A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of ages over 13, I apologize for the delayed update, I was kinda in a Kingdom Hearts mood. (don't shoot me) But I'm back in the J&D mood and ripping and roaring to get back to work. Well here it is the (long) awaited Chappy 4, Let's make some Precursor Magic!-or- The return of the precursor dudes… (don't ask)

The golden sun rose over the skyscrapers of Haven City, and three shadows shone against the hard concrete at the city gates.

"What did you two bring?" Keira asked the two, lugging a bag of supplies over her shoulder.

Tess put her bag down, which was a few times larger than she was. She pulled out a large blaster that has had some major modifications. It was long and slender with a large ammo pack fitted on the top, T-963 was inscribed on the front in golden, bright letters, and Tess held it lovingly.

"This is the T-963, a completely modified blaster, high powered bolts, almost infinite rounds and, it has a cup holder on the side," Tess told them triumphantly pressing a small button on the side revealing an oversized cup holder.

"Wow Tess baby, you never cease to amaze me, I want one! I want the big cup holder!" Daxter shrieked as he grabbed the huge gun. He tried his best to keep it up but kept struggling. Tess picked it up off of his extended arms and handed it to Keira.

"You silly, that's the one I made for Keira, I made smaller ones for you and me," Tess told him, tossing him a smaller version. Daxter picked it up excitedly and pressed the small button."

"Aww, why does Keira get the big cup holder?" Daxter told her slinging the gun on his back.

"I also got some food supplies, Daxter?" Tess asked.

"Oh, I just brought that artists painting, if I die out there I want to keep my ass with me," Daxter told them showing them, again, the atrocious artist painting of his oversized behind.

"Cool then we're set, you guys ready for a few days out in the desert?" Keira asked them, repositioning her pack and heading for the gate, Tess followed Keira but Daxter just stood there, pouting.

"Oh no, I am not! Repeat, NOT! Going back in that desert, not no way, not no how. Not uh, you cannot make me," Daxter shouted with his arms crossed and a stubborn look on his face.

"Well Tess, it's a shame that Daxter's not coming with us, we could see some beach babes sun bathing out there…"

"Beach babes! Sun bathing! Where! Where!"

Torn sat solemnly, alone in the medical center with nothing to do but watch a fat, old, green guy and a young man lie in beds groaning.

"Oh shut up!" he yelled at Samos, he was disgusted with the job he volunteered for, no action, no fighting, just moaning, groaning, and rotting. He sighed loudly and sat back in his small chair, watching his life pass him. To his surprise and delight, Ashelin entered the room, gun holstered, and eyes squared.

"Ashelin, hey, what's up?" Torn asked calmly and tiredly. He had to spend the whole night making sure the two didn't pass out or die.

"What? Something has to be up for me to see you?" Ashelin told him, gracefully walking over to him and grabbing a stray chair.

"No, of course not, but, I didn't think you'd wanna see me here with some dying guys," Torn told her, looking up at the seemingly lifeless corpses that were Jak and Samos.

"Torn, we need to talk, about Vak," Ashelin told him, staring him hard in the eye.

Torn sat up surprised. "Vak? What about Vak?"

"Don't, 'What about Vak?' me. You know damn well 'what about Vak?'." Ashelin sternly told him, "You know, how do you know him?"

"I told you, I don't wanna talk about it, it's a part of my history that I don't like bringing back," Torn told her angrily.

"Come on Torn, we are friends, and from what I hear you think we are more then friends, so come on, spit it out," Ashelin told him starting to get angry as well.

"FINE! God, women are so persistent. He was… well… my mentor, when I was young, he trained me in the way of marksmanship, he was like a father to me. But he always had a separate schedule, and I always wondered what it was. And then, one day, we were going through a training session, and the Crimson Guard broke through the door and took him. He was tried for murder and left me orphaned, and then when I heard he was banished to Metal Head country I just…"

"Quit Crimson Guard, joined the resistance, and the rest is history?" Ashelin told him knowingly.

"Actually I… wait… that's what I was about to say, how did you?"

