(Edit: 10/28/2017 It has been brought to my attention that the receiver of this gift does not like my work anymore, and does not appreciate the hard work that was put into this story. This user has also apparently been bullying other users in this Archive, ones that do not deserve the flaming or abuse. Because of the disregard for others and the verbal abuse towards me and other people, this gift has officially been retracted.
This gift is no longer for the user, it is now a gift for the people of the Ratchet and Clank community. I figure I should gift this story to those that actually deserve it, and although I cannot give this to the people who were flamed or bullied [since that would single them out and I don't think they're prepared to get a gift that was originally for someone else], I hope the Ratchet and Clank community enjoys what I wrote, and accept my apologies for waiting so long before taking action.
I hope you enjoy the story you guys! I will try to get out the third part over my Winter Break, since school is taking up all my time, and the anniversary fic is a big priority on my to-do list. Enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank or any of its characters.
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Have you ever felt like time was slipping through your fingers? Like you had to make one of the biggest decisions of your life, and the clock was actively working against you?
Ratchet squeezed the leather-covered steering wheel and gritted his teeth as Grim's words echoed in his head. He fought to control his rising anger as he pushed his foot down against the gas pedal.
Why don't you want to come back to Veldin?! Don't you know where your home is?!
The grey, beat-up 2009 Ford Mustang tore through the grassy fields outside the shimmering Midwestern city, trying to escape it all. Behind the car, the city beamed lights into the night sky, blocking out some groups of stars yet standing as a dominating symbol of human culture. The pale, silver moon hung right in front of the path of the car, and Ratchet glared at it as his eyes began to tear up.
You can't tell me you want to stay on that planet out in the middle of nowhere?! Sure, Veldin's a backwater planet, but at least we're part of a collection of planets in a galactic civilization! Compared to Veldin, Earth's a primitive wasteland! How could you want to stay there?!
The yellow Lombax shook his head and focused on the dirt path in front of him. Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together...
The car screeched to a halt right next to a lone tree that held an abandoned tire swing, and Ratchet slammed the clutch into Park.
He bit his lip, anger and despair churning in his stomach and threatening to release the dam behind his eyes. Ratchet squeezed his eyes tight and took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He swallowed as he regained some control over his emotions, and slowly opened his eyes as he looked back up through the windshield of the car.
Back at the city, the light pollution blocked out the stars from his view, but out here in the countryside, he was able to see the beautiful teardrops of light. The moon seemed larger out where Ratchet was, and beamed down on the grassy outskirts, illuminating the land around the car in a silver glow. The tire hanging from the tree stayed stock still, it's rope frayed near the base of the knot, as if someone had loved swinging on it for a long time before suddenly abandoning it to the elements of nature and the harsh effects of time.
Ratchet took one last, long, deep breath before relaxing his body against the leather-covered seat. He leaned his seat back, and stared out the windshield before giving a frustrated sigh and putting his seat back up in the driving position.
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Fanfiction(A gift to the Ratchet and Clank community) Ratchet is torn. He has been on the planet Earth for a year now, and he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to go back to Solana, but with the threat of disappointing his friends and family weighing him...
