Don't I Deserve a Happy Ending?

A destroyed Jak ends up in a strange, yet wonderful place where he must learn to leave the past behind him and move on, to heal and to forgive himself. And in doing so, he meets quite the assortment of people, and learns quite a few things about himself, the Precursors, and life in general.


Reads reveiws …SWEET MAMA MARY!

Well…replying time!

Sushi-chan:Tee-hee! Thanks! I'm working on this, but I also wanna get some other fics updated so it might slow down at about chapter…oh…say...10 or so. Oh, and I loooove your fic "Two Sides to Everything"!

EMILY:Well…he's kinda in a delirium of a nervous breakdown, and these people have…you know what? It'll all be explained later. hehe

Electric Base Black Dragon:O.o starts CPR Don't die on me now! Fires up shock paddles

EcoJak:Woo! Furbies! Thanks, I need not fear flamers now! D


Baro slowly wrapped his arms around Melo, pulling her back behind him as the strange, pale figure before them gasped for breath, head held in hand with long, saber-like claws.

"Stay behind me, love." He whispered. The creature's ears flicked in response to the noise, but other wise it didn't react before it stumbled, it's chest shaking.

"Baro…" Melo made a move to get in front of him.

"Stay back!" His arm shot out, blocking her path.

"Baro…he's crying…." She said, her voice barely audible. The creature slumped to his knees, entire torso shaking with faint, muffled whimpers. "Let me through, Baro…" His arm fell and she slowly walked forwards, hands before her. "Shh…shh…calm down…" She softly said, steadily moving forward. To her surprise, the beast began to become replaced by the boy again.

"Melo?" Baro whispered. "What's…?" The horns faded and sunk back into the hair, which gained it's golden-green hue again and the skin turned peach. As soon as the long claws finished retracting back into his hands, Melo knelt next to him, Baro standing protectively behind her, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wha-!" The boy's head jerked up, bright blue eyes fogged with tears that streamed down his cheeks. Uncontrollable sobs racking his entire body, he stared at her. Melo made the first move, leaning forward and pulling the boy into a comforting embrace.

"Hush now…it's okay…" She whispered, smiling as her own eyes began to water. The boy could only cry harder as Baro wrapped his arms around the two. He buried his face into their shoulders until they could feel the tears soaking through their shirts.

Eventually the tears turned into dry whimpers and he fell asleep from pure exhaustion, Baro lifting him back onto the bed while Melo grabbed fresh, clean sheets and dressed him in far-too-large nightclothes.

"Do you think he'll drink now?" She asked quietly.

"I think he'll be ready to do anything in order to heal." Baro said with a small, smile, keeping a wary eye on him. Both wanted to mention the white beast, but they didn't. They boy looked sad enough just sleeping there, he didn't need their fear added to the mix.


Heh, you did good, kid. I hate to say it but, you did good.

Awwww!

And as for you…I was right!

Maybe. But I think it's cute, you know…you being all nice to him now.

What? You want I should mindlessly slaughter somebody?

Point taken. Now, let the boy sleep.


"Mnrrrgh…" Jak winced as something bright shone in his face. "Ugh…" He groaned, sitting up and shielding his eyes from the light source before he blinked. The sun?

"…I fell in love with you first time I looked into them there eyes!" He could faintly here a voice singing somewhere outside the quaint, comfortable room he was in. It was simply box-shaped, with plain, pale tan walls and a ceiling that met as a pyramid with dark, wooden beams from which hung a small eco lantern and some odd, round trinket. A simple wooden bed with soft, white sheets and pillows with an ocean blue comforter and…a teddy lurker?

"Heh…" He gave the stuffed animal a small smile as he picked it up, turning it over in his hands before placing it on the bedside table. An empty bookcase stood in one corner, a desk in another, and a closet across from the door finished the room. He couldn't help but think of how it reminded him of Sandover, with a few small, potted flowers placed about the room for decoration.

"Hey! Welcome back to the land of the living!" The same warm, motherly voice he ha heard singing said. He recognized the woman as soon as she walked in the door as the one who had been comforting him all night. She was in her early middle ages, with a figure that would have once been curvaceous but now served to make her only more of a mother with pale, strawberry blond hair streaked with white and grey pulled back in a long braid and round, chestnut-brown eyes.

"Uhm…hck…gkk" He froze as he tried to speak, placing a hand on his throat as he realized how dry it was. The woman smiled and handed him a bowl filled with a vicious, translucent-silver liquid that smelled strongly of a fresh rainfall.

"Here, drink up. Don't try to talk just yet, you have been near death for days and haven't had anything." She said, he nodded, remembering what it was like not to speak and tipped the liquid down his throat. It was surprisingly cool, and stuck to the inside of his mouth, leaving a sugary, sweet taste. She stopped him when the bowl was halfway empty and chuckled. "You shouldn't drink it all up on one try. Your stomach will need time to get used to being full again." She explained with a warm smile. He nodded and couldn't help but give her a small smile of his own.

