Love does exist

Chapter 5

Surviving the impossible

I opened my eyes and I was surprised that I wasn't dead. I saw a white light before me though.

- Do not go toward the light. I told myself firmly. But the light seemed to move and had...wings? I cautiously went toward the light and it reached its hand out.

- My daughter. The being infront of me pretty much resembled light Jak. She had pale blue skin and was wearing a toga. Her eyes were white along with her long flowy hair. Long, graceful wings rested behind her. She smiled ever so tenderly and I felt a sense of security. She reached her hand out and stroked my face.

- Oh my daughter. She repeated gazing at me. I stared at her confused.

- Am I dead? I asked my voice rang out into the endless darkness; the only source of light was my 'mother' as she supposed.

- No, your not. Her voice was calm and smooth. I sighed in pure relief. I was about to ask about how she could be my mother but she interrupted me.

- I'M your birth mother, the one that you lived with on Earth was a Foster mother, I had to send you away so Praxis, the Metal heads leader couldn't reach you, I went to Spargus, where I met your father, your real father. She said calmly. This was a lot to take in at once. This meant, that Ashelin was my sister and that I didn't have any memory of my past.

- But what about Isa? I asked, worried.

- Isabelle is one of your true sisters; she was only guarding you until you were old enough to come here. She answered putting her hands behind her back, her wings swishing lightly. But that didn't explain the fact that I was still alive, despise the tons of bullets that were shot my way. My mother, who seemed to have read my mind answered.

- your alive because your needed here, Jak needs you, if you left him, he would be devastated and his little orange friend would be too, your his light and he needs you by his side whatever is the cost. Her words faded off and I opened my eyes for real and I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I felt a ball full of warmth on my neck. Orange filled my vision and I realised the little source of warmth was Daxter who was lying under my chin. One of his legs would kick and his ears would twitch but there was no reaction from the little furball. I brought a sore arm up and gently stroked the silky fur in a calm manner making him coo in his sleep. He groaned and yawned, sat up and looks down at me for a second before yelling.

- Jak! Jak! The furball yelled jumping off the bed and toward a door. I saw him climb onto a dresser to open the doorknob and saw him slip through the slit of the door swiftly, only to come back only few seconds later with a relieved Jak, who immediately rushed over to me. Without a word he took me in his arms, holding closely, as if I was going to disappear. Even if the hug was hurting me, I stayed there. I heard a sigh of relief come from the green-blond renegade, but it was a bit shaky though. I felt something warm but wet hit my shoulder, who was bandaged along with numerous parts of my body who had been hit. I pulled away only slightly, only to see, a few tears rolling down Jak's cheeks. I had made him cry, I felt so bad to make him like this. Maybe I was truly his light, he would be lost without me, so it seems. I wiped the clear liquid that rolled down slowly then dropped down as they reached his chin. He looked at me like a child would look at its mother, after getting hurt on their bicycle or by tripping down when playing outside. I buried his face into my shoulder and stroked his head longingly, in a calming manner as his shoulders shook. It broke my heart seeing him like that, crying for me but touched me also. He cried his pain and sorrow into my shoulder; it would be less weight on his shoulders. I then felt Daxter hug my waist and I almost literally felt the relief course through his small form. I'm sure that worry was eating away at him, poor thing. He nuzzles my bandaged waist in an almost affectionate movement. The shake of Jak shoulders cease and I felt him relax against me. He pulled away and I wiped the remaining tears on his tanned cheeks. Daxter slowly pulled away, absently wiping a tear away from his furry cheek. Jak's ocean blue eyes gazed at me in what seemed tender look. He ran his thumb on my cheek, as if to make sure I was real and alive. Like last time, his gaze shifted to my lips for a brief moment before it came back to my eyes. I felt butterflies in my stomach and he slowly leaned closer while slowly sliding his gloved hands on my hips. I hesitantly wrapped my slender fingers into his green- blonde locks of hair. His eyes were only half lidded, gazing at my lips intensively. He leaned closer and our noses brushed softly against each other. My heart was thumping against my chest and I had what seemed like a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Our lips touched slightly and I jumped lightly and he opened his closed eyes to gaze into mine. My green into his blue. I closed my eyes and after what seems like minutes I felt his lips brush ever so softly against mine. I got lost in the feeling, almost melting into his embrace. It had been a long time since I've kissed someone. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer almost flush against him. I twirled some of his hair around my fingers. Damn, he was a good kisser. Weird, Daxter has been quiet for a while.

-Hey wh- He was cut off when Jak took a pillow and threw it at him silencing the fuzzy ball. As he deepened the kiss, I felt sparks on my lips and fireworks going off in my head, but it didn't mean he saw the same things….