­­­Yay! My first fanfic. I'm so happy. I'm so proud. Anyway, It's my first, so please review. Don't be rude, though. The first couple chapters may suck, But it gets better! I have a bunch of ideas.

Rating: Probably PG 13 for harsh language and suggestive themes. Only a little though. XP

Chapter 1

3 A.M. Lovely. It was 3 A.M, and Jak was still awake, haunted by nightmares. It was a year since the last 'Adventure', since the war had taken place. The city had cleaned up pretty nice, almost back to it's former glory. Almost. Still a fallen statue here, a blocked road there. Though it was mostly pretty nice.

Jak stared out of the window of his bedroom in the slums, he was staring at a banner, an advertisement. His mind began to wander, wandering to the recent past. After. He remembered everything. After he had decided to stay, stay here, he had moved back to Haven, finally allowed back into the city. He found a House, or the closest thing to one, and for most of that year, he had lived off his 'Friends' salary, and they moved ahead as he dwelled in the past. Keira got another Friend, or closer than one, a Boyfriend. Ashelin had made a choice, and her choice obviously wasn't Jak.

When he finally got back on his feet, he still had a tough time. Employers where hard to find, especially with his little 'condition'. Though, little was a very big understatement. Now, he made most of his money Racing. The prize money was good, the trophies just cluttered up his little Third Floor Shack.

In a split second, less than average citizen's mind raced through the whole last year, depressing him more than he needed to be. As he gazed out the window, a buzzer rang. Someone was at the door. At this time in the night? Or Morning?

He held down a button on the nightstand, speaking into his pillow instead of the speaker. "I'm sorry, I'm not home right now, Please leave a message," he groaned, his voice seeming dry and scratched.

"Excuse me, sir. We must talk to you Immediately. It's quite urgent," a voice crackled over the speaker. A man's voice. Great, great.

"I'll be there in a second," Jak mumbled, rolling over, nearly falling out of the bed. He didn't see the need to look quite good, at least that's what he thought. He threw on any old shirt, he could care less if it had been laying on the ground, begging for a wash. Not that it would get it. His water had gotten shut off, anyway. In nothing but a Shirt and a pair of boxers, he strolled down the narrow hallway.

The blonde stood in front of the door, flicking the switch. The metal door slowly opened, first one, then the other. He watched the gears twirl, and the door slide open, revealing two people who where probably out of their minds.