Kuro Kin'Youbi: Aww, thanks hun. 3 Glad it wasn't a total waste of a chapter.

Babyblues15: What is it with me and converting people into slash? It's crazy. XP And I can't take credit for the shower part, that was written by a close friend of mine. She's the genius behind that one. Thank you for the kind comments tho! 3

Kiriona: Lol, I'm gonna go back into the habit of daily updates. Sound good? Or, at least I'll try. 3

Shadows-of-flame: Will they live! I dunno Kim, will they! XD Yush, they gets lotsa boo-boos, Kim. All the more reason to luff them! 3 Lol.

DarkKelchan: I did have writers block! I was staring at the screen for ever and nothing came. I was sad. ;-; Anyway, yea, last chapter was short. Sorry.

TigerGoddess: That's sweet, not many people like this enough to make their mother's look at them oddly. Good luck with moving, I hope this all go well! 3

Sabulana: Lol, yes, it is mean to put Jak in chains (for those situations, lol) but put yourself in her position. What would you do if a rabid demon thingy was attempting to rip your eyes out? And not a perv? Of course not! XD

Meowen: I rescued your day? WOOT! I AM A HEROINE! Take that, people! Lol. I'm surprised chapter 28 was so well liked, it was written on a whim. 3

Fluffys-sidekick: I've given away her name, but not her identity. 3 You'll find out soon enough!

Nirvana Renegade Seiga: Lol, eggplant hair? XD Like I said, I mentioned her name, I'm surprised no one noticed it. 3

GothicJak: Heh, I can safely say it is NOT Torn's sister. That be I Would Die For You, lol. I'm sorry I haven't been on, AIM is a killer bitch. (glare, glare)

VoodooDollOfDoom: First off, can I just say your screen name is the awesome? XD Anyway, sorry for not writing as fast as I normally do. (flails) Goddess damned writer's block! (rips out hair)

Em: Nearing 300 reviews. Oh my goddess people, you frighten me. Three HUNDRED!

The woman smirked. "Yes, Torn. It's me. I'm flattered you remember." She said sarcastically. "How are you still alive? You were banished years ago!" Torn said. The woman sneered. "No thanks to you! I was harmless when you and your battalion of thugs kicked me out!"

Torn frowned. "If it's any consolation, I quit because of that." He said. She sneered again and turned away. "You expect me to believe you?" She hissed. "Tatiana!" A Marauder called. "The boss wants to see you; and he wants you to bring the other two with you."

Tatiana turned back around with a smirk and unchained Jak so he fell to the floor, still unconscious. "Pick him up." She ordered. Torn was already obeying her order before she gave it. She unlocked the metal door and pulled Torn in front of her, Jak dangling limply in his arms. She pulled a gun from her pocket and cocked it, smirking when she saw Torn cringe. "For protection, sugar." She laughed, nudging him with the butt of the gun. "Move."

They walked down a dank passageway and Jak slowly woke up in Torn's arms. He opened his eyes as Torn walked, but couldn't yet move otherwise. The two male Marauders stopped and one slipped in. "Boss, they're here." He said.

"Tatiana!" A voice from within called. She clicked her gun to safety and sauntered in, Jak, Torn and the other Marauder following behind. Tatiana walked straight to the so-called 'boss' and smirked. He couldn't be seen behind the Marauders and Tatiana, but his voice was immediately recognized. "How nice of you to drop in." He said, his frame still hidden behind the massive Marauders.

"No way." Torn breathed. Jak's eyes were open and he was slowly regaining strength in him limbs. "Torn. Put me down." Jak whispered. Torn complied and allowed Jak to lean on him for support, but was still trying to see through the Marauders to make sure his assumption was correct. There was no way to be sure until he spoke again.

"I see you've already met Tatiana." Came his voice again, and soft footsteps met Torn's ears as he stepped into view. He looked the same as he always did, only a crooked grin distorted his features. "You look surprised to see me, Torn." He said again, smirking wider.

"Vin! What the hell are you doing!" Torn demanded. "We're on the same side, remember!" Torn yelled, but Vin only laughed. "We WERE on the same side, but things changed." He shrugged. Tatiana walked next to him, an identical smirk on her face. She stood two inches taller then Vin, but Torn assumed it was because of her boots. Either way, they were both shorter then he was. He frowned.

"Alright everyone, I think we're through here. Leave the prisoners; I don't think they'll be a problem." Vin said, turning around and walking to a table in the back of the room. Tatiana followed and they spoke quietly for a short while. He said something to make her laugh while he smirked and leaned back against the table. She kissed him quickly and sauntered out, sneering at Torn as she did.

As the door shut, Torn felt free to move. Jak let go of Torn and swayed slightly on the spot. He felt sick, so he didn't speak. Torn made sure he was still before walking across the room to Vin, who was still leaning against the table, the same odd smirk on his face. Torn stopped in front of Vin. "Why are you doing this- let us go!" He demanded.

