Okay, honestly I don't care if anyone thinks this thing sucks, constructive cristism would be appreciated, but I won't hold my breath.
This is a project I did because I wanted to. I'll do another Jak story when I get a good idea. It fun doing Jak fics though. They are vague on many details, so you can come to your own conclusions on a lot of things.
If I've changed tenses, please tell me, thanks.
Jak and affliations belong to Naughty Dog.
The next time Jak saw the kid, it was at the Tomb of Mar. It was a truly unsettling feeling. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered someone say it was probably...
"...deep, pitch-black, 'sure to be filled with to the brim with painful death' old tomb... I wouldn't go in there."
Jak blinked confused. Daxter just said that after Jak had thought it. The kid was silently whimpering, showing the fear Jak knew they both felt. Jak touched the child on the shoulder. The kid's fear almost instantly disappeared and Jak felt the strange wave of deja vu again.
"Welcome Heir of Mar. Finally the chosen one stands before me."
"Do something, Jak!" Jak was already running before Samos yelled out. He half heard Daxter's repeated complaint, that was a main reason why he wasn't going to let the kid in. He slipped under the door. Daxter realised what he was doing and tried to get out of his reach. Jak grabbed his tail and swiftly pulled him under the door.
He knew what Samos and Kor were saying.
He's gone to face the tests!
No he's gone to his death.
FREEZE! There were guards coming. He'd left them to be captured... He'd make it up to them, when he got out.
Shit.
Jak was startled to say the least, when he saw two Samos. The one he'd come to recognises at from here, younger without the whitened hair that truly came from dealing with Daxter, and the older mentally scarred one that was definitely his timewise. Jak barely opened his mouth before his Samos went on a rant. Daxter managed to yell out Jak's thoughts about as clearly as they were in his own mind. Jak looked to the younger asking if he knew what the hell happened.
"You're you! I mean the other you! I mean... You know what I mean." Daxter puttered out, pointing randomly in his confusion. The younger Samos, who was less annoyed just looked at the older, sizing him up.
The young Samos moaned on how crabby he became, the older looking worryingly at Jak.
"We need to find the kid!" he yelled over Daxter. The greener Samos back chatted him sarcastically.
The two fought with each other loudly, as Jak just looked between them annoyed. Daxter was the one to try to break them up surprisingly. The buzz of the warp gate was sweet relief from this confusion.
He went to the bar. Thankful Krew was getting his 'beauty nap' as he called it. He was curious as to what made the lard-ball run in his sleep. Sig told Jak silently to come over. Jak came over without even another motion to tell him. Sig stared for just a moment, before he turned down to his drink and took a deep swig. He turned to Jak again, and tried not to think of Mar.
"You boys are alright." He said quietly to the pair, only being slightly influenced by Jak's likeness, "and since the boss is out of it right now, I'm going to give it to you straight." He muttered not looking Jak in the eye. He grinned half-heartedly. "I've been Krew's heavy for years," Three years, he added to himself, "And I've done things I'm not proud of..." He shook his head at all the dead ends he'd come across so far. "But this time, I think Krew's gotten himself and us, into something nasty." He looked at Jak, knowing he could feel it too, from the look in his eyes, knowing what Sig was asking him. "I'm thinking of getting out." Going home. To Spargus.
Daxter didn't catch it, obviously. "Aw... Sig's beginning to like us, Jak. Come here you big lug. Hugs for everyone!" He joked walking across the table as Jak rolled his eyes at him. Sig swept his hand at the idiot and continued.
"Knock it off! I think Krew's trying to-" He cut off hearing the shortened and waking noises of Krew. Daxter went to open his mouth, Jak's eyes just stared into his own begging him to try to explain it further. Just try. "SHhh! he's waking up..." he half-heartedly denied them.
Daxter looked cocky and stupid and began to 'butter up bun boy'. Jak watched from behind him with silent lauughter. Sig could see the innocence in the laughter, and wondered where it came from. Haven wasn't kind to children. It would be a miracle if Sig found Mar with that laughter still in him. Jak turned to share the mirth with Sig, but caught his expression. His smile died down quickly and he looked at Sig, I'm sorry. The look was so much younger than Sig expected. He only saw a child before Krew broke him out of the daydream.