A/N: Ahh, the big REUNION!!!! This chap is a little longer than the others, but I guess that's a good thing, Ne? Some of the lines in this chapter are taken directly from the game, it was a little frustrating when I was trying to figure out how to integrate my story with the game, but I hope I did a decent job. And just to let you know, " - " means a time change that could mean a few hours later to a whole year.

Summary: Jak, Keira, and Daxter are reunited after a whole two years apart.

Pairings: JakxKeira, TornxAshelin, DaxterxTess

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AL: Yup, the big reunion has come! If you like long chapters, I guess you'll like this one, it's longer than the others!

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Darker Still
by Ashelin Rayne

Chapter Three
Long-Awaited Reunion

Spargus City, Keira decided was a wonderful place to spend some time away from the metal city, if one didn't mind the giant, dinosaur-like Metal Heads and the extremely aggressive, attacks-anyone-caught-out-in-the-desert, Marauders that patrol the deserts around the city. Sig had taken her out to a small Metal Head nest a couple times which she enjoyed immensely as she sat at the gun turret, shooting anything that moved with childish glee as she pretended that they were mini-Erols. The armor-clad Wastelander had noticed the depression that had settled over his tiny she-elf friend, but knowing how moody women were, decided not to press her on it too much. He just allowed her to enjoy the Metal Head killing spree she was on, amused as she cackled maniacally, screaming 'Take THAT you BASTARD!!!' He immediately came to the conclusion that something unpleasant had happened with a man she disliked very much, or that man had done something that she was definately not pleased with.

Sig had taken Keira to the ruler of the city, King Damas, to introduce the two. She found the old King to be quite pleasant, he was very kind and a great ruler. His generally sweet nature and kindness reminded her of someone she knew but couldn't place her finger on who. Keira was saddened when she heard that he had a son that was missing somewhere in Haven City, but he told her that she shouldn't worry about it. She spent the whole the whole month in Damas' palace as a guest, spending most of her time venting her anger as she killed Metal Heads, collecting artifacts with the King, working out and training, using the moves Ashelin had taught her, and exploring all the places around Spargus City. Keira didn't want to leave, but she had to get back to Haven City so she could find the others.

As soon as she got back to the Hip Hog, Krew bombarded her with questions, saying that Erol had been bothering him non-stop, asking about her whereabouts. Keira held back her gag as the mountain of blob's spit sprayed everywhere, including her face. Wiping away the nasty fluids, she promptly told him that she was on a vacation and left it at that. A second after the words left her mouth, the spawn of Satan entered the doors of the Hip Hog, drawing out a dangerous growl from Keira. Immediately spotting the young woman, Erol cried out in glee and spang over to embrace her. Keira cried out and shoved him, with extreme force, away from her and into a table.

"Don't you fuckin' touch me, you sick bastard!" She screamed as she glared down at him.

"Please Keira," the man looked at her with fake-sorrow which she easily saw through, "I'm sorry! I was drunk, I won't ever hurt you again!" The she-elf inwardly scoffed.

"Don't you ever touch me again," she warned, a death threat laced in her icy voice, "I won't warn you again."

"Please, Keira my love, come back to the garage with me," he begged pathetically, "you're the best mechanic I've ever had, and I'll do whatever you ask." Keira raised an eyebrow.

"I want a raise," she said coldly. Erol quickly took out a fist sized pouch and took out a couple of gold coins and placed them in her hand, "Do you want me to starve in this Mar-forsaken place?" He placed several more coins in her hand. "I mean, really, a girl can never get anything to eat here." More coins were added to the others. "You really must want me to become a walking skeleton, don't you?" Half the bag was poured into her hand. "I knew I would die here, but I at least thought my stomach would be filled." Erol sighed and placed the whole bag into her tiny hand and Keira grinned.

"I also want the apartment above the garage and, eventually, my own racing team," she added as she poured the coins into the pouch and threw it into her backpack.

"It's done."

"Okay, then we have a deal." Keira went into the back room to pack what little items she had.

"That woman drives a hard bargain, ey?" Krew chuckled at the idiotic racer, "Get's it from me, you see."

"EROL!" The she-elf suddenly yelled from her room, "If you so much as TOUCH me in a way I don't like, I'll CASTERATE YOU WITH A RUSTY MEAT GRINDER!!!!!"

Erol gulped.

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"Are you sure you don't want to meet the Shadow?" Torn asked the blue-and-green haired she-elf.

"Nah, I'm good. So," Keira sat with Tess at the Underground's HQ which she occasionally visited, a year after she had gotten back from Spargus City, "how goes it with Operation: Overthrow The Fuckin' Retarded Baron? No offense Ashelin."

"None taken," was the reply from the red-head. The four people sat around a rectangular table with Torn at the head, Ashelin to his right, Tess to his left, and Keira at the other end.

"Not so good," Torn sighed, "Praxis has finally recognized us as a major threat to his rule, now he's gonna be coming down on us a lot harder. Everything's about to become much more difficult."

"Mmm, sounds like fun," Keira replied grimly. When Tess offered her an alcoholic beverage she declined. "Sorry but I can't, not at the legal age yet," she smirked. All three heads whipped towards her direction.

