We, Ourselves, and Us, Chapter One: Day of Reflection

Here are the only things you need to know before you start reading the story. (If you want the full story, read They, Themselves, and I first!)

1. My friends and I were trapped in Haven.

2. I was infected with Dark Eco and must use the powers to help Jak and Tiffany.

3.Jak, Tiffany, and I are part of Mar's Prophecy of Eternal Peace.

4.Michael left Haven to go to our world to let everyone know that we were alive, and the Precursors said that he wouldn't survive in Haven City.

5. Jak and Keira were married three years after Vegar was destroyed and had a child named Michael in honor of my former boyfriend.

6. Torn and Ashlynn have a son named Nicholas (Nicky).

7. Daxter and Tess have a son named Bram.

8. Michael, Nicky, and Bram were born one year after we defeated Vegar, so they're about two or three years old.

9.This story is told in Tiffany's POV.

Well, that's about it. Enjoy the story and please review!


Years may come and years may go,
But this scroll tells of the greatest heroes
That this city will know.
A warrior's spirit, one of the dark,
One of the Ancient Precursorian Mark.

The warrior fought for all the world,
With his weapons and pride
And two little girls.

The first young woman with the heart of a beast
Fought for her friends, her city,
And her enemy's dicease.

The third with the mark of the rule of ancient times
Battled for peace, glory,
And victory sublime.

Years may come and years may go,
But this scroll tells of the greatest heroes
That this city will know.
So people of this city bow down on your knees
To the Almighty Jak, Jordan, and Tiffany!

When Jordan first recited this poem, I didn't know what to believe. Was it for real? Yes. If it weren't for us, this city would go to waste. We completed the prophecy, and now Haven will be safe. At least until we're gone...

For three, nearly four,years we've lived in Haven City. It's quiet now as we rest on the stairs of the palace where we live. Jak was kind enough to wish for our own rooms so that we may be comfortable. Little did he know that soon after he would be needing many extra rooms.

After Nicky, Torn and Ashlynn's son, and the oldest out of all the children born within the past few years, was born, Jordan gave up her room and came to share mine. Then Bram came along, Daxter and Tess's little boy. We had to move into one of the guest rooms. And last but not least came little Michael. Jordan had this 'brilliant' idea to share rooms with the babes. Seeing as we had no other choice, we became the babies' godmothers and babysitters. I now share a room with Bram, Nicky, Michael, and Jordan. The other rooms became a play room and a display room. Here, Jordan and the others placed their war items and trophies. I managed to sneak some of my stuff in as well...

We don't have a problem watching over the little ones. The only problem is that babysitting them cuts into our free time! And the fact that whenever Jordan plays with Mikey, she seems so far away. Poor Jordan, she's been so lonesome ever since Michael went away. Now that Blake is here, I feel like I'm spending more time with him instead of my best friend in the whole world...

"It's okay, Tiff. Go on your date. I can keep watch of the children."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive! What are best friends for?"

Many times I have tried to get her to find someone else. She only shrugs me off and continues her work. That's another thing wrong with her: she never takes time off! Since we were chosen to be part of the Grand Council of Haven City, which was about two years ago, she hasn't had muchtime to herselflately. It's always paper work this, or paper work that. I do just as much as she does, but she always insists that I go on these dates to improve my relationship with Blake.

Occasionally we get called out onto missions, just the little ones though. Jak doesn't want to overtire Jordan and I. Sometimes, after a mission, we don't report back until dark, which scares the hell out of the others. Like today. Today we have the stairs all to ourselves...

"Jordan, you need a boyfriend," I nagged. This was something I was getting better at. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag! Her eyes widened and she turned her head towards me. "Where did that come from all of a sudden?"

"Well, it's true! You haven't even talked about boys since Mike left!" Ouch, I bet that stung... "Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to say that!"

"It's okay," she said rather coldly.Jordan stood up and stretched. "We'd better get back to the palace..." So we left. Left that bad memory on the stairs. And something in the back of my mind was telling me that we wouldn't be going down these stairs for a long, long time...

"Nicky, Michael, Bram! We're home!" We walked through the long corridors of the palace calling the infants' names. Jak and Keira sat at the table in the dining hall. "Where were you?" asked Jak worriedly. "I was about to send out a group of Freedom Fighters!"

"Haven't you figuired it out yet? We don't report just to piss you off!" He buried his head in his hand and growled out his last warning. "If it happens again, you won't get paid the next time you two babysit!" Yeah, I think we better stop. However, Jordan decided to push him to the very edge. Please don't, Jordan! I want money! "Soooooo, if we do it again, we won't get paid?"

"Precisley."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really, really?"

"Yes, really."

"...Really, really, really, re-"

"GO AWAY!" Now you've done it. We ran down the halls laughing and calling the babies. Later on we found them in the play room. Little Nicky was holding up a toy sword and a knight's helmet on his head. Bram was down onthe floorholding his own little toy sword up to Nicky. While these two held their fake battles, Mikey sat in the corner. Watching. It's so weird, he's nothing like his father. He's more like his mother, the type that likes to play with little things, break them, and try and figuire out how to fix them.

Jak isn't disappointed in him. He's just a little suprized. We'd always dreamed of Michael being more of the rowdy type. Instead, he was just as sweet as Keira herself. It was amazing how perfect their family was. "Hi, Mikey! Watcha' doin'?"

"Makin' uh pitchure..." Underneath him were a few broken crayons and colored sheets of paper. "I drawin' knighs an' dragoons!" From the distant look on Jordan's face, I could tell that she was thinking of how she and Michael love to draw dragons much like the one before us. Whatever you want to talk about, I'll be right here for ya' buddy.

We left the play room and went to our own room. As large as it was, you could hardly move around due to all the toys scattered on the floor. Jordan began picking them up. "So are you going on another date tonight?" she asked. "I'm going out to take care of a few things..."

"Yeah, Blake and I are going out to eat. What are you gonna' take care of?"

"Oh, just a few personal errands." She didn't look at me while she talked. Jordan never looks at me when she talks. In fact, she doesn't look at anybody when she talks. The only times she will look at you is when you're the one talking. This had to stop...


"Man, that food was good!" Blake and I had just left the restaurant. We decided that we would take a walk after eating. "Yeah, pretty nice." He could tell that my mind wasn't entirely on the meal. "Was' wrong?" I knew I could trust Blake. I could always trust Blake. "You know how Jordan's been acting kind of weird lately?" He nodded and urged for me to continue. "Well, I think it has something to do with her old boyfriend Michael. They were really close, and today we kept on running into things that reminded her of him!"

"I've got a plan. Why don't we try and find a match for her?"

"Tried that. She only turns them down..." As we walked and talked we kept thinking of new ways to help Jordan. Finally, we came up with an immature proposal. "How 'bout we post her name on one of those chat forums? Lots of guys go there."

"Yeah! Instead of her asking someone, we'll have someone ask her! Great idea, Blake!" And just in time. We were on the steps of the palace. "I'll talk to Torn. He's always messin' around with the computor type stuff." We said our good-bye's and went our separate ways.

Before I stepped inside, I caught a glimpse of something moving around a nearby light post. Jordan. She appeared to be holding a drawing, Michael's drawing. The colorful scribbles were illuminated by the light, making it seem even more colorful. Is she...crying? I could hear small mournful noises coming from her direction, and I knew immediatly that it was her. She'll come in when she's ready...

I rode the elevator up to our now clean room. Tomorrow I would ask Torn to do the dark deed of posting her name on the most popular chat forum that I know...