A/N: Hey it's a short chapter, i'm sorry. But I didn't have much inspiration for this one. I'll make the next one better. I also hope I explained the whole Torn thing or at least part. I'm going to be adding to that part later. So I hope you guy's like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Jak and Daxter games, I do however own my characters.

Mar struggled to consciousness. Her eyes tried to focus but couldn't. She realized she was traveling, and fast. As she came more into her body she felt strong, warm arms around her.

Vergil

She opened her eyes, longing to see her brother. To tell him about the dream she'd had. To tell him how scared she was, and how much she missed him.

But when she opened her eyes it wasn't her brother she saw, but Jak. He looked down at her and smiled. She found herself staring at him. The was the air blew his long hair back and made him look almost angelic.

Yeah- like the angle of war.

He smiled at her. His intense blue eyes seemed to grow softer.

"That was something. You caused quite the uproar Mar." He said. Mar was ripped painfully back to reality with the realization that she'd gone into the Oracle's hut. She hardly remembered anything. Anything but the feeling to finally being free, and sensing other peoples fear.

The zoomer came to a halt in front of the Powerstation. Stephie jumped out and started walking to the door. Mar followed suit and pulled herself away from Jak and to Stephie's side as they all walked in.

They walked to the warp gate at the back. Jak jumped through followed by Stephie and Mar. She felt as though she was being taken apart, molecule by molecule and transported to the other side. As she and Stephie emerged they almost feel down. Their legs numb and hardly able to stand.

Mar pulled out her staive and Stephie her guns. They followed Jak around mountains of dirt and under metal scaffolding. Stephie shot down a mosquito like metal head just as the one reminiscent of scorpions popped up from the ground. Jak quickly took them out. He and Stephie began shooting the metal head grunts while Mar close-combated with the ones they didn't take down.

"Fuck. I . Hate. Metalheads!" Mar shouted with each blow to a grunt.

"And I have to second that" Stephie and Dax shouted at the same time.

The three moved on and up a ramp to a landing where Mar quickly disposed of another grunt. They went up the second ramp and took out the two grunts up there. They walked to the end of the platform and watched the ton of dirt and sand being transported in massive metal crates on a pulley system.

"We'll jump on one, then just jump off on the other side" Jak said rubbing his goatee, looking back to see Steph and Mar nod. They jumped on and Steph took out the mosquito metalheads that attacked about half way across.

They leaped to the other side, Stephie doing some odd roll action with her's. they walked over and Jak pressed the button to open the door. Immediately a flurry of bullets came raining out. They jumped to the sides, Jak and Dax on the left, Mar and Steph on the right.

Stephie took this opportunity to check in with Mar.

"Hey. You ok?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah. Why?" Mar looked at her

"Nothing just. Forget I said anything, ok?" Mar looked at Steph and narrowed her gaze, but said nothing more.

"Let's go!" Jak shouted. Mar and Stephie jumped up and followed him through the warp gate.

"Ok. I know three things here I hate.

1. Metalheads and 3. Warpgates" Mar said shaking her head, trying to get her bearings. Jak and Daxter went to talk to Vin while Mar and Stephie walked off to talk amongst themselves.

"Mar. Im getting impatient. Theirs so much we need to talk about! But we haven't gotten the chance." Stephie said a slight whine creeping into her voice.

"alright. Next time we go to the Under Ground, we'll go up on the roof, just you and me and talk. I know what I promised. But there just hasn't been time. This is a war were in, remember?"

Stephie nodded glumly as they walked over to the guys.

"So what's going down?" Mar asked looking between them.

"Well Sugar Plum, there's some crazy shit goin' down at the strip mine and and Vin needs someone to go blast some metalhead eggs."

"I'll do it." Everyone looked at Stephie. A different emotion cloaking their features. Jak was looking at her with disbelief as was Dax. Vin looked relieved that someone had offered. But Mar's expression worries Steph. Pain shone through her eyes, and her mouth had contorted to something between an open mouth and a frown.

"I can handle it Mar. Like you said, it's a war. I need to look out for myself. You wont be with me all the time to protect or guide me." Marissa almost flinched as Steph threw her words back at her.

"Well if you've got this we'll head out" Jak said grabbing Mar by the back of her shirt and dragging her out. Though it wasn't hard, her body had gone slack. Every muscle relaxed as she stared on in desperation to get her friend out of the situation.

Jak grabbed a zoomer and took off as soon as mar had climbed in.

They went back to the Under Ground and climbed up on the roof seeing as neither had any missions.

"Sooooo..." Mar drawled taking off her boots and leaning back on her elbows, "What exactly went down?"

Jak who was standing looked down at her. Jak looked at her, eyebrow raised. He sighed. "You don't remember… Of course." He came over, and Mar glanced down. Only a glance, but it was enough to drool over for a second, subliminally. She redirected her attention to the roofs off in the distance, not meeting his gaze as he came and sat down by her and started talking. "You… I don't know what happened when you talked to the Oracle, but you changed, and…"

Mar stiffened. That was all she needed to hear. You changed. She had… gone dark, no matter how corny it sounded. She nodded slightly. Shaden had gotten her wish, and used it probably. That would be why said dark had not been talking to her. She couldn't, being out of eco. "Shaden…" She whispered out loud. She looked at him, but not with eye contact. She looked at his forehead instead, frowning to herself. "I know. I get it. I just didn't remember."

Jak nodded, obviously not wanting to continue this topic of conversation. He cleared his throat and looked at her. She could see the gears in his head turning as he phrased his question, or maybe just got the guts to ask.

"So where are you from?" Mar hesitated and glanced at him, "If you dont want to answer it's totally fine. I understand, but I would like to know eventually."

"Oh no it's fine. It's just a little hard to explain. Im not from here, and not to sound crazy but not from this time at all." Jak seemed to brighten at her words

"No! Actually it's the same as me. I'm not from this time either." Mar smiled nodding.

"Well then, how old are you?"

Jak smiled "17," he said confidantly if not a little cockily, "And you?"

"Im practically 16. Less than two weeks I think" Jak nodded.

"It's weird. People our age experimented on and in a war. You wouldn't think this would happen to teens, would you?" Jak shook his head.

"No you wouldn't. I mean Sandover, where I lived, people never fought. not even really with the Lurkers which were our enemies." Mar nodded, completely understanding.

They fell into a comfortable silence watching the dreary slums, as life went on as usual for the people here. It made Mar wonder, how long had they lived like this? They acted so calm about it. Like they'd grown up like this and it didn't bother them at all. Mar felt sympathy and pitty for these people. For how terrible their lives must be. S bad that they've been drained of all energy to fight back.

Time passed like that. The sun slowly moved from the sky to below the line of roofs, and they were plunged into darkness. As mars eyes adjusted to the night she was jerked out of her stooper.

"i'll see you later. I've got someone to go see." Jak looked at her, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh. Alright then. I'll see you later"

Mar jumped down off the roof and began walking back towards Thorn's. She saw the familiar door and knocked. When it opened she looked up and was once againstartled by his likeness of her brother.

"Well well. If it isn't the rookie under grounder. What can I do you for?"

"I'll explain if you let me in" her rubbed his chin which was covered in 5 o'clock shadow and has a small goatee, thinking about her words.

"Offer taken. Step inside mad'am." She walked in and was greeted by dragon blood inscence.

"I need another gun. Just a small pistol." he nodded and disappeared coming back a short time later with a match to the one she already had.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"I was wondering. How does Torn know so much about Steph and I? Like that were not from here?"

"Woah woah woah. That's a big leap from asking for aa weapon. We dont even know each other that well yet."

Marissa was jerked back once more. He had her brothers personality too. The same style of humor.

"Well. It's hard to explain, but you remind us of a guys who came through here once before. He'd told us about how he wasn't from here, rambled n and on about getting sucked into a game. he also told us how he wasn't used to war. He was a good fighter, but got scared off easily. He died on a mission about four weeks before you guys joined. Torn likes you guys, you've proved useful. So he's trying to keep you around. at least that's what I think. You never can tell with Torn." Thorn shrugged and sat on a pillow. Mar nodded and opened her mouth to speak, when her communicator went off.

When she answered it she heard Vin's voice but couldnt understand a word of it. There was the sound of static and she recognized Jak's voice instantly.

"Mar get down to the Powerstation. It's important"

"What's going on? what happened?"

There was a break in the signal and when it came back on she heared Jak exhale.

"Don't freak but...It's Stephie"

A sob escaped her lips. She dropped the com. and put her hands over her mouth. She vaguely heard Thorn saying she'd be there soon.

A/N: So I hope you liked it and i'm once again sorry it's so short! (only 1,936 words D: ) I'll make the next one longer and should have it up sometime Sunday.