"What do mean 'not at the legal age yet'?" Ashelin raised an eyebrow, "You're twenty-one....right?" Their eyes widened as she shook her head.

"You're at least eighteen," Tess spoke out, "I mean, you work at a bar." Keira's smirk only widened.

"Nope, I'm sixteen."

"WHAT!?!" They exclaimed at the same time.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"That would mean, if you were telling me the truth, that you were fifteen when you started working for Krew!" Tess gasped. Keira nodded. "But...but that's illegal!" The green-and-blue haired she-elf raised an eyebrow.

"More than half the things Krew does are illegal," she laughed, "I don't see why you're so surprised."

"You didn't look fifteen," Torn muttered.

"Yeah," the other two ladies agreed. The young she-elf just shrugged.

"But why?" Ashelin asked in confusion, "Why would you work for someone like him?"

"Yes, I knew he was a slimeball the moment I walked in, but I was desperate," Keira knew that answer didn't quell their curiosity, "it's complicated, besides, I think the Baron issue is a more pressing matter than hearing my life story." The group reluctantly went back to discussing more plans as they were eager to learn more about the mysterious she-elf sitting with them, but they let it slide.

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Screams echoed throughout room as a ray gun zapped drak eco into a figure strapped to a cold, metal torturing table. The figure had long, sleek, green and blonde hair with a small green goatee and was dreesed in light colored pants and shirt, he wore a pair of goggles around his forehead with a red, cape like cloth attatched to it, winding around his neck and falling behind his back.

The screaming abruptly stopped as the machine shut off, two other figures hovered over the man on the table, one in a skin tight suit and the other with most of his left side replced with metal.

"Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged," the computer's voice rang out.

"Hhhppp." The larger figure, none other than Baron Praxis, grumbled, "Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different!"

"He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments', Baron Praxis," Erol, the smaller figure, mused, "I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed."

"Aaaagh!" The Baron glared at the figure on the table, "You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!"

"What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks," Erol turned to his commander, "without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!" Praxis glowered darkly.

"I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures!" He yelled angrily, "Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!" He stalked off towards the exit.

"As you wish," Erol leaned in towards the figure groaning on the table, "I'll finish you later..." He followed the Baron out of the room.

The man on the table lay silently, contemplating the fate that was now laid out before him. He was going to die. The elf shut his eyes tightly, it was the only way to keep his tears at bay as he thought to himself. 'Keira...I'm sorry, I've failed you......' Just as the man, now recognized as Jak, finished that thought, he heard the sound of a platform raising towards his table and the voice of someone familiar.

"Ding, ding... Third floor... Body chains, roach food, torture devices," an orange Ottsel with goggles on his head and fingerless gloves on his hand jumped off the platform and onto Jak. "Hey buddy... you seen any heroes around here?" His eyes widened when he recognized his best friend. "WHOA! What'd they do to you? Jak, it's me... Daxter!" Jak groans and barely opens his eyes before letting his head drop back onto the table. "That's a fine hello! I've been crawling around in this place risking my tail, literally, to save you! I've been looking for you for two years! Say something! Just this once!!" He yelled, shaking him by the front of his shirt. The dazed elf began to regain his senses and suddenly snapped.

"I'm gonna KILL Praxis!" He roared and began struggling against his bindings.

"Shhhhhh! Right now, we gotta get you outta here," Daxter hissed as he moved over to his left hand, trying to figure out how to get him off the metal table, "just let me figure out how to open the security locks for your chair so..." The Ottsel was cut off when the elf let out an inhuman scream, he watched as his skin changed from tan to pale white, tinted purple. Jak's eyes darkened until they were like pitch black orbs, horns grew out of his head, tangled in his now stark white hair, he grew sharp and deadly fangs and claws, and dark eco cackled like electricity around him. Jak ripped the metal bindings like they were paper and lept off of the table.

"Or aaah... you could do it," Daxter chuckled nervously as the beast he silently dubbed 'Dark Jak' turned towards him with a malicious glint in his dark, bottomless-pit-for-eyes. "Jak? Easy now. Easy buddy. It's, it's your old pal Daxter, remember?" Dark Jak roared and raised his arm to attack but suddenly stopped as Jak took control, changing back to his normal self.

"Daxter?" He shook his head to regain some of his senses.

"What the heck was that?! Sheesh, remind me not to piss you off! Come on, tall dark and gruesome. We're outta here!" The orange ball of fur lead the dazed elf to an escape route, "I, uh, brought you some new threads. Put 'em on." He motioned towards the blue tunic, brown pants, boots, and his ring belt that straps to his chest on the platform. Jak quickly changed and the two were off.

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"When can I get one of those?" Keira asked over the whirring of the charging Peacmaker. Sig laughed.

"How 'bout...two weeks from never?"

"You're no fun," she pouted, "I want a new toy to kill Metal Heads with..."

"Kid, you really are an odd one," he chuckled as he let off a shot at a small group of Metal Heads, wiping them out instantly. Torn had asked the she-elf to go out into the ruined town she reffered to as Dead Town to clear out the Metal Heads roaming around. He wanted her to go with a few of his men but she declined, saying she would be fine and would bring her own friend, Sig, along. Keira whined like a little kid while she stood to the older elf's left.

