A/N: HAHA I forgot about this chapter. Hello everybody, thanks for reviews! We're getting into the last 6-8 chapters of this story...I've written the last 3 and the next 3 as well. I reckon there's 2 more needed to bridge the gap. THEN WE'RE DONE. WITH THE ENTIRE TRILOGY. :O Anyway, Chapter 24. Read, review, wince. :P ~ Mika

"Hey, what about old Green Stuff?"

"Samos?" Jak exclaimed, tackling a sharp left turn towards a mass of dark green waiting for him. "Precursors, Dax, he must be dead by now,"

"He's a Sage, Jak, they never die!" Daxter pointed out. "B'sides, has he ever met his grandchildren and great-grandchild before?"

"He knew Damas..." Jak trailed off as he attempted to drive and remember at the same time. "He never met you, Jakuelynn,"

"Why?" Jakuelynn leant forward, frowning.

Jak shrugged, slowing down as the clearing ahead narrowed. "I don't know. He...left long before you were born. Just went. I thought Gol and Maia had resurfaced and kidnapped him again which meant I'd have to go, but nothing else made me think that."

Jakuelynn sat back, letting her son curl up by her body like a small dog. He was sleeping, his shoulders rising and falling like his mother's emotions. Gently, she picked him up and held him close to her, wrapping him in her thick cloak, forsaking her own warmth. When he stirred, she rocked him, relishing the opportunity to reunite herself with him for the first time in the two Seasons since he was taken from her. As the car turned into the dark green mass of the thick Pine Forest, she instinctively held him closer, as if protecting him.

A "Lights, Jak?" was uttered from Daxter seconds before a flood of light painted the forest in various shades of green and brown.

"Y'know, I wouldn't mind a daughter," Jakuelynn said, out loud to herself.

Damas turned to look at her, frowning in confusion. "Pardon?"

She put a hand on her heavily pregnant stomach. "If I had a choice...with these two tucked away inside me...I...I want a daughter. A baby girl." She swallowed and looked at the star-covered sky. "I haven't had any positive female role models in my life. If I ever have a little girl of my own, I want to be a good role model for her."

"You gotta learn to stop blowin' up men's crown jewels first, Nel, then we'll talk about being a positive female role model," Daxter replied dryly.

Jakuelynn narrowed her eyes just as Damas and Jak burst out laughing. As the forest closed in menacingly around them, Rufas began to whimper. His mother looked at him, concern written on her face.

"Roo, what's wrong?" the warrioress asked in a hushed tone, instantly reaching for her Morph. "Tell Mummy, darling. Is it another vision?"

In the dim light, she saw her son shake her head. An inward sigh collected in her. When will he ever speak?

"Are you scared?"

The little boy nodded, shivering against the cold. Kissing the pointed tips of his ears, his mother drew him in.

Hey, Light. Help soothe my son against the dark.

Her Light side complied, surrounding Rufas completely, encouraging his own Light side out. For a while, the two intertwined, their individual brightness combining to the point where Damas, Daxter and Hara'in had to shield their eyes. When it had dimmed, Rufas was fast asleep once again, shoulders peacefully rising and falling.

"That's some ability with Eco you've got there," came a very familiar, gruff voice that made Jak slam his feet hard on the brakes.

"Who's there?" Hara'in called defensively. The pregnant warrioress narrowed her eyes at the woman, wondering what she was doing attracting attention to them.

"Who's there? Who's there? I've spent all these years in this forest and you still don't know who I am?"

"Samos?" Jak gasped.

"Ohh nooo!" Daxter groaned.

"Ah, you two! I was gonna call you boys, but I realise that this no longer applies anymore. You're both as white as the first Winter snowfall."

"Speak for yourself, Green Stuff!" Daxter retorted. "I'm still as young and fresh as the first day of Spring...OWCH!"

"Daxter! You're still talking! You haven't changed in the three decades since I saw you. AGH! Turn that light off!"

Jakuelynn was stunned as she took in the sight of a very short green man with a big beard on his chin and even bigger log on his head. Just as she sat there, jaw hanging open, the man Daxter identified as Samos turned his attention onto her.

"Keira? That you? Precursors, you've changed a lot since we last met..."

"No, Samos...this is Jakuelynn. Mine and K...our daughter," Jak explained. "And the little boy in her lap is Rufas, her son,"

"Wait, wait. Keira finally had a daughter?"

Jakuelynn nodded, jaw tight, de facto defensive. "I'm her. And before you say anything: no, I'm sure I'm not supposed to be this tall or muscular, I'm aware I look like Jak and yes, I always have this attitude with people I don't know."

"You've got Keira's stubbornness, that much is certain," the Green Eco Sage grumped, hitting the side of the car with the stick. "What are you all doing here, and in that thing too?"

"We're going to destroy the Service," Damas spoke up, shocking everyone who heard him. "Hara'in here is on the run from them, just like I was. Just like I still am, in reality,"

"You're going to destroy the Service? In your condition?" He turned the last question to the heavily pregnant grand-daughter he'd never met, who frowned in response. "Wait a minute, I'm going to be a great-grandfather? Sweet Precursors, I never thought I'd see the day!"

"Damas has got three children back home," Jakuelynn replied dryly, irritated by his attitude. "Also, I have a son. Rufas. He's four in a few weeks. Additionally, I left Sandover City when my pregnancy with these two was barely showing, so I've spent the last six months 'in this condition'." She emphasised the last three words with air quotes.

Jak shook his head, raising his eyebrows at his daughter.

"How old are you, anyway?" Samos wanted to know.

"I'm 29 years old, 30 in mid-Spring," she replied coolly.

"Yeah, she's almost ooooold!" Daxter chipped in, earning a piercing glare from the warrioress.

Samos banged his stick down, startling the birds in his log. "DAXter! You're still alive?"

"Alive an' talkin'," Daxter replied, "though not without some consequences." He smoothed down his silvery fur. "Lookit this! Almost lost all the colour and silky smoothness in it..."

"Pity you never used your fur to clean my HUT, eh?" Samos snapped just as the sound of another car engine reached all ears, long and pointy or furry.

"Pity you never died, huh?" Daxter muttered under his breath. Jak put a finger to his lips, listening hard as the engine got louder.

Hara'in's eyes widened.

"That's Chenka! Has to be,"

"Shit," Jak cursed. "We have to go. Samos, are you coming?"

"Who's this Chenka?"

"If you come with us, we'll explain everything?" Jakuelynn answered sweetly, controlling her temper as she unlocked her car door and laid a sleeping Rufas gently back on her lap.

"Oh, all right! But this had better be good. I can't leave the plants for too long, y'know," the Sage replied grumpily as he hopped into the vehicle. "Besides, I never liked travelling in these things."

"Oh, quit yer whinin' or we leave you behind!" Daxter exclaimed as the car took off with an almighty roar, kicking up a dirty dust cloud as it zoomed off into the thick of the forest in the middle of the night.