A/N: Here is the next chpater. I don't know when i will get the next one written, but hopefully it will be soon. Thank to all my reviewers, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

Jessica FrancesChapter 1: Rescue Mission

I sat in a dark, grimy cell, my head leaned up against the hard wall. I was far from comfortable, but after two years of imprisonment one gets used to aches and pains.

I was covered in dirt from head to toe. My hair had grown out past my waist, limp and dirty. I had on prison garments that were stained and torn.

The only reason I was still alive was just a few cells away from me.

I saw Jak almost daily from behind the bars of my cell. He was led to the chair, that was also visible from my prison, and was tortured with the Baron's dark eco treatments.

I, too, had been through experiments, but not with dark eco. Instead I was given large doses of red, yellow, blue, and green eco. The Baron had this idea along with the Dark Warrior program, he might also be able to make some sort of supped up soldier. Like Jak, the treatments had no lasting effects on me that the computer could find. The only thing that changed was that from the green eco I was able to stay healthy. I was able to channel the other eco easily enough, but eventually my body would run out of it and my bio reading would return to normal.

The Baron had started to become as impatient with me as he was with Jak. Everyday he upped the amount of eco given to me, and everyday nothing changed.

I knew that soon Daxter would be coming to save Jak. Hopefully, in the process, I too would be saved.

I was mulling this thought over while Jak was being pumped by dark eco, overseen by Praxis and Errol. Finally, the machine stopped and read out Jak's statistics.

"Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged." I had come to expect this line everyday, hopefully waiting for other lines that would signal the end of imprisonment.

"Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different!" Praxis said. I sat up straight, my long ears straining to hear more.

"He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments' Baron Praxis. I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed." Errol said. Finally! This was what I had been waiting for! It was only a matter of minutes before Daxter's arrival.

"You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!" Praxis said, grabbing Jak by the collar and shaking him. I felt brief anger at the sudden roughness being used on Jak.

"What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!" Errol inquired of Praxis.

Praxis growled. "I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures! Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!" He looked over at my cell. "We will not need the other failure either…you may do with her as you wish after he is taken care of." Errol grinned menacingly. Praxis walked off.

"As you wish," Errol said leaning towards Jak. "I'll see you later." He walked over to my cell and looked through the bars, straight into my eyes. "And you…I shall see you tonight." I snarled at him, but he just turned away and left.

As Errol walked away I began to feel mounting excitement. Finally, I saw a platform rise, with Daxter standing on top of it.

"Ding, ding... Third floor... Body chains, roach food, torture devices." He threw off a bag, and jumped off the platform onto Jak. "Hey buddy... you seen any heroes around here?" Looking at Jak an expression of shock came across his face. "WHOA! What'd they do to you? Jak, it's me... Daxter!" Jak attempted to look at him, but fell back in pain.

"That's a fine hello! I've been crawling around in this place risking my tail," he stepped down onto Jak groin making Jak flinch, "literally, to save you! I've been looking for you for two years! Say something! Just this once!!"

Daxter got his wish. A look of rage came across his face and he suddenly became alert. "I'm gonna kill Praxis!" he yelled.

"Shhhhhh! Right now, we gotta get you outta here." Daxter went towards Jak's left hand and looked at the straps holding him down. "Just let me figure out how to open the security locks for your chair so…"

Daxter was interrupted by Jak, who began to growl and snarl. Jak began to pale in skin color, and his hair began to turn gray. His nails turned black and became long claws. He began to grow horns. He broke the straps holding him in place and quickly jumped up from the chair.

"Or aaah... you could do it."

He began to advance on Daxter.

I felt my heart skip a beat, and my breath caught in fear. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked upon the man I loved. In all my excitement of being freed, I had forgotten what had happened to Jak in the last two years, and what he had become.

" Easy now. Easy buddy," Daxter said backing up. "It's me, Daxter!"

Jak stopped and changed back to his normal form. "Daxter?" He seemed pretty dazed.

"What the heck was that?! Sheesh, remind me not to piss you off! Come on, tall, dark, and gruesome." Daxter jumped onto his usual spot on Jak shoulder. "I, uh, brought you some new threads. Put 'em on."

Jak rummaged in the bag Daxter had brought, then took off his prison garments. I turned my head, slightly embarrassed. Not until Jak was dressed in his new clothes did I look up again. He, of course, was wearing a long sleeve blue shirt, white pants, and boots. I noted all the differences in his appearance that I had come to expect. His hair had grown longer, making it lay back, instead of straight up, like it used to. He now had a goatee. But the biggest difference was his eyes. They no longer looked alive with happiness, instead they looked dark, and full of pain.

Then he looked straight at me, and I felt almost overwhelming sadness. I could tell that their was relief in his eyes when he saw me, but I could no longer tell what he was saying. Their were no words in that look.

Jak ran over to my cell, looking at me through the bars.

"Jess, oh thank god," he said, "you're okay."

I nodded.

"How do we open the cell?" he asked me and Daxter.

"I dunno," I said. "Some sort of chip key goes in to a slot to make it open, I think."

Daxter smiled. "I have one right here, just for this very occasion." He handed Jak a thin strip of metal, and Jak used it to open the cell door. As soon as I was out I ran into his arms.

" I got you some clothes, too, Jess," Daxter said. I walked over to the bag that Jak had left in the floor. I put them on and looked down at myself. I was wearing camouflage pants, with boots like Jak, and a black halter that wore like a belly shirt. Leave it to Daxter to get me something slutty, but still they were nice and they actually looked good on me.

"What do you think?" I asked the boys, who had their back turned. They turned around, and Jak just shrugged.

Leave it to men to ruin a girls ego.

"Let's get out of here," Jak said holding out his hand.

TBC...

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