Disclaimer: Disclaimed

A/n: Ugh! I have horrible writer's block. Sucks cause I love this story and I have no ideas for it. bangs writing book over head. Ow.

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The next morning found Clank sitting at the kitchen table with tired, bloodshot, red, eyes.

Last night, he had finally let out all the grief, all the emotion he kept bottled up. Al had been kind enough to spend that time comforting him. Even though it had happened so long ago, he never found true peace over what happened.

Al sat across from him, solemnly silent.

Neither felt the need to break the silence.

Clank sniffed. Al's eyes shot up. He sighed.

"Maybe we should get out of the house for a little bit. Maybe walk around Central Park? Get some fresh air."

Clank stared at Al for a moment.

"C'mon Clank, you need to do something. You can't just stay in the house all day!"

Clank sighed. "I know Al, just not now."

"Okay." Al patted Clank's hand and got up to watch T.V.

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Loud banging echoed throughout the house some hours later.

Clank growled softly. He had been taking a nap on the couch. He wanted to ignore it, but since the banging was too obnoxious, and Al was no where insight, Clank got up to answer the door.

"Finally! I thought you would never answer the damn door!" Clara pushed pass Clank, making herself comfortable on the loveseat near the window.

Clank stared at her oddly for a moment.

"What did you forget?"

Clank's confused expression was the only answer she received.

"Monday Movie Night? You know the one night of the week where we get together and watch that amazing thing called a movie." Clara was agitated.

Clank knew something was wrong. "What is wrong, Clara?"

"Oh nothing. Jim broke up with me." Clara sighed. "Oh well, time for the clubs again."

Clank smiled slightly.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Clara.

"What?"

"You seem . . . I don't know . . . off today. Is it because I was too smart for you prank yesterday?" Clank opened his mouth to protest.

"Which reminds me!" Clara exclaimed, silencing his protest.

"Continuing with our 'alien theme', I brought this . . . " Clara tossed out a DVD case with the word "War of the Worlds" on it. Clank could tell it was a rental, for it didn't have artwork on it.

"Plus, I want to stare at Tom Cruise's ass for two hours."

Clank rolled his eyes.

"What?! He's hot!" Clara protested.

"You think every actor is hot." said Clank.

"Well . . . yeah."

Clank shook his head, and sat on the couch.

"I brought popcorn!" Clara dung into her seamlessly endless bag of junk.

"Found it!" she exclaimed.

She walked into the kitchen, looking for a microwave.

"Hey, Clank?"

"Yes?"

"Where's your microwave?"

Clank stared confusedly at Clara.

"You know that big, box-type thing that cooks food in five minutes." Clara made some boxlike gestures with her hands.

"Oh," said Clank, realization dawning on him. "I think there's one in the attic."

Clara knew that the "attic" was actually just a room, filled with junk and knickknacks. Clara was confused.

"Why is it in the attic?"

Clank shrugged. "I think Al threw it in there."

Clara rolled her eyes. "Of course. Al thinks all technology is useless."

Clank stuck his tongue out, in a childish manner, at Clara's retreating back.

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Clara sneezed. Her allergies were acting up, as dust and dirt floated into th air.

"Stupid Al," ranted Clara. "Why can't the microwave be in the kitchen? Where it belongs. No, it has to be in the attic," Sneeze. "I swear, Al is gonna pay for my Clairten!"

Clara rummaged through boxes of assorted knickknacks and plain old junk. Clara roared in frustration. "I hate this. I'm just gonna burn this place down." Clara's temper was starting to get away from her, making her irrational.

She threw a box of delicate china across the room. "Oops." she said, no remorse evident in her voice.

She tossed a couple more boxes around, making a symphony of crashes. She didn't care if she broke anything, too intent with her mission. Clara was just about to give up, when she noticed a big box in the corner.

"Yay." She ran over to the box, ripped it open and found the microwave right on top.

"Thank god! I've been dying for some popcorn." Clara mumbled to herself, practically hugging the cooking machine. She stuck the box under her arm and turned to walk out of the room.

"Goddamn it!" Clara cursed. She had stubbed her foot on a rather large book.

She was about to kick the book across the room, when she noticed something. It wasn't a book, rather, a photo album. Curious, Clara picked it up, turning it over in her hands, until she saw the cover.

The word Memories was inscribed on the front, along with some funny symbols on the bottom. Clara noticed some gray paper sticking out from the sides and recognized it as newspaper clippings.

Curiosity piqued, she slid one of the clippings from between the pages. She noticed the same funny symbols written on the page, as the ones on the cover. Clara noticed a strange picture in the middle.

It was of a catlike being, with wide green eyes, and large ears. Orange, striped fur covered his body, and he held a large, gun-like object in his large, five-fingered hand.

Clara thought it was a fake newspaper clipping the Clank made out of sheer boredom. But, why would he do that? Thought Clara. Clank was Clank, and would never so something so pointless as making a fake newspaper clipping. Besides, why would he keep it? It didn't add up to Clara.

She pulled another clipping from the folds. This one showed a diminutive robot, wearing a James Bond-esque suit, with glowing green eyes. Clara giggled a little at the pose he was making.

Clara put the two newspapers side-by-side, trying to see why Clank would have something like this.

Finding no logical explanation, she rolled them up and walked out to the living room.

"Hey Clank?"

"Yes?" asked Clank from the couch.

"What's this?" questioned Clara, holding up the two clippings.

Clank turned around to see what Clara was talking about. His eyes widened and he jumped up and snatched the clippings from Clara.

"Where did you get these?" demanded Clank.

"They were in a box in the-"

"GET OUT!" commanded Clank.

Confused, Clara tried to calm her blonde friend.

"Are you-?"

"GET OUT," demanded Clank again. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!"

Clara didn't think twice. She ran.

When the door slammed shut behind Clara, Clank slid to the floor, crying.

Al came out of the bedroom, hearing the ruckus. "What's wrong?"

Clank rubbed his face. "It is nothing, Al."

Al knew not to push Clank when he was upset, so he left him alone, opting for making himself a sandwich.

"Hey, Al?" he heard from the living room.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still want to go to Central Park?"

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End Notes: God, I hate this chapter. It sucks. So bad. I could've done so much more with this chapter, but I didn't realize it until I started to type it. Now, I'm just too lazy to revise. Oh well. Just ignore the boring dialogue, hyper/angry!Clara, and the collection of plotholes that have accumulated in this chapter. Don't worry. This is as bad as it gets. Next chappie contains ACTUAL plot, so YAY! Oh and about the thing with Tom Cruise/ War of the Worlds, I actually HATE Tom Cruise (I think he's a pompous, self-right righteous, know-it-all, who talks out of his ass) and especially War of the Worlds (The effects were awesome, but Dakota Fanning was just annoying), but it was the only thing I could think about at the time (which wasn't much). Well, I'm off the watch The Breakfast Club. Too bad it's on TV Land. They cut too much too out. Until next time. Remember to REVIEW!