"See?! You gun is way cooler than mine!"

"I know that, cherry," the tall, dark man smirked.

"You suck Yakkow balls, you know that?"

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling coming from the large ruined tower behind them. They turned and watched as the building began to collapse upon itself, Keira saw movement in the corner of her eye, it looked like a figure grinding down a cable but when she searched for it she found nothing. Waving it off as paranoia, she turned back to Sig who was already moving on to collect the Skull Gems.

"Are you sure I can't have one?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Can't I just shoot it? Just once?"

"No!"

"Please?!"

"Kid...." Sig growled in annoyance.

"Alright, alright," Keira backed off, "spoil all my fun, why don't you?"

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A fist slammed onto the table in the Underground HQ, Keira jumped at the sudden action as she walked in. She found Torn growling darkly at the piece of furniture, he would've burned a large hole in it with his intense glare if he could. The she-elf smirked at her hot-tempered friend.

"Now what did that poor table do to be the recieving end of your temper tantrum?" She teased. Torn looked up and glared at his friend.

"For the last time," he began to growl again, "I don't have temper tantrums. I just found out the Baron's gaurds were giving eco to Metal Heads!"

"What the hell?" Keira gasped, "That bastard better not be making deals with those damn monsters, if he is then he just gave me a new reason to rip his balls off."

"I just sent my infromants over to deliver some eco ore to Krew," he told her, "they're gonna try to squeeze some information from him."

"Not before that fat fuck sends them out on a mission," she sighed, knowing the bar owner all too well. "I'm gonna go over there to see if they'll need any help."

"I think they'll be fine, knowing them, killing a few Metal Heads will be a piece of cake after blowing up one of the Barron's ammunition's dump," Torn grinned. Keira raised an eyebrow at the elf.

"They were the ones that blew that place up?" She laughed, "I think we'd get along just dandy, remind me to thank them later for that." Keira walked out of the room and, deciding to not use her prototype JET-board, walked up to a nice, shiney zoomer someone had carelessly left lying around. After hot wiring it, she sped off, sticking close to the ground instead of the higher level where all the other zoomers traveled. Keira couldn't resist, letting out a devillish smirk as she ran over a Krimzon Guard. Immediately, the alarms went off and she slammed on the gas, speeding well over eighty miles per hour as she dodged the fire and manuvered through the city expertly. As she neared the Hip Hog, she lept off the zoomer and let it keep zooming in one direction to throw off the KG as she entered the H.H.H. She laughed when she safely made it into the bar, making Krew give her an odd look.

"Aahh, Keira, my pet," he glided over to her, "what brings you to my lovely bar?"

"Where are the guys that delivered your eco ore?" She asked, getting straight to the point.

"The Underground's new delivery boys, ey?" Krew raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Mmmm, I just sent them off with Sig to collect a few Metal Head trophies, why so interested, ey?"

"Damn it! Sig said he wouldn't go hunting without me," Keira glared at the wall, "and what I'm interested in is none of you god damn business."

"Hmm, I need my smuggling route in the sewers to be cleared of the Baron's Sentry Guns," the fat man stroked his chin, "but Erol needs repairs on his zoomer for today's race. He's asked for your assistance so I'll just have the boys handle it when they get back. Why are you still standing there, ey? Get to the garage!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya'!" Keira muttered as she walked out the door, "damn idiotic Erol, probably gets his zoomer damaged just so he could get me to fix it."

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Keira, for once, was happy at the news Erol delivered to her. He had just given her own racing team, leaving her to find her own driver, though. As soon as he left the garage, she went behind a green curtain that hid her secret project, a new Rift RIder. Keira started building it at the start of the year, determined to go home after she found the others. She laughed bitterly as she thought how she would've reacted, three years ago, if she saw herself now, knowing what happened during the past two years. The younger Keira would be disgusted and horrified and probably would've cried for her in pity, but the older Keira knew that life was cold, cruel, and ever-changing and you had to change, had to become harder and stronger to survive. Keira then laughed bitterly when she though of her father, Jak, and Daxter's reactions when they found she changed from Carefree, Happy-Go-Lucky! Keira to Angry, Bitter-and-Murderous! Keira.

"Fuck!" She cursed as she dropped one of her tools onto her hand. She cradled the throbbing hand to her chest and shook her head of all thoughts, right now she had to focus on building the RIft Rider from her excellent memory.

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The Rift Rider was near completion, sweat trickled down the she-elf's forehead and cheek behind a large mask as she used a blow torch to weld pieces of metal together. Shutting off the flaming torch, she slipped the face mask off and wiped off the sweat as she pulled off her outer working gloves. Keira stepped out from behind the curtain and chugged down a bottle of water sitting at the table, she coughed as she choked on the water when Krew popped out of no where.

"Aaaah, Keira, I have good news," the flying obese man grinned, "I've found the perfect candidate for your racing team."

"That's great, you're so kind," she replied sarcastically, then looked at him suspiciously, "what's