I don't own Jak and Daxter, or any of it's characters. I only own Krane, Schorn, Overture.

Anyways, here's a small warning, this chapter can be considered a little gory so skip the first part of it, until you see the next page break, (ruler) if you don't like reading things like that. It's just a warning I'm putting up for people so I don't get into trouble.

Enjoy!

"How…did he die?" Jinx asked, placing his arm around her shoulders. To his surprise, she pulled out of his hold, and moved away from him.

"Erol…shot him," Krane answered, lowering her head. "He's dead and my disc was taken from me. I'm here forever."

"We'll get you home don't worry about a thing," the Shadow said as he walked over towards her also.

"I," Krane whispered, gripping the blanket in her hands, "I want to go home. I want this all to be a dream, I want to wake up and be normal."

Tears finally started to cascade down her face as she shook her head back and forth. The short cut hair hit her in the face over and over again the harder she shook her head in denial. Her hands came up to her upper arms where she held herself as if she were cold which caused goosebumps to come up on her arms. She hunched forward and began crying heavily.

"He's gone…and it's my fault," Krane whimpered.

Jinx reached for her once more, and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. This time the moment his arm touched her, she moved into his chest, and shoved her face into his neck. Jinx sighed a bit, happy that she had finally allowed him to hold her and wrapped his arms around her as well.

"Krane," Jinx whispered gently.

Krane began crying loudly while her body began involve itself in her hard crying. Her breathing pace doubled while she called out and cried. The strange thing was that she was pushing her body so hard that her eye stopped watering, making her tears stop from flowing.

"I just wanna go home," she whimpered out. "That's all I want."

When Krane opened her eyes the next time, the first thing she saw was a sleeping Jinx. She sat up with a tired feeling surrounding her eyes and found that she was in Jinx's large, white bed. The sounds of the cars outside caused her to look out of the window to see it was early in the morning, and that the window was a bit open, allowing a small breeze into the room.

Did he bring me here? Krane thought to herself.

With a sigh Krane laid back down into the bed and let the covers fall around her waist. She looked up towards the ceiling and found that it was white with popcorn spread all over it. A part of her was reminded of the ceiling she had once over her own bed while another part of her told the other half that there were all kinds of ceilings like that.

Home. Krane closed her eyes. Schorn…

She wanted to cry again, cry because she wanted to get home with Schorn but the tears wouldn't come out. For some reason, she felt as if she had already lost Schorn two years ago because of his memory loss but seeing such a vision of his head being blown out caused a disgusting taste to come into her mouth. Knowing she was going to throw up, she ran towards Jinx's bathroom and let everything inside of her stomach come out into the toilet bowl.

Once everything was out of her stomach, she placed her elbow on the seat of the toilet and held her forehead. Her hands began shaking but she ignored it and let out a loud, deep, sigh. The vision of Schorn lying on the floor entered her mind once more and in reaction she bent her head downwards and moved her fingers through her hair.

He's dead. She told herself as her entire body began shaking. I was lying in his blood and what was left of him. What the hell is wrong with me!? How the hell am I so clean!?

Krane pulled back the white shower curtain next to her and jumped into the shower. She grabbed the faucet and pulled it all the way forward, and pulled the small tab upwards, turning the shower on. The cold water hit her and made her to shiver but she ignored it as she shoved her head underneath the shower head.

"What are you doin'?"

Krane looked over towards the door to see Jinx standing there; all of the movement must have woken him up. She turned away from him, and placed both of her hands in front of her, placing her weight on her hands.

"Cleaning," she answered.

He raised an eyebrow. "With your clothes on?"

She grabbed her wet shirt as the water began to heat up and threw it off, leaving her in her white bra and bandaged stomach. As she moved her eyes she spotted a bottle of shampoo sitting in the corner. She grabbed it, opened it, and moved the bottle over her hair as she squeezed the shampoo into her hair.

"Why am I so fucking clean?" she hissed, slamming her hands against the wall for a moment. "How can I be so clean after something like that?! I aren't I covered in blood and brains!? WHY!?"

Jinx stepped into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet where he pulled out a cigar and brought it to his mouth. He lit it, allowing the smoke to fill the room while Krane rubbed the shampoo through her hair. Once her hair was thick with soap, she stuck her head under the showerhead and waited.

The images of Schorn stained her mind, and no matter how much shampoo or how hard she scrubbed the images wouldn't leave her. She could feel the soap coming down in front of her face, but it couldn't wash away the sight of Schorn. Hoping the soap would clean her eyes of the visions she scrubbed her eyes over and over again until it began to hurt. Discovering that the images were still there, she stopped and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

"Why?" Krane whimpered, falling to her knees. "Why the hell did he…have to die?"

Krane began crying once more and the soap falling down into her face caused the tears to burn a bit. Jinx stood up and stood beside the tub with his arms crossed and cigar in his mouth.

