A/N: Wooh! Thanks for the reviews (and Becks, I forgive you, it was work, fair enough XD) Chapter 13 already - unlucky for some, I suppose. May or may not update tomorrow depending on what time I get home from the day out in Landaaan with Dave aka marneus. If I don't, I'll see you Monday. Vi amo molte! ~ Mika

Several hours later. Undisclosed underground safe place, Haven

"Daxter, I need you to do me a favour."

"Does it involve me risking my fuzzy orange neck for you, by any chance?" The ottsel pouted, crossing his arms. "'Cause it always happens, Jak!"

"Weeeeell...maybe." Jak shrugged. "Listen. I want you to piss Jakuelynn off,"

Daxter's jaw dropped. "Yuh whah?"

The warrior sighed and sat down. "She was experimented on with Dark Eco for three months before tonight. I want you to see if she has a Darker side,"

"Ohh no. Nuh-uh. No way. NO. WAY. That girl can break limbs on her own with these arms. I am not being turned into a Dax-doll by her! Why can't you do it? You're her father."

"Please, Dax," Jak implored. "It's important. I can't do it 'cause I haven't got pissing people off down to as fine an art as you."

"HEY!" Daxter narrowed his eyes. "Uhh, well..." He pretended to think for a moment. "Oh alright. But quickly, give me her Achilles' heel before I change my mind."

It was Jak's turn to say "yuh whah?"

"Her weakness, tough guy. Her raw nerve."

"Oh. Well, from what I can work out..."

~x~

"So...the whole Dark Eco thing. How...?" Deimin asked as he flumped down on the sand next to a silent Jakuelynn.

"I found out about Jak being my real father and Roah obviously intended for me to never find out. Though why she kept all the information in a hidden drawer in my own desk I'll never understand." Jakuelynn's face fought hurt, and Deimin fought the urge to hold her hand. "She kept me...there...every day. I don't know what happened to the Dark Eco injected into me – my body seemed to absorb it or something. I'm scared something's going to happen and I'll lose control." She paused and looked at the still, black clouds. "She said something else when I was first forced under that machine, something that's stuck with me."

"What?"

"She said, So much like your real father. Even the path you tread is his."

Ahead, Jak heard this and stopped, his mind flashing back to the Oracle's prophecy.

The path they tread you will have seen before...

"Because it's my damn path," he suddenly said aloud.

Daxter tapped him on the ear. "Uh, buddy, you're talking to yourself again,"

"No...no, I remembered something. That's all,"

"What? What's wrong?" Jakuelynn asked as Jak joined her and Deimin. "What was that about a path?"

"Is this the Oracle's prophecy thing again? Cause if it is, you really need to say!" Daxter exclaimed.

"Prophecy?" Jakuelynn exclaimed at a higher pitch.

"WHOA!" Jak hissed, not wishing to draw attention to himself. "Jakuelynn, before you were born...before Keira and I decided to try for you...there was a prophecy made by one of the last remaining Oracles. It said, 'The child will be in disguise and the path they tread you will have seen before.'" He left out the rest of it; that story had been told.

Jakuelynn looked confused. He couldn't blame her.

Daxter broke in in his irritating fashion. "Meaning 'Jakuelynn, your life is gonna be just a little like Jak's'. Y'know. The whole Dark Eco thing, being taken from your family, being the kid of a legend of some sort and all of that..."

"Wait," Jakuelynn cut in. "How did you know about the Dark Eco thing?"

Daxter slid his eyes to the darkening skies. Let the lying begin, he thought. "Okay, before you go all Dark on me – if, that is you can – I was completely not listening in to your's and, er, whatshisname..."

"Deimin?" Jakuelynn said testily.

"Deimin's conversation earlier. When he asked you?"

"Meaning you were eavesdropping." The young woman's voice lowered and her eyes clouded over. "Tell me, Jak, does he have a habit of listening in on private conversations?"

"It wasn't exactly private, you were a little loud,"

"Dax..." This was Jak. He inwardly gritted his teeth, hating to join in to this charade.

"We weren't that loud, and you were on Jak's shoulder, so how could you hear?" The ribbon of anger in Jakuelynn's voice was growing.

"That's what you think. Hey, I s'pose that's one advantage of being below your knee-height,"

"Daxter..." Jak warned again.

The one thing that really rattled Jakuelynn was the mention of her height. Her voice turned into ice, a stalactite in every syllable falling on Daxter's head. "I'm aware of my height, Daxter, I do not need a rat like you reminding me of it."

Something crackled at Jakuelynn's fingertips and she looked. Oh shit. Dark Eco.

"I'll have ya know I'm not a rat, and is that any way to talk to your elders?" Daxter continued, completely unaware – or pretending to be – of what Jakuelynn was staring at in abject horror.

"Daxter, stop now!" Jak shouted, noticing the growth of the purple lightning at his daughter's fingertips far too late. With a roar, she seemed to grow bigger, her hair and skin changing to a sickly purplish white and her eyes filling with black. One arm shot out, fingers with long black nails closing around Daxter's neck.

"No, Jakuelynn!" Deimin shouted as his best friend drew her arm back, fully intent on making Daxter a new wall hanging.

"Urk!" Daxter clawed at the young woman's hands, attempting to free himself. His eyes were popping out of his skull, the pupils pinpricks in balls of white.

"Jakuelynn!" Jak shouted, a hint of desperation in his voice as the arm holding Daxter tensed up, ready to hurl him forward. "Stop! Put him down!"

Jakuelynn did stop, but not without one final roar. The look on her face switched from angry to stunned as she returned to her normal height and self. "D-Daxter?" She put him down gently. He backed off, for once as speechless as she and Deimin were. She kept her eyes on the ground, unsure of what to say, how to react. There was an extremely long silence, during which Jakuelynn checked to make sure everything was normal...whatever normal really was.

The path they tread you will have seen before.

She turned tail and fled.

"Now you know, tough guy!" Daxter uttered sarcastically.

"I promise I'll never make you do that again," Jak swore gravely. "Rather that than for us to find out when it's too late,"

"Ehhhh...it's a good thing I AM here, I suppose," the ottsel muttered, shrugging his small shoulders.