A/N: My first Jak fic! Wahooo! I haven't written any fanfiction in a LONG time, so I'm all excited about this one! Basically, I'm a bit tired with all the other pairings, and I've read them all pretty much. So this is my Jak/OC contribution! Not to be confused with marysues! That would just sadden me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Title: Bless

Chapter One

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Haven City was thriving. It barely looked like the same place. Well, no, it wasn't the same place. So many things had changed. Buildings were no longer crumbling and being patched up carelessly. Zoomers were no longer slamming recklessly into the sides of homes and other passengers, causing unnecessary mayhem and damage. The most horrible parts were now gems in a place that was once dieing from corruption.

It was a wonder to Jak, who had arrived in this city when it was still falling apart at the seams, that it was the same beaten city. Now it was an entirely different place. Walking around meant just that. Gone are the days where he used to worry about bumping into some red-armored guard or a metal head or a bot.

No, these were the days of hanging around the Naughty Ottsel with Daxter and Tess, doing nothing but stocking things now and then. Well, there was the shooting range but, after you've beaten all the different gun courses 152 times, you get a bit bored with it.

"You know what, Jak?" Daxter's voice boomed out of nowhere, bringing Jak from his thoughts. The ottsel hopped up on the bar, narrowly missing a few bottles.

"What's that, Dax?" Jak glanced over to him lazily, staying in his sprawled out position at his booth.

"There's no excitement in the world anymore! No more ass to kick, no more junk to find, no mysteries to sort out..." Dax jumped off the bar and over to a box of supplies. He stuck in his head and started rifling around.

"We're going soft, man." Came his muffled sigh. His furry body popped back out two seconds later holding some form of decoration.

Jak just let his head hang over the edge of the red seat. Daxter was right, amazingly. They had finished saving the world and rescuing all the others. What was their purpose now? Sit around all day and mix drinks? Jak Mar was NOT a bartender.

"I'm going out Dax, see ya later." The tall elf moved to his feet, clipping the jet board to his back as he strolled out the door.

Tess called goodbye as the door slid open and he stepped out into the sun.

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The sounds of chattering people all along the streets and sidewalks of Haven only confirmed that Ashelin was doing a damn fine job of making this the place to live. Jak felt a small smile grace his lips as he glided throughout the gleaming streets. Zoomers were speeding above, impatient citizens bumping into each other every now and then with a soft clank of metal on metal.

Ashelin had once offered Jak his rightful place as King of Haven City at the final end of the war. Jak had declined, of course. He was in no way suited for the political systems that now have been running the city since the days of his father's, of Damas's, forceful release of the throne. If he had not been taken to the past maybe it would have been different. Those thoughts were worth little to him though, they only lead him down the frustrated path of should of's and could of's. As it was now, the City was barely the place for him at the moment.

In fact, Jak had another throne waiting for him in the Wastelands. A desolate place with only one known city and a handful of Precursor temples. A dangerous place that in it, thrived some of the most lethal creatures known to this world.

That was the place Jak Mar belonged in.

And who knows? Maybe one day he would return and learn from Sig, the present King. The older wastelander had already named him his heir without so much as asking. The cocky bastard.

Jak smirked to himself as he stepped off the jet board. His thoughts had stolen his attention from which direction he'd headed. The blue eyed warrior looked up in surprise as he saw he was now standing in front of the power station.

"Eh? Why not...Vin must be bored." He pressed his thumb to the access pad and the thick metal door slid open with a hiss.

This particular station was still active, but useful only to those involved with saving the world. Mostly because of Vin, who liked to zip around to the other stations and fix the errors all the new technicians were causing when he wasn't haunting his old home. It gave him a virtual heart attack but also kept the data-head busy.

"Vin?" Jak called out to the empty air. A soft desk chair clicked into place from its holding area under the floor.

"Vin? It's Jak, are you around?" His question stayed unanswered seconds later. He cocked an eyebrow and twisted the chair around to the panels and the large screen in front of him.

"Figures, even Vin's out doing something." Placing his feet up, he started to whistle. After five seconds of this he soon was bored again and started clicking away at buttons.

"Sig?" The screen above him was fuzzy as he made the connection between Haven and Spargus. Slowly enough, Sig's face popped up. His dark hair was now revealed as the spiked crown had finally replaced his head armor.

"Chili Pepper! How are you doing, son?" Jak grinned at the greeting. Sig had taken to calling him "son", seeming to fill the void Damas had been made to leave behind. It was now an affectionate term towards Jak that no one would ever talk about out loud. Fear of dismemberment was just one of the reasons.

"Not too bad, Sig. The city's a boring scrap heap at the moment. Get your ass beaten in the tournaments yet?" Jak gave him an amused look seeing the challenge in Sig's eyes.

"You'd like that, Jak, wouldn't ya? Haha! Some people just don't change!" The king touched his head and let out a strong laugh.

