A/N: YAY REVIEWS! My threat worked and I've been out pretty much all day, so sorry for the late update ^_^ To answer Red's question: it's set 7 years on from "Deny Thy Father..." Jakuelynn and Deimin are both around 25 years old which would make Jak and Daxter approximately 55 years old. Honestly, though, I can't imagine the original dynamic duo as old men :L.

Usual disclaimers and threat apply. Enjoy 't. ~ Mika

PS: Sorry for any flabby bits, I wasn't listening to music when I completed and edited this chapter.

Jak watched his daughter and her lover roar off into the Wasteland and grinned wryly. He remembered the overwhelming wave of adrenaline he felt whenever he was sent in a Buggy into the Wasteland to take down or pick up whatever required. Not for the first time he felt a touch sentimental, wishing he could go with them.

A small fist rapped him on the head.

"Hey, old man. You're not getting all sentimental on me, are ya?"

Jak grinned. "'Course not, Dax. Me? Sentimental?" He snorted. Just then, another buggy pulled up, shooting dust into the duo's faces. A familiar face hopped out of the buggy, grinning widely.

"Hello boys, long time no see,"

"Sig!" Daxter yelled delightfully. Jak just grinned as he saw his old friend.

"Where's the little one?"

"You mean Jakuelynn? Sorting out something involving Dark Eco and Metal Heads at the old Precursor Monk Temple."

Sig sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I heard 'bout that. Sounds nasty. She gonna be okay?"

"She's my little girl. Of course she'll be fine," Jak grinned with a touch of pride.

"Though she'd be better with me around," Daxter cut in, receiving a double attack of raised eyebrows from Jak and Sig.

~x~

After a lot of bumps and inevitable tussles with Marauders, Jakuelynn and Deimin reached the former Temple. The former parked the Hopper safely and pulled some levers to turn it off. Both tumbled out of the vehicle, listening for any movements. None. It was completely silent, something which unnerved the young woman. She stiffened, and Deimin stood by her, squeezing her hand.

"I'm fine," she insisted.

"Your mouth may say that, but your body says otherwise," Deimin countered softly.

Jakuelynn swallowed, her throat dry. Deimin, the scholar of the two, was always good with words and indeed, with guessing what she really felt, even as children. "L-let's just check out the place. Got your gun?"

"Got it."

The young woman drew out her Morph Gun, changing to her favourite mod, the Vulcan Fury, and took off between the pillars into the decaying building. Wind swirled in through the war-induced holes of the building, adding an extra feeling of hollowness to the atmosphere in the building. The duo's footsteps ricocheted off the walls, eventually reaching their ears. Jakuelynn kept her eyes trained everywhere in her field of vision, a live wire running through her body, making her tense. Deimin was in a similar position, if not as tense as his other half.

"DAY!" she suddenly screamed.

A swarm of Hoppers swept into their fields of visions. The young adults screwed up their faces and pulled on the trigger of their respective Furies until they stuttered into an astonishing rate of fire. Jakuelynn ran head-on into the crowd, shooting until she ran out of ammo, by which she switched to the Beam Reflexor. Her finger began throbbing, but she barely cared as the swarm of Hoppers thinned and finally, collapsed altogether. It was Deimin who took out the last one out with his final bullet in the Fury. He'd been switching throughout the fight, levelling the amount of ammo in his own gun.

Panting, the young warrioress grinned at Deimin. "Good job, Day,"

The young man saluted her cheekily. She laughed and they continued walking for a while, their footsteps swirling around the haunting, echoing hall and their hands intertwined...with the other holding their respective guns, of course. The long corridor opened into a field of sand with a large collection of rocks to the duo's right, where some Metal-Saurs were attempting to break in to presumably get any Dark Eco that resided there.

There were also a group of dark brown-cloaked humanoid figures, several of which were pointing their weapons at Jakuelynn and Deimin.

"DAY!" Jakuelynn shouted again, loading the Blue mod. Her boyfriend snapped out of his slight trance and started with the Wave Concussor, struggling to keep it in the air as it charged. The pair ran forward, their fingers rarely releasing the triggers as wave upon wave of the humanoid creatures fell like dominoes. When the creatures got too close, Jakuelynn also switched to the Wave Concussor whilst Deimin brought out the Beam Reflexor. The Metal-Saurs, alarmed, consistently charged the two, but they successfully avoided each charge, eventually taking them down as well. When the last humanoid creature had flopped thanks to a ricochet, it was only then the two could call it a victory. They checked around for anyone – anything – they may have missed and only high-fived each other when they were sure there weren't any. Panting and sweating, they grinned at each other, adrenaline racing through their veins, fire in their eyes.

"You know," Deimin gasped, "I think I like this adventure stuff."

"Shut up and kiss me, Vulcan boy," Jakuelynn said hoarsely.

Deimin didn't dare defy.