"I'm Melo, by the way. Once you get your voice back, you can tell me your name." She looped and arm under his armpits and eased his legs off the bed. "Can you stand up?" She asked, he slowly stood, wobbling dangerously before leaning heavily on her for support. "Here, just take your time, god knows there's plenty of that out here." With a small laugh, she lead him away from the bed to the window, opening it and leaning out as Jak leaned against the wall. "Oi! Baro!"

"Melo! How's the boy doing!" A voice answered out from outside and Jak peered over her shoulder to see a tall, barrel-chested man standing next to a yakow that grazed lazily. His hair was a brilliant red, with a balding pattern similar to Damas' and long streaks of white going through his short, thinning hair. Jak blinked, a second story room?

"He's up and about!" Baro blinked before he vaulted over the fence of the pasture and ran inside. Jak could hear him stomping up the stairs before he appeared in the doorway, a large grin on his face.

"Ha-HA!" He laughed, placing an arm around Melo. "What did I tell you?"

"Never doubted you." Melo answered with a wink. "And this is Baro, my husband." Baro extended a hand that dwarfed Jak's in sheer size. Jak could feel that he was a working man, with calloused hands and a strong grip. After heartily shaking Jak's arms a few times he snickered again and clapped Jak on the back a bit too hard, making the boy stumble sheepishly.

"Come on, kid. Get back into bed before you faint, if there's anything you need, it's rest." Baro said with another hearty clap on the back, Jak nodded, wincing. He did feel a little…drained…Baro barely caught him before he hit the floor as he fainted. "…How much Ize did he drink?"

"A half-bowl, he'll be out for the whole day." Melo said with a soft smile. "I think I may have forgotten to tell him that it'll make him sleep. He should wake up tomorrow morning at the least."

"You're one tricky vixen, you know that?"


"G'morning." Jak opened one eye as Melo opened the curtains of the window, letting the sun shine in.

((A/N: LEEEEET THE SUUUUUUN SHIIIIIIINE IN!))

He had a clear view out of the window and could see nothing but green fields in the distance, dotted with yakows and other animals along with the tops of great trees and other plants with hazy, purple mountains in the distance. She handed him a glass of water and waited for him to drink it.

"Ahem…ahh…wow…" Was all she could say, whatever the silvery liquid she had given him was, it had given him back at least half the strength he had lost overnight…er…day. "Th-thanks…"

"No problem, honey." She said, sitting on the side of the bed as he looked down at himself. He was dressed in a pair of plain, white, far too large pants that were just barely secured in by a drawstring. Other than that, there wasn't much too look at that he hadn't seen before, except that he was a bit thinner and could count his ribs. Melo's eyes locked onto the large, black scar that spread across his chest like a twisted spiderweb.

"Uhm…" He self-consciously covered his chest with the blankets.

"Don't worry, kid. I had to clean you up earlier, I saw it. That's Dark Eco scarring, isn't it?" She asked with a surprisingly knowing smile.

"Y…yeah…how did you…?" She rolled up the sleeve of her red tunic to reveal a similar scar, but much smaller, on her upper arm.

"I got a nasty scratch from a Dark crystal when I was a kid, got sick for weeks." She said with a triumphant grin. "By the way, before I forget, hon, what's your name?"

"…Jak." She simply smiled.

"Nice name, you must be named after Jak Mar from those old legends, eh?" He froze, then nodded numbly.

"Yeah…I guess so…"He coughed dryly before the door burst open, revealing Baro with a small, steaming bowl of…something that looked like stew. Smelled like yakow steak, though.

"Eat on up, son! This'll have you working on the fields in no time!"

"BARO!" Melo shouted! "For Mar's sake! Give the boy time to rest and heal!" Baro only grinned at his wife and ruffled Jak's hair.

"Oh, come on, don't listen to her, kid. I can see it in your eyes, you're an active boy, ain'tcha? We are going to get you back out there before you get so bored you climb out the window!" He laughed, a deep, rumbling laugh, and dodged as Melo aimed a playful punch at his shoulder.

"Oh, come on, now. Let him be!" She stood up and pushed her husband towards the door, and he slowly complied.

"Hey, son, what's your name!" He called back as he approached the doorway.

"J-Jak."

"Oi, Jak! Soon as you can walk by yourself again, sneak past my wife and I'll smuggle you down to the village for some fresh clothes."

"Out-out-OUT!" Melo shouted with a smile, finally forcing him out and slamming the door shut. She shrugged at Jak and grinned. "Now…eat that stew before it get's cold. And if you get sick, bathrooms right across the hall." She slowly walked out herself, but leaned back in as Jak slowly stirred the spoon in the stew, eyeing a suspicious-looking meat-chunk. "Oh, and don't worry, it's farmer's stew. It'll give you strength back in no time."

"Tell Baro…thanks." He said with another cough before slurping down a spoonful of the thick, gravy-like broth.

"No prob, honey. Now you rest up today, and maybe tomorrow I'll show you around the house. If you're up to it." She shut the door with a smile and hugged Baro tightly outside the door. "He's eating!"

"I tol'ja. That kid's a fighter, have you felt his hands? Hard as rock."