"No, not yet. Not very many viable new recruits for the scouting units these days. I guess not all cherries are like you, eh son?"

"Yea, I guess not." Jak gave a small chuckle before he looked back up to the screen.

"Any...interesting events going on in Spargus?"

"'Interesting' as in 'enemy activity'?" Sig paused for Jak's nod.

"Nothing alarming, there have been a few stray Metal heads tripping the alarms. We figure they're looking for a meal." Sig said seriously, an unconvinced look on his face.

"But?" Jak felt concern rise in him.

"They were scouts. I looked at them myself. How little things like that could make it out hear from the last known nests sets off a few alarms in my head." Sig said gravely, sitting back in his seat. Jak's face filled with worry. What did he mean "last known" nests?

"Anything you need help on?" Jak felt his worry lessen as Sig shook his head.

"As of yet, no. Until we see some proof of these sightings becoming more harmful to the city, we're not worried. If the sand starts kicking up, I know who to call first, son."

"I'll be here." Jak knew this was the end of their conversation; they never lasted much longer than this. Sig leaned forward, his dark face filling the screen.

"You know, Chili Pepper, you don't need a fight to bring you home."

"Yea, thanks Sig. Keep me posted."

"Will do, see ya later Jak."

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Sig closed the connection and sighed. Sitting back in his seat, he rubbed his temples. He wished that Jak would just come back already. There was so much to teach him and even though there was plenty of time, he couldn't help admitting that...he missed the kid.

Ever since he had met Jak back in the days of his spying through Krew, he could feel something about that boy that just told him to keep a look out for him. And to find out later, that Jak was the son that had gone missing just a few months previously at the time of his old comrade and friend, Damas? It was too much. The whole thing still made his head spin.

"Sir?" A young man stepped in, shifting nervously in front of his king.

"What is it, cherry?" Sig responded in his usual gruff tone.

"Kleiver sent me, he's asked for you to come to the water edge. He's finished a model for a water Zoomer."

"Finally, damn Kleiver has been taking months!" Sig grumbled out as he headed for the elevator, motioning for the young elf to follow.

Out in the busy streets of Spargus, the hot desert sun was still shining down. He felt immense satisfaction at the sight of it all. When he had returned, the city had been in need of some serious attention. So now, reconstruction was still going on. Some of the major buildings had been heavily damaged by Dark Maker attacks.

"Sir!" The young elf squeaks brought him back to reality. People were now screaming and guns were being shot rapidly down near the market area.

"Let's go, cherry!" Sig broke into a run towards the market area, following the screams. There were shocking blasts of purple coming from behind a building.

Some of the more burley citizens had whipped out their weapons and was shooting at the cause but without much success. As Sig rounded the corner, his eyes flew wide with shock and fear.

There were three large, purple Dark Makers attempting to get at something more off to the left. The men shooting at them were struggling to keep them from whatever it was they were after. Sig shook his head and growled, racing forward as the peace maker hummed to life and glowed as it warmed up for a fight.

"Where the hell did these things come from!" Sig started blasting and hit one that was getting past the other's wall of fire, taking it down.

The other two were quicker though, quickly noticing that a new obstacle had arrived. One moved viciously towards Sig, the other towards the lump in the sand. The king bellowed out as he butted the beast in the head with the end of his weapon and swiftly brought up his leg for a harsh blow to its midsection. The Dark Maker howled in pain and staggered bag. It screeched and lashed out with its claws and teeth, going for any part of Sig it could get.

"That's it, you little bitch! Go to hell!" Sig glared at it with pure hatred, shoving the peace maker forward and into the side of the creature. A split second later he pulled the trigger. The beast blew up before him, bits of purple landing everywhere.

Quickly, he turned his sights to the last. The thing was hunched over the lump, which Sig could see now was a person. He ran and leaped, landing on its back securely while wrapping his thick arms around the neck. He hauled all his weight backward, landing on his back and pushing upward with his legs. The Dark Maker went overtop of him landing a good fifteen feet away. Without a break, Sig jumped up, aimed, and blasted away. The beast finally yelled out in rage as it was destroyed.

The screaming ended and praise took its place. Citizens of Spargus knew they were well protected now.

The king turned back, winded. The person was getting up. He blinked as he realized it was a woman. A green silk scarf was wrapped tightly around her head, hiding really only her forehead. Dark teal eyes glinted in the sun back at him. Her lips curved into a thankful smile and she bowed before him.

"Thank you, strong King of Spargus, for saving my life."

"You're welcome, miss. Mind telling me who you are? I can tell you aren't from Spargus City." Sig leaned on his weapon, waiting for an honest answer. She smiled and looked him in the eye.

"They call me, the Blessed One."

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A/N: Took me a little while to figure out how I wanted this to start out, or work out for that matter, but I found a way! I was playing Jak 2 (...again), and this idea hit me so hard, it had be done! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Review please!