"I know you well enough Torn, this guy must have been important to you huh?" Ashelin told him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, he was damn important to me, but, ah, forget it," Torn told her pushing her hand away from his shoulder, "Just leave me alone, you watch the dying guys, I'm going for a walk."

"Torn, wait!"

3 HOURS LATER

"Do… we… have to go on? I'm… getting… hot and tired…" Daxter glumly spat out, while dragging his small body along the desert sands, "I haven't… seen any… hot babes… at… all."

"Oh, stick a sock in it, Daxter, its too hot," Tess mumbled, helping Dax along, and trying to drag herself along.

"Ok, you guys rest on these rocks, we should be close by now, I'll go look out," Keira told them, motioning towards a few large stones scattered around the sand.

The two ottsels waddled drearily to the darkly colored rocks and rested their orange bodies along the bumpy surface of the stones. Keira took out a pair of binoculars and looked out to the sandy dunes which seemed to stretch one for an eternity. Daxter looked up at the empty, blue sky and sighed.

"Oh MAN! I hate this desert! Every time I go through here I practically die! Oh Tess baby, give me a tummy rub."

"Not now Daxter, I'm enjoying the shade…"

"SHADE!" Daxter, Tess, and Keira yelled at the same time looking up. Above them was a large circular ship that hovered over them and created a large circle of shade on their resting place. Down tumbled three, familiar, figures from the large ship. They glided almost gracefully in the sky, and then fell hard. Three figures emerged from the newly created holes.

"Dude, that was a solid trip."

"Duh, did we land yet?"

"Shut up you precursor dumb heads, we landed, here they are, we're done with part one!"

"We are? Gosh that was quick."

"Daxter! Dude, it's been awhile."

Daxter, Tess, and Keira stared at the three, newly arrived precursors, they stared deep, and long into their sandy, dirty faces. Then, they fainted.

"Daxter, Daxter! Wake up now! We have many, many things to discuss with you!"

Daxter shot up from his tranced state and looked at them again.

"I saw you guys before! A few weeks ago! When Jak, kinda ditched you…"

"Never mind about that! We already woke up your sweetheart, now, we have some precursor business we need to discuss with you two," the precursor leader told him.

"We gotta like, teach you precursor magic and stuff," the surfer dude precursor added.

"Shush! Well, he's right, since you two are precursor's you need to give you the talk…"

Daxter and Tess stared nervously at each other.

"Duh, hurray! The talk, duh I'll go get the puppets," the stupid one dumbly shouted, "Duh when a mommy and a daddy, duh love each other very much…"

"Dude, like not that talk…"

"Duh, um, ok."

"You see, we precursor's are the creators of the universe and all that crap, and we have some magic powers as you can well imagine. For years we…"

"Oh cut to the chase chubby, me and my luvy duvy, don't like long conversations," Tess told the leader.

"That's right baby; just keep it short and sweet ok?" Daxter politely told them.

"Yes, well, in summary, all you need to do is concentrate hard on what you need, and point your finger when the vision is clear in your head, now planets and universes take very long, but simple things like possessions and people, take a few minutes…"

"Uh, yeah, me make many, many planets in the duh, past, or was it future? Anyways, it tooks a toll on my mind…" the dumb one added.

"You mean that I can have anything I want, just by thinking!" Daxter shouted happily.

"Dude, duh."

A large grin grew on Daxter's face. He closed his eyes tight and relaxed a few minutes, then he pointed his finger to the air, and a blue lighting bolt came out. A flash appeared, and when the light dimmed, they were in small paradise, with palm tree's, a small lagoon, and many beautiful women, dressed in tight bikini's surrounded little Daxter who relaxed on a small chair.

"This is the BEST!" Daxter shouted.

Tess rolled her eyes, pointed her finger up, a flash came, and the whole scene disappeared.

"Aww, come on baby. None of those ladies would replace you!"

"Its time we left, good luck you two, and may your children thrive," the leader told them as he waved with a smile.

"Catch you later dudes!"

"Duh, bye."

In turn, all three precursors disappeared. Daxter and Tess stood there, bewildered.

"CHILDREN!" they shouted, then they fainted on the hard desert sands.