"That's just not possible." Vin chuckled. Torn moved to hit him, but Vin leaned onto a large red button and Jak howled in pain, falling to his knees. "What did you do!" Torn demanded, whirling back around. Vin's grin was even more twisted then before. "I guess you could say it's like a shock collar. Every time I push this, his entire body shuts down."

Torn turned back to Jak who was lying on the floor and writhing in pain, screaming. "Vin, stop!" Torn pleaded, whirling back to face him. Vin smirked and removed his hand. "As you wish." Jak's screams promptly ceased and he lay unmoving on the ground.

"Tatiana!" Vin called sharply. The woman returned, but this time she was wearing a long dress with slits up the sides and no shoes. She crossed the room and stood next to Vin. She was slightly shorter then he was, Torn noted with a frown. "Tatiana, escort Torn back to the cells." Vin ordered, his eyes never leaving Torn's face. Tatiana nodded and removed a pistol from the folds of her dress. "Come on." She ordered.

Torn glared hatefully at Vin before turning around and letting himself be led out. He stopped and Jak and attempted to pick him up. Tatiana grabbed his hair and yanked him upward. "Leave Jak." Vin said. Torn turned abruptly as Tatiana cocked her gun and pointed it at Torn. "You heard him. Leave Jak and move." Tatiana whispered, her voice deadly.

Torn reluctantly turned around and took two steps before he ducked down. Using his legs, he pushed backward and hit Tatiana in the stomach with his head. He reached up and grabbed her arms quickly. He ripped her hands off the guns and it clattered to the floor. He kicked it out of reach and stood, stumbling out of Tatiana's reach.

Tatiana pulled another, smaller pistol out of her dress and pointed it at Torn. Torn moved quickly to the right and a gunshot went off. Torn squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the bullet to hit him.

But it never did. He opened his eyes to see Tatiana looking at Vin. He was holding a pistol as well, but his was aimed at Jak's head. Torn averted his eyes from Vin to look at Jak. Through the smoke, he noticed a small trickle of blood on the floor. Panic arouse in him and he turned his hate filled gaze to linger on Vin again. He found he could not speak and turned to Jak again.

The smoke cleared and Torn noticed the bullet had wedged itself into the floor and the trickle of blood was from a minor wound as a piece of the concrete floor cut Jak. Torn sighed with relief, knowing Jak would live. He was jerked from his thoughts when Vin spoke again.

"Tatiana, take him back to his cell. And make sure this doesn't happen again." He said. Torn glanced up at him one last time and noticed he didn't look very happy. Torn smirked as Tatiana turned him violently around, taking some small pleasure in knowing he had wiped Vin's annoying smirk of his face.

Tatiana hit Torn's shoulder after they left the room with her gun. "You know, you've only made things worse for Jak." She laughed bitterly as Torn struggled to get back to his lover. "Jak! JAK! Let me go, you bitch! JAK!" Torn kicked blindly at Tatiana but she caught his leg and flipped him over. He tripped backward and slammed his head against the ground. He was unconscious immediately.

When Torn woke up he was back in the cell. He saw Daxter near his feet with a ratty rag in his paw. He removed it from a small dish of water and noticed Torn was awake. "It's about time." He joked softly, scurrying as fast as his wounded leg would let him to Torn. "What happened?" Torn asked, touching the back of his head gingerly.

His fingers danced across a large bump matted with blood. Torn winced and removed his fingers when he touched a particularly sore spot. He looked at his hand and noted the blood was still fresh. "How long have I been out?" He asked, trying to sit forward. He was overcome with dizziness and nausea. Daxter pushed him back gently and shook his head.

"Tatiana left about 5 minutes ago; you woke up remarkably fast for someone with a bump that big." Daxter said and dabbed softly at the bump with the wet rag. Torn cringed and hissed. "Don't DO that!" He said, trying to knock Daxter away but only succeeded in making himself more nauseas. Daxter continued dabbing at Torn's head a few moments longer, then stopped.

"That should at least clean it." Daxter muttered to himself, dropping the wet rag into the dish and picking up a long, dry one. He went back over to Torn and balanced on his shoulder. He put the middle of the rag over Torn's wound and pulled the two sides to the front of Torn's head. He pulled it just tight enough so that it wouldn't fall off and tied the two ends together at Torn's forehead so he looked like he was wearing an odd headband.

Torn was fighting the nauseating feeling in his stomach, but when he felt Daxter leave his shoulder he turned to his right and emptied his stomach. After his chest stopped heaving, he could hardly find the strength to sit back up. He rested against the wall and closed his eyes, afraid if he spoke he would throw up again.

Daxter retrieved the wet rag from the bowl and rung it out loosely. He returned to Torn and dabbed at his face to wipe the sweat condensing there. Torn's eyelids fluttered closed. "Thanks, Daxter." Torn muttered before passing out again.

Em: Well, there you go. Sorry for the second long wait, but I've been busy and I had to re-write most of the chapter. Leave a nice review!