This is not goodbye

By Kuro Kin'youbi

Disclaimer: I do not own Naughty Dog. Or Jak and Daxter, Jak 2: Renegade, or Jak 3. End of story.


Chapter 2

It was 2 months after Damas' death and the time when Jak saved the world again. But now, he was back in Haven City, with Daxter and all of his other friends. Haven City was almost completely cleared of Metal Heads and Robots. But there was something missing in Jak's life. Sure, he had kissed Ashelin, made Keira jealous and Torn on his 'out to get' list, but... Damas. Until his untimely death Jak had known him as a good friend and strict king, but as he was dying, he revealed to Jak without knowing it that he was his son. And Damas had never found out.

"Jak." Daxter asked "I bring food. Want some?"

Jak didn't turn around to talk to his friend. "Sure buddy."

He held out his hand and Daxter put something in it. Jak brought it closer to his face and looked at it. In his hands he was holding a dead rat. He let out a yell and threw it up into the air. He didn't move from being under it as it went into the air, and back down onto his head.

"Daxter!" Jak yelled, running around wildly "Get it off!"

Daxter laughed at his friend, who was in distress... funny distress though. It looked so funny. Finally Jak picked the rat out of his tangled hair and chucked it as far away as he could... which was very far.

"Wow!" Daxter said. "Would you see that! I"m pretty sure that reached Spargus!"

Jak fell silent. Spargus... Damas...

Please, promise me one thing. Promise me you'll find my son, Mar.

Daxter realised what he said, and was silent too.

You'll know him when you see this.

The words were almose ringing in Jak's head.

He's wearing an amulet just like it.

Jak absent mindedly took the amulet out from his pocket and looked it it. Tears welled in his eyes. He tried to blink them away, because it wasn't cool for a guy to cry, but they fell down his face. Daxter was too busy trying to apologise about hurting Jak's feelings to notice the tears.

A symbol of our lineage with the great house of Mar. Save the people, Jak. They need you...

"Dax, don't worry about apologising." Jak said, wiping away his tears "It's not your fault he's gone."

Daxter nodded.

"But, if we had never discovered that Rift Rider and come here, he wouldn't be dead... oh, sorry."

An idea was forming in Jak's head... as soon as Daxter mentioned the Rift Rider.

"Dax, you're a genius!"


"Oh, hi Jak." Keira said, when he went to the new Garage "What can I do for you?"

Jak came in and sat on the bench. He grinned at her.

"I have a proposal for you." He said.

She looked alarmed.

"You're gonna propose?" She squeaked.

Jak widened his eyes. He grinned and ruffled his hair a little.

"No, that's not what I had in mind."

Her face fell. But she shook of her disappointment and smiled.

"What is it?" She asked.

He wrung his hands together and looked down.

"Would you be able to make a Rift Rider?"

Keira looked at him for a long while. She was thinking, Why does he want a Rift Rider? She sat there, a thinking look on her face. After a while of standing there thinking, she walked around the garage a little and tinkered with her latest project for a minute or so.

"Why do you want a Rift Rider?" She asked. "You don't want to change time do you?"

Jak shrugged and shook his head. He didn't want to go into detail about the plan he was planning, and he was the only one that knew about it at the moment.

"No, I don't want to change time." Jak said. "I just want to go through time and do things. Nothing that will alter time, mind you."

Keira saw the distressed look on Jak's face. She thought a moment more.

"You want to save your father from death, don't you"?

He nodded solemnly.

"OK, I'll do it."


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