemed to thrash angrily as the clouds whipped across the sky, almost showing signs of frustration. The wind picked up and made a loud screeching sound that hurt his ears.

"I'm just dandy…" he said lowly, sinking his face back into his big yellow paws.

The duo continued their way down the road in mostly silence… Sasha didn't even want to turn the radio on, fearing a bad reaction. But something just had to be said.

"Ratchet," She began, momentarily taking her crystal blue eyes off of the road. "You know you're more than welcome to stay for however long you need, right?" She said almost pathetically.

"It is my house after all…" He mumbled under his breath before looking back over at her.

"What was that?" She said whilst tilting her head in confusion.

"Nothing—" He cut himself off, "Yeah, I guess I'll have to stay a while before I can get back on my own two feet." He smiled half heartedly at her and sat up.

Sasha, out of nervous habit, fiddled with every last control in the car, trying to pass any form of time. From adjusting the still 'off' radio controls to drastically changing the car's temperature several times. Anything to make the hell a little less…. Hellish...

Ratchet smirked a little, his minded shifted between thoughts of her and his son… "So how is my kid?"

Sasha looked over, a very surprised look on his face. "Who, Max…?"

"Well obviously, Sasha…." He said cocking his eyebrow.

She sighed and shook her head. "He's just fine… He's healthy, good in school, well behaved… all you could ever want in a five year old."

"What does he do for fun… y'know that kind of stuff." He asked, very intrigued by his son.
"The usual… T.V., playing with his friends." She smiled at the warm thought of her son, making the situation a little less tense than before. "Oh!" She remembered, pulling out a small two inch by four inch picture out of the dashboard and handing it to Ratchet. "He just started playing Tee Ball too."

Ratchet looked down at the picture, the first time seeing his son, even on a piece of paper, for five years… He was almost afraid to look down, but of course, the Lombax did. He was instantly mesmerized. He looked almost exactly as he did when he was just a pup… the big ears and small nose and the cute little streaks that ran across his ears.

"So, um, does he know that Kevin isn't quite his real dad…?" He asked in discomfort.

Sasha giggled lightly and looked over at him. "Max is smart, Ratchet. He know Cazar plus Cazar does not equal Lombax…" She went off to laugh a little.

Ratchet, himself, smirked a little at the comment.

It was the one and only thing keeping him sane throughout this entire ordeal… he still had his son, no matter what. He could get Max to like him, know him, spend time with him… Max had no sociological requirement to Kevin and Kevin alone… who knows, maybe he did have a shot.

Just one shot…

(A/N) I'm back:D

Hope you all enjoyed…. Oh and by the way, I will be posting this after all of my chapters…. Because it'd make me happy…

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