BD: You miss me? 3 The Boss strikes back with a new chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it! And trust me… you will DEFINITELY enjoy this chapter. Cackles.

Disclaimer: …Check chapter nine. D:

Chapter Ten

Sitting up in bed, Jak yawned and ran a hand over his hair before looking around groggily. He grabbed the remote on the nightstand, and then flipped on the big screen television in the room before flopping over as he looked up at the screen sleepily. When the television came on, there were two naked elf women on top of each other and making out, this causing Jak to glare in Daxter's direction. The blonde huffed, and then flipped to the Combat Racing Channel. A commercial about Flut-Flut and Yakow meat went off when the G.T. Blitz show came back on.

"Welcome back to the show!" the large-mouthed man greeted. He then templed his fingers. "Today we have a special event where the racing rules have been changed to provide new challenges and new thrills." G.T. turned to his left as the camera pulled away to reveal Pecker perched on the balcony they were being filmed on. G.T. grinned at the monkaw. "How do you see Jak and his band of misfit racers shaping up?"

"Well, G.," Pecker began, "I've seen Jak get out of some pretty tight scrapes." The commissioner chuckled, and then placed a hand on his hip as he leaned towards Pecker.

"Come on… do you really think Jak's got a chance?" He looked at the camera. "He'll soon be going up against the top pros… nasty competition." G.T. then turned to Pecker before saying, "But, I'll give you the final word."

"Well G.T.—"

"Oops, sorry, that was more than one word," G.T. interrupted with a light chuckle. He then stepped in front of Pecker, blocking most of the monkaw from the camera's view. "In my experienced opinion, as the competition gets tougher… I think Jak's gonna fold."

Jak grunted and sat up. "Fold my ass." He then flopped back onto the bed. He still was not fully awake.

"That's studio debating 101, baby—oh yeah!" G.T. then said as he stepped out of Pecker's way and pointed at him. He laughed before saying, "You just got schooled." The monkaw stared at the commissioner in shock before narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth. Pecker then inhaled before templing his fingers.

"Bids do not school, they flock," he said calmly. He then glared at G.T. and stuck up his middle finger, which was immediately blurred out. "So flock off!" The commissioner's eyes widened before he quickly looked to the camera, signaling for them to stop rolling. The show cut off before Jak turned off the television. The blonde sat up, then stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He then looked at the clock.

"This cup, the races are starting at 10… I got a good two hours," he muttered to himself before climbing out of bed. He then leaned over Daxter and poked the ottsel's side. "Hey Dax, you coming with me?" The ottsel grumbled and batted Jak's finger away before curling into a tighter ball. Jak placed a hand on his hip and waited for a reply. After a couple seconds, the ottsel mumbled, "Coming where…? I don't feel like racing…" Jak rolled his eyes.

"We don't race for another two hours. And I was going to head to the garage to meet this mechanic," Jak said. Daxter snorted, and then grumbled, "Like I really wanna meet some Spargus guy… You go ahead." Jak shook his head, and then put on his slippers before leaving the bedroom for the garage.

When the elevator doors opened, Jak slowly walked out only to hear a series of mechanical noises. The sounds stopped when he entered the garage and he frowned, only seeing his new vehicle for the current cup's class but not seeing a living being anywhere. He slowly circled the vehicle and he rubbed his goatee—the car must have come in early that morning but it appeared that it had already been upgraded. Jak lifted the hood and observed the interior of the car until he heard what sounded like a can fall, causing him to jump and release the hood. The hood hit him on the head and Jak grabbed his head as the hood fell back down. He heard an annoyed snort.

"Geez, after I take the effort in upgrading your vehicle, you don't even treat it decently. That makes me feel really appreciated," the person called out from where the paint was located. Jak groaned and rubbed his head.

"Well sorry for making a mistake," he replied sharply before looking at his palm to make sure he was not bleeding.

"I hate cocky, disrespectful bastards," the person said. Jak narrowed his eyes as he heard the person's footsteps before the paint room doorknob turned. When the door opened, Jak tilted his head aside in confusion before he squinted his eyes—it was a woman! She was wearing a long mahogany skirt that had splits riding up to her mid thighs and a white spaghetti strap top. She was wearing boots and gauntlets made of Metal Head ivory and around her neck she had on goggles. She was wearing a knapsack similar to the one Jak traditionally wore while she also had on suspenders that were made of Metal Head ivory; from the belt of her suspenders hung many tools and a few small daggers and bullets. She was wearing a helmet that was worn during mechanical work while on her ears were slabs of metal. Jak arched an eyebrow.

"Uh…are you the…guy Seem sent?" he asked. Great, a gender-confused man. How unattractive. The woman placed her hands on her hips.

"You're not very bright," she said before removing her mask. When she did, her long blue-green hair fell down to her mid-back and Jak was taken aback. He stared at her for a while before she threw her helmet at him. Jak caught it just as she picked up her paint sprayer and a can of paint before pushing pass him. He stumbled back and simply stared at her as she kneeled down and began filling the sprayer with paint. She stopped, and then glared at him. "In case you didn't know, I don't like it when people stare at me so cut it out." She then pulled on her goggles before spraying forest green paint onto the vehicle. Jak moved his lips but the words would not come out until he hit his forehead with the helmet before finally saying,

"Keira!" The woman stopped spraying the paint, and then released an exasperated sigh before pulling off her goggles and looking up at him. "What?" Jak placed the helmet down, and then slowly made his way over to her.

"I… I can't believe it—you're here!" he said. Keira stared at him for a while, and then pulled her goggles on before continuing to paint. "Well, if that wasn't obvious. Now that you've come to this conclusion, why don't you go away?" Jak grew angry, but his anger soon faded away—she had every right to treat him this way. The blonde rubbed his neck as he looked down for a while.

"Well… I just thought…" he said lowly as he searched in his mind for the right words. Jak then sighed as he watched Keira paint. "I thought I'd never find you again…" Keira grunted, and then stood up before placing her hand on her hip and taking her goggles off again. Jak was startled by the amount of rage gleaming in her eyes.

"Let me tell you something, Jak," she began before approaching him. Jak slowly backed away as she drew closer. "It should never have mattered whether you ever found me again. You know why? Because you never made an effort in the first place!" When Jak was backed against a wall, Keira's eyes darkened as she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger. "I'm fed up with waiting! Actually, I'm fed up with you!" Jak winced at this, and then lowered his head as he looked away from her.

"Keira… I…" Keira grunted, and then turned away from him before going back over to his car. She then returned to painting.

"Just don't say anything, Jak," she spat. "Don't bother associating yourself with me—I'm a mechanic for this team. It's all strictly business." Jak nodded slowly, and then walked to the elevator. He then paused and stood there for a while. Taking a deep breath, he then exhaled before looking over at the angry female.

"If it means anything," he began as nervousness crept onto him. He quickly pushed it back. "If it means anything, that kiss… it meant nothing to me, Keira. You…I…" Keira stopped painting, and then turned to look at him. Jak glanced her before looking down at his feet as he rubbed his sweaty palms against his pajama pants. "You… you mean a lot to me. Even if that means nothing to you, it's the truth." He then left and boarded the elevator. Once he was gone, Keira returned to painting as a sly grin sneaked onto her face.

BD: Raaaah haaa! And there you have it—Keira has returned. :D I know I'm not making it easy. X3 And hey, it felt kinda good breaking away from the script-kinda-ish!