Chapter 4 – Life goes on.

Jak looked downward at the filthy stained bunkbed beneath him. His cerulean blue eyes focused on one spot.
Why couldn't their lives be normal like it once was? Just simple moments and memories, instead of fighting and…accidents…

He never thought for one second that when they found that warp gate that this would be what was on the other end. Jak longing wished that they could go back, to the golden sandy beaches of sentinel beach.

All he could think of was that accident, the accident that clouded his mind on repeat. The repetition of that one moment. Every minute of every day.

Everything was silent in the underground Headquarters until Jak heard heavy footsteps approaching him.

He looked over at the doorway waiting to see who was on the other side.
Did they have news about Daxter? Was he awake? These are the thoughts that pushed the accident to the back of his head.

A dreadlocked Smokey topaz coloured haired, 6 foot 1, teal blue eyed pale man marched in.

He glanced over at Jak with concern across his face.
"Jak, Are you okay?" He asked, which he knew was a stupid question. He started to walk over to the cerulean blue eyed boy.
"Yeah…I'm fine..." He said as realistically as he could as he went back to looking at the bed.
Bullshit, Torn didn't believe him one bit, Jak had been very still and silent since they got him back from the crash site. The poor boy was suffering with the thoughts swimming around his head.
Torn knew that Jak being in this state was not good for the ongoing resistance against the Baron.
Baron Praxis' forces were getting stronger. The underground started to have the baron's shadow looming over them. It was only a matter of time till they found the underground.

Torn's Pov

As I stood looking at the green haired boy sat on one of the old bunkbeds the shadow had brought years ago for the underground fighters. It clicked that maybe…Just maybe if I gave the rookie something to take his mind off Daxter, we might be able to fight back the barons forces that would be blowing off our front door any day now.

I gradually walked over towards the bed as I sat down carefully trying not to accidently sit on Jak's legs.
"I have something for you to do today, if you'd like to get out for a while" I explained.
Jak's head raised as my gaze met his eyes.

"What sort of something?" Jak asked me with one eyebrow raised. I sighed as I shifted on the annoying old bed.
"Well it's more of what Krew wanted..." I heard Jak groan quietly…He knew where this was going…
"You know the statue you found in the sewers?" I received a nod of acknowledgement as I spoke.

"Yeah? What about it?" He asked me with slight concern.
"Well Krew wants you to escort three men, Jinx, Mog and Grim to the statue. He's heard that there are metal head movements down there and you are the best man…available at the moment…" I didn't want to admit that he was the best man we've ever had.
He sighed, I was guessing that he was fed up with having to go in the rotten corps smelling sewers. I blame Krew for the smell.

Jak shuffled to the edge of the bed as he swung his legs off the side of the bed. I was amazed that he actually got out of bed. The only time he had got out of bed since the accident was to fight his way to see Daxter or go to the bathroom.

He sighed and said "Alright…I'll go to the sewers. Contact Jinx and tell him to meet me there." He explained as he started to head to the door. Finally. Finally we might actually knock the baron back soon.
Only time will tell.

Author's notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, It took me a while to finish due to me starting back at college last week. I wanted to settle in to my course first before resuming writing.