So I actually got this idea from a story I read on AFF. It is a pairing I never really thought about until I read that story. It's called 'Marks' by musashden. Be warned, if you go looking for it, it gets graphic and the first chapter can be a bit rough. But it is where I got this idea.

If musashden happens to be reading this, hope you don't mind me borrowing the idea of a couple of things. I fully credit them to you, and will tell everyone what they are in the endnote.

Disclaimer: If you recognize the characters from the Jak and Daxter series, then they are not mine.

Italics are Erol's message to Torn

Normal is what's going on

Here the Chapter Starts

Torn, if you're getting this message, then… Well, let me say what you always wanted to hear me admit. My pride was my downfall, and my short fuse made me a sore loser. There, happy?

Boots stomped on the ground as he ran through the slums, shadows dancing over his features as he aimed to the one destination he did not think he would ever return to. But he has to. He has to!

I have a confession, and a request I doubt you will turn down. My confession is that I lied to you, Torn. That final night we had, you asked me if I was in heat, and I lied through my teeth. As much as I wanted to tell you the truth, I knew what you would do. I wanted the opposite.

Crumbling pavement turned to hard metal, his heavy boots clanging on the new texture. Damn him, he cursed as he kept pushing his aching legs, his burning lungs taking breaths deep enough to fuel him.

Even after, when we both knew what was going to happen, because you were expecting it and I was given the order. I kept quiet. If you won, then you just have to deal with the guilt of killing me, if you would feel guilty about it at all. If I won, then I would still have a piece of you to keep. I hoped, anyway.

"Damn you, Erol," he growled. He doesn't get to die on that damn racetrack then tell him something like this through a message labeled as a 'just in case'! If he weren't already dead, he would beat the man senseless!

No one picked up on it while I was in the hospital after you were through nearly killing me. It was too early. I was actually scared that it didn't work.

"Hate me," he told his ex before their fight. "Don't love me anymore and don't you dare ever forgive me" were his words. That was all he said before sinking his knife into the other's side. Before he started to beat him, leaving enough injuries and marks upon his body to convince the Baron that they fought, but that Torn still won. That he refused to play by his rules anymore. Not that he got away unscathed, either. Erol always fought back.

We both know what the Baron would have done if he found out. I would be charged with treason, probably another 'volunteer' to the Dark Warrior Program. And our child would be thrown into the Commander Program as soon as he started to walk.

Their child. He almost killed his own child that night years ago. And Erol didn't say a damn word of his little plot!

I had him in secret, and it took a lot to cover up the gained weight. I went through hours of labor and gave birth to him alone, no one helping me bring him safely into this disgusting world. I raised him mostly alone, Nana helped, without the Baron knowing anything about him.

He has to hurry. Has to run faster. As late as it is, there are no randomly parked zoomers to borrow. But he has to get there before the Krimzon Guard arrives to clear out the space. Protocol when it comes to a Commander's death. Everything in their quarters gets cleared out and investigated, mainly so the Baron can find something to excuse the death when a new Commander succeeds the previous.

I know you said to hate you and to not forgive you for what you did to me. I'm sorry, but I could only follow half of that order. I can't hate you, Torn. Every time I look at our son, I'm reminded of the happier days we had. Hell, why were we ever in that damn program? Why was I?

Running around a corner, he had to jump back to avoid being spotted by the two guards outside. Hopefully, they haven't found the boy, or if they had, that they haven't taken him anywhere.

Regardless, you're a father, Torn.

He pulled out his pistol, counting the ammo already loaded and what was on his person.

He's a good boy. Intelligent. Usually happy, but perceives everything.

Letting out a low exhale, he slipped into the mindset he locked away after running from Baron Praxis. One mission. One goal. Other lives are pointless. Remove the threats. Get to the objective.

And with me gone, that leaves you.

He stepped out of the shadows, leveling his gun to the guards quickly then firing off two quick shots, one for each forehead.

You know the protocol.

The bodies crumbled to the ground and he darted back into the shadows as more soldiers came out of the building. One was struggling to hold a small boy that looked four, which would match up with the timeline, with auburn hair and golden eyes.

My request is to get to him before they do. Take him from this madness.

The one holding the boy was left alone as the others started to search the area. One looked over the two dead, checking over the bodies uselessly.

Please, Torn, save our son. Save Tryk.

Unseen, he fired off more rounds. At the second bullet, the still standing guards ducked for cover. The one holding the boy pressed against the wall, gun to the child's head, as though using him as a shield. In his Commander Mindset, that guard just made himself Torn's number one target.

He doesn't deserve to suffer like we did.

The guard's head exploded from the bullet piercing his skull. The child fell from his dead grasp, scurrying back into the building. Probably looking for a new hiding place.

He knows of you, who you are.

He lunged forward, knife drawn and slicing across one throat as he headed towards a new target, shooting another off to the side on his way. As soon as one was alerted to who he is, saw the marks inked into his skin, they knew they would not get out alive.