"Krane," he began, "get up. Come on already! Get up!"

"Why the hell should I?" Krane answered, lowering her head. "I'm…too dirty! He's all over me dammit! How can this be true?!"

Jinx rolled his eyes. "Why don't 'cha get up and move on?"

"Give me a damn break!" she screamed, looking at Jinx now.

Jinx bent down onto his knees and moved his face in towards Krane's, taking the cigar out of his mouth. Krane backed up a bit, allowing the water to directly hit the side of her head.

"Da moment you move on from this, the better you'll be," Jinx said, looking directly into Krane's eyes.

"I don't want to!" She shook her head. "What do you know about losing someone like this? How can—"

"You think you're the only one who's lost someone like that?"

Krane stopped at those words as her eyes widened. She looked back up towards Jinx to see him looking back at her without his usual smirk on his face. He was looking back at her so seriously, and it caused Krane's face to relax and her shoulders to droop.

"Did you—"

Jinx nodded. "Forgive yaself for it, and move on."

"B-But who was it?" Krane asked, feeling the water becoming a bit warmer then it was before.

The smirk Krane knew so well came back to Jinx's face. "My sister."

The tears Krane had felt before suddenly came back up and she began crying once more. She opened her mouth as she cried out and leaned forward towards Jinx who hugged her tightly. Krane's arms wrapped around Jinx tightly, pulling him into the shower's spray.

"I'll make this place seem like home," Jinx whispered with a grin on his face and his cigar falling into the shower.

"How?" she whimpered back.

"Cause this is where you're gonna stay from now on."

Krane's crying picked up once more as she pushed herself harder onto Jinx. He pushed back and held tightly to the back of her shirt as he felt himself start to get wet from the shower.

"What?!" Torn yelled.

"Yeah, I found out who it was that ratted out where Krane was," Tess said, moving her hips to the right.

Tess had reported back to the Underground once she had found out a small piece of information. Night had fallen, so Krew wouldn't think that anything strange was going on with Tess' leaving.

"Krew found out about Krane's warrant and gave out her information once the Baron offered him a reward," Tess explained.

Torn to kick a nearby bunk bed. "Shit! She was one of the best informants we had covering Krew!" Torn hissed. "Now she can't go back there! Dammit now what do I do with her?"

Tess paused, thinking the situation over. "She could be a scout."

"She can't be out in public like that until her warrant has expired." Torn shook his head and turned away. "I don't have a job for her to do anymore."

"What about taking care of Kor and the kid?"

"Jak's taken them back to the Power Station." Torn sighed but as he fell silent, he thought of something she could do. "I'll have her watch that new hotel that's come up by where Jinx is living. That's all I can ask her to do right now."

"It's better then nothing." Tess giggled.

"And everything was going so well too." Torn growled. "I'm going to have to sort out everything all over again. Damn Krew."

Meanwhile, back at the Palace, Overture walked into the Baron's throne room with a slight smile on his face, and a piece of paper in his hands. The Baron stopped his talking to Erol and looked over towards Overture strangely. The man had never come into the throne room unless he had been called in.

"I have a proposition for you, Baron." Overture bowed quickly but then stood back up. "To throw the attention of the people away from the war with the Metal Heads, why not hold a festival hours before the races begin?"

"A festival?" the Baron asked.

"Reaching from the Bazaar to the Port!" Overture said, moving his right hand in front of him. "It would strengthen the public's opinion of you, and would calm the citizens down. After all, they are quite stressed because of the rumors of you releasing a monster into society."

"You're the one who can see into the future, will this help me or not?" The Baron stood suddenly.

"With great pleasure I inform you that it will." Overture bowed once more. "Trust me, Baron whatever I propose to you will help you with your future plans. This is to brighten the future for you Baron! You already place your trust in me so why not now?"

The Baron rubbed his chin. "What you say must be true because of your visions of the future, but I'm going to find the Tomb of Mar soon, correct?"

"Very much. I say we wait until the day before you find the Tomb which will be in three days."

"The day after tomorrow?" The Baron blinked. "I think I could arrange everything together before then. Erol," he faced the orange haired man, "begin preparations immediately."

"Yes sir." Erol bowed, with his eyes looked towards Overture with suspicion.

Moments later Overture returned to his room, and locked the door behind himself. He flicked on a small lamp that hung loosely off of the ceiling, and turned to his small bed. The mattress there was thin, and with an easy move, he picked up the mattress to reveal a small book. He reached in, and pulled out the book, allowing his eyes to look over it.

"The Official Jak II Guide, including game script!" The book read with Jak standing on the cover with Daxter on his shoulder.

I am sure what I am about to do will not mess up the timeline. Overture thought to himself.

"A festival?" Torn asked as he shook his head.

Jak, Daxter, the Shadow, Jinx, and Torn were hidden away in the Underground's HQ, talking about the festival Jinx had told them about.

