Hey! So this is a Twin AU that's completely self-indulgent on my part. Completely un-beta'd and while I'm planning on keeping things kinda close to Uprising's OG plot (sorry all who don't like that) this is be more freeform and flowing and I'll just go with the flow.

I hope this entertains you! :)

Jake sat there in the cell, right next to the girl he dubbed "Smalley", bouncing in left leg erratically.

"Wouldn't have gotten caught if you had just let me pilot."

Smalley scoffed. "There's no way I would let you pilot my Jaeger."

That started a small argument; nothing spectacular just certainly louder than they had any right to be considering the situation they were in. They were cut off by a pair of PPDC officers entering the cell. They pulled Jake up to his feet and led— well dragged— him into an interrogation room. A site familiar to him.

He sat there going over his explanation of how that pile of junk hadn't been his; he didn't even know the girl. He just got caught in the wrong place and wrong time.

The small hologram projector that sat mounted on the table clicked to life and the projection of an officer appeared before him. Or rather the projection of a Marshal.

"It is good to see you, Jake."

He swallowed, "Hey sis."

They talked for a bit, simply catching up the way siblings did, Jake keeping most of his exploits vague while Mako told him about some of the events that had been going on at the base and some of the advancements made in Jaeger technology. His twin brother, Finn, had come back some two years ago from America along with some other Rangers.

"Wow..." Jake mumbled, realizing how much he had truly missed.

Mako fell silent for a moment, simply taking the time to really take in her brother. She thought he looked tired and wore out. "Jake—"

"You know..." he cut in, "I shouldn't even be in here really."

Mako raised an eyebrow at him. "You were caught in an unregistered Jaeger."

"Not by choice," Jake said only to realize how dumb that sounded. No one got caught in an unregistered Jaeger by choice. "I don't even know that girl."

"You know I cannot let this slide. You already have a criminal record a mile high."

"Come on," Jake slid his chair forward. "I wouldn't do well in jail. I'm too pretty."

Mako looked unimpressed. "Jake."

"Listen...I just need my sister, to help me out of here." He pleaded. "For the last time."

There was a pause where Mako took her time, straightening her military issued jacket. "There might be a way I can help," she said softly.

Jake clapped his hands together and sat back. "That's more like it," he smiled, "I'm all ears. Tell me what I have to do."

"I want you to re-enlist."

Jake balked at the idea. "What? Mako..." He scoffed. "I'm too old to be a cadet."

"I don't want you to be a cadet. I want you to train them."

"I don't want to train children!"

"We miss you, Jake," she said softly, "Finn and I...Nate as well."

Jake fell silent at the mention of his ex-co-pilot. He shook his head a bit. "I can't re-enlist."

"It's either that or jail time."

Jake groaned.

A smile pulled at Mako's lips. "I have a transport waiting for the two of you."

"Two?"

Then she was gone, the hologram clicked off. Jake sat there for a moment and rubbed his face. This was going to be a mess, he knew it. Coming into contact with people he hadn't seen in...well in nearly ten years, he didn't have a good feeling about this.