Two years after going their separate ways back to their dimensions, Both Ratchet and Rivet were thinking about each other even though they had lovers, but those "lovers" weren't as lovely as they seemed.
Will our two favourite Lombaxies meet again...
It had been a week since Jackson attacked and everything was cheery. Both lombaxies had recovered and were back on their feet. Ratchet was getting use to being a "Iron Lombax"; that was the nickname Rivet gave him as a joke since he now has a arc-reactor, and Rivet was more happier and was taking care of herself more.
Now they were having a arm wrestle and, obviously, Ratchet was struggling to push Rivet's arm down. Little did he know that Rivet was also struggling to push his arm down, since she was using her real arm just to make the game a bit more fair.
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"you can give up at anytime...!" Rivet rasped as she surprisingly was keeping a straight face, "I won't judge..." "Awe, are you getting tired already Riv...?" Ratchet rasps back, he wasn't keeping a straight face, "I should be me saying that!"
Rivet rolls her eyes as she adjusted her fingers over Ratchet's thumb and easily slams Ratchet arm on the table. Ratchet lets out a yelp as he pulls away and clutches his hand in pain. Rivet looks at him with guilt and concern in her eyes, "You ok?" She asked, "I hope I didn't break your hand!"
"No No Riv. It's OK." Ratchet said, shaking the pain out of his hand, "I went through worse as you can see."
Both lombaxes giggle at each other until all the sudden two towels shot into their faces. "all right you twin Sylvester Stallones!" Mort called, revealing to be the one who threw the towels at them, "can you sweat anywhere BUT the kitchen table?! I'm about to get dinner on!"
At first, Ratchet and Rivet looked confused until they realized that they were having their arm wrestling match on the kitchen table which was drenched in their own sweat. "Crap!" Rivet snorted, "S-Sorry Mort, We'll be outside."
As she said it, Riv grabs Ratchet's hand as they both rushed out of the house. Mort does cross our arms and shakes her head, "Teenagers..." she said.
"actually Mort, they're both 25." Kit corrected her, "that's way over teenage years."
"I know that!" Mort whines, " you don't have to correct me, Bumblebee!"
Kit gives her a bland look, "for the last time Mort...." she said, "my name is Kit and I don't know who the scrap is Bumblebee!"
"well watch all the movies and TV shows about cars that turn into robots!" Mort snapped, "You'll find the answer as quick as a bee!"
Kit Rolls her eyes, "if you say so.... Bieber."
"BEAVER?!" Mort shrieked, looking at her with an offended expression on her face, "are you calling me a beaver?!"
"what? you call me Bumblebee!" Kit snaps back as she begins to leave with Mort yelling behind her.
As the beaver-like creature and the robot argue over the most smallest of things, Ratchet and Rivet jogged out of the house, giggling their tails off. Ratchet then smiles at his albino counterpart, he was happy to see or even heard her giggling again. It was a beautiful sound.