He knows you'll keep him safe.

When the last fell, he sheathed his knife and holstered his pistol as his feet carried him into the building the boy had run into. It was not hard to find the correct apartment that Erol once lived in. It used to be his. No, theirs.

For the record…

He stepped inside the familiar space, scanning the area. He could see the body of an older woman in the doorway to the kitchen, blood pooling under her.

"Nana," he identified, kneeling by the deceased woman. The oldest resident in the building, filling in the roll of 'Grandmother' to everyone she deemed needs one. She always looked out for him when he wasn't taking care of himself. She must have been looking after the child when Erol was working.

A soft gasp drew his attention to the bedroom. Calmly, he approached the door and eased it open, catching sight of tiny feet slipping under the bed.

…if I could go back in time and change anything…

He crouched by the bed, one hand on top for leverage as he bent over to look underneath. Wide golden eyes upon a terrified face looked back at him as the small body tried to shuffle back.

…I would not change a damn thing.

"Tryk?" he called gently. "Hey, it's okay. You can come out. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

The boy let out a low whine, wild eyes darting around to see if any other feet were around the bed. "Where's Papa?" the child asked fearfully.

Torn swallowed thickly, then shook his head. "He's not coming back home," he answered.

"Why?" Golden orbs focused back on him, thin lips quivering as water beaded at the corner of his eyes.

"He had an accident," he explained lowly. "I'm going to take care of you now."

Hesitantly, the boy started to crawl out, Torn backing up to give him space. His breath caught in his throat when he was able to fully see the boy. He looked a lot like Erol, but with his hair color, eye shape, and even the structure of his long ears.

Tryk looked up at him, still scared but curious. His head tilted before he looked to a picture off to the side. Torn stole a quick glance, seeing the picture Erol insisted on after their first month of him training the other. Happier times, indeed, before both knew it would not last. They knew how it would end, but they went through with it anyway.

After studying the picture, Tryk looked back to Torn. "Are you my Daddy?" he asked weakly, sniffling.

Giving the boy a sad smile, he nodded. "Yeah," he choked. "I'm your Daddy."

Tryk shakily stood up, wrapping his slim arms around Torn's neck and squeezing as tightly as he could. "Papa said to wait for you," the boy explained. "Before he left to race. He said 'hide from the guards and wait for Daddy'." He sniffled, tucking his face into Torn's shoulder. "They hurt Nana."

One arm scooped the boy up as Torn rose to his feet, the other hand pressing against Tryk's back for support. "I know. I'm here now," he reassured, blinking back salty water threatening to spill from his eyes. Erol told their child that before the race, meaning he knew there was a chance that he wouldn't make it back. "Let's get home."

I still love you, Torn. I never stopped. But I never forgave you.

Here is a line!

Ashelin walked right into the Underground Headquarters as easily as she would into her own bedroom, standing in front of his table with her hips cocked to the right and one hand on them. "So," she started, ignoring the fact that Torn hasn't even looked at her. "Those bodies around Erol's place are your doing, I'm guessing."

"Maybe," he deflected. "That why you're here?"

"Where's the kid?" she demanded.

"Kor is watching him," Torn replied, thinking she was speaking about Mar's heir.

"Not that one," she clarified. "Erol's boy."

Torn froze, looking at her with a glare.

"I know you two were together before you left the guard. I know Tryk is yours. So where are you stashing him?"

He huffed, turning away from her and going to the door off to the side. "He's safe," he reassured. "I won't let anyone harm him."

Here the Chapter Ends

Okay, so the parts that are mined are the following:

-The 'Commander Program', which was not given a name in "Marks" but the principal of it is the same. Basically, there is only one Commander. When one is trained, they either kill their predecessor, or the current Commander kills his protégé. Baron's idea, if I understand correctly. And because of the Program, Torn has this mindset for when he is in 'Commander Mode'. Meaning he blocks out everything to focus on one thing.

-The part about Torn beating Erol to near death, that was also mined. Though there was more to it than that in "Marks". In that story, it was more of the two agreeing to the beating, though Torn was doing it to make Erol hate him while Erol (I think) just wanted it to be convincing enough to fool Praxis.

-And last but not least, the bit when Torn told Erol to not love him and to not forgive him. One of the best moments in "Marks". To me anyway.

The rest is mine, unless it has been done before. In that case, I don't have a clue about it. 'Tryk' is pronounced as 'Trick', in case anyone tried to pronounce it as 'Trike'. There may be more to this story later on, and there may not be. More stories connected to this one may stand alone. Or they can be added onto this one.

But I am already getting ideas. (Tapping fingers together like a villain)

And the final note of this chapter, in case anyone wanted an explanation to the mpreg aspect of this story, Alphas and Omegas concerning the male gender. Deal with it. There is not enough Mpreg in the Jak and Daxter section around here!

Let me know what you all think! And if i should continue this!