A/N: Okay, so this has over a million different ideas rolling through it. I've tried to write this since March; when I got the Jak and Daxter HD Collection, but things haven't really been flowing like they should have been. This story begins at the end of Jak II, at the celebration of the defeat of Kor. Then it moves on through Jak 3. Enjoy!
Torn smiled at the woman across from him in the bar, they were in a booth away from the party antics. "I can't believe he did it." He said to her, taking a large gulp of his drink and feeling his dreads with his fingertips. The bright-eyed woman merely smiled; "Of course, he did. He's not as stupid as you originally thought." Torn smiled back, she was always so intoxicating, her smile contagious. "Cara..." He said simply, looking down to his glass; "Do you..." He stopped short, seeing that he was-once again-alone. Jak had poked his head in, his deep blue eyes giving him a confused expression; "Who are you talking to?"
Jak wasn't going to lie, he's noticed Torn chuckling and having a good time alone in the booth he was sitting in, which he did neither of those things. Seeing that he was talking to himself, made Jak's curiosity get the better of him. Then again he knew where curiosity could get him, more wumpbee stings.
"No one." Torn said finally after searching his head for an answer for the young male. "Just myself."
He turned away then, trying to recall how long it has been since she died. Two years? Three? He couldn't remember. Jak sat across from him then; "Don't give me that crap, Torn. You've been sitting here alone cracking up and having a good time... By yourself? " Jak and Torn weren't that close; however his sudden symptoms of crazy just reminded Jak of himself. He was constantly fighting with the Dark eco inside of him. Hell Some days he would dream of fighting himself in efforts to control it.
Torn sighed;"It's none of your business who I was talking to." He couldn't tell him what was really going through his head. How during all of this he was slowly losing his grip on reality. Cara was always there to bring him back, that was until she was apart of the suicide mission two years ago. She had saved his life and so many others from death, yet she never came back herself. Just get him back to the city. I'm going to search for more survivors. He remembered those words so clearly, he honestly didn't want her to go on her own. He couldn't fight, the Metal Head army that was looking to invade the city was too strong. Most of them were dead, but the strongest had survived; "Don't..." He had said in barely a whisper. She looked down to him, her emerald eyes shining as she looked into his deep blue ones. I can't stay... I have to do something, Captain. I'm sorry.
"She never came back..." Torn said, looking to Jak. "She's dead."
"Who?" The blonde asked, his brows raised. It was like Torn was in his own world, trapped in the trauma of the past.
"Cara." He said finally after a long pause.
Cara, the woman who saved so many. The kindest of the guard. His dearest friend. The woman he refused to let go of... Even in the end.
Cara was the one who kept him sane through all of his duties as Captain. She was like his right hand man-woman. He smiled at the thought of her, becoming lost in his thoughts. If she had lived, if she had survived... This war may have not been so daunting. There had been several times where Ashelin had found him talking to himself. Asking him the same question; "Who are you talking to?"
"Cara was a good soldier. I just... I still can't believe she's gone." He wasn't the kind to live in the past. He just wished that there was something he could've done differently. Something he could've done to save her.