"What the hell is that guy thinking?" Jak asked, crossing his arms. "How can he have a festival in the middle of a war?"

"He can do whatever he wants," Jinx said, looking towards Jak. "That's the scary part. The festival is on the day of the third class races, so what are we gonna do 'bout it?"

"We'll send our scouts out during this festival," Torn said as he walked away from the group with his arms behind his waist. "Jak, I want you to destroy that cargo Krew has in the Port the day before the festival and then head down to the races on the day of the festival. Jinx, I want you and Krane to patrol the main area out here and keep the KG's out of here."

"Can she do that Jinx?" the Shadow asked towards the older blond.

"Yeah she can do it." Jinx nodded. "We'll get this thing done, don't worry anything 'bout it!"

"We're counting on everyone to come together here," the Shadow said as he nodded his head. "If we work together, I'm sure we'll be able to find out the real meaning behind this festival but remember, we must not lose sight of the main mission we're on."

"Don't worry," Jak said with a grin. "That's something we can't forget."

Before anyone knew it, the festival the Baron had planned had finally arrived, and on Jak's adventure he had come so close to finding Mar's Tomb. Now his main concern was to win the races and then move on as fast as he could to discover the Tomb of Mar.

Meanwhile Krane and Jinx were walking around the area outside of the Underground's HQ, making sure that no KG hung around too long in that particular area.

"You doin' alright?" Jinx asked Krane.

"Yeah," she responded.

Jinx thought he looked strange walking around with someone who was wearing a cloak like she was in order to hide her identity but he ignored it. They walked around while groups of people stopped in front of stores, which had moved outside to sell more items during the festival.

What was a bit strange was there was a sense of happiness almost in the air. Instead of the Baron's ranting over a loud microphone, there was music that created such a bubbly, happy feeling. It was so strange for a city that looked so down and depressed to suddenly look happy and as if they were enjoying what was going on around them.

"This is nice," Krane whispered to Jinx as they walked through a crowd. "Reminds me of back home."

"Your home was like this?" Jinx turned to her.

"Yeah," Krane whispered.

That statement forced herself to remember where she had been living before she arrived. She had originally grown up in the South, and moved to San Francisco once she had turned fifteen. With that large move she learned of a large world around her, and that was where she met everyone, and began her band.

"Hey," Krane grabbed Jinx's hand, "there's something that smells good over there! Let's check it out!"

Krane pulled Jinx towards a small booth where food was being served. Jinx looked down to where their hands were joined together, and it caused a small grin to cross his face. Once they reached the small booth, they bought a bag full of food for the rest of the Underground and began talking to one another when a new song began to play over the microphone.

"Here are my rainy melodies; here are the songs I listened while the rain pounded down beside me as I waited for you to return."

The laughing and talking Krane was enjoying came to a hard stop. The smile on her face disappeared as she turned around towards a microphone.

"My missing you is unbearable and I pray to see your face while I sleep. I want to hear my name whispered on your lips once more."

"What?" Jinx asked over the music.

"That…song," Krane whispered as she walked towards the microphone.

Jinx blinked and followed her. "What 'bout it?"

"I…produced it."

"What?"

"It's the stars I trust to watch over you. It's the stars that I asked to protect you. It's the stars that whisper about you. And it's the stars that tell me you're there."

Krane arrived in front of the microphone attached to the base that normally announced the Baron's daily rants to see that a large cord was coming from it. Her eyes followed it to a booth where Overture stood over a machine with headphones over his ears.

"He has my CD," Krane whispered.

Overture looked up from the machine he was working at and looked Krane directly in the eyes. She blinked as she looked back at him, and felt her heart pound away in her chest.

"Now that I'm standing here looking back at you, I see those stars in your eyes. I know now that my stars I prayed on were you. You are my shining, beautiful star."

Overture looked away from Krane and slipped the headphones off of his head. He stepped out of the booth and began walking away when Krane began running after him.

"Hey!" Jinx reached out to grab her but missed once more. "Krane!! Where are you goin'?!"

She didn't answer. She just kept running after Overture who just seemed to keep walking faster then she was running. Overture turned into a small alleyway, and Krane quickly turned after him but when she turned the corner, she slammed into him.

"Who the hell are you!?" Krane screamed. "Why the hell did you take my disc?!"

Overture pulled Krane into the alleyway and pushed her against the brick wall. Krane struggled and managed to push him away. He quickly reacted, and placed his hand on the right side of Krane's head.

"Why are you doing this!?" she yelled. "WHY!?"

"Kathryn Rose," he whispered.

Krane froze. "What?"

"That is your real name is it not?" Overture whispered, moving his face towards her. "Or has being here for two years made you forget who you were before you came here?"

"Who the hell are you? How the hell do you know my real name? Only people I knew back home knew my real name! How—"

"Because I knew you back home," Overture smiled.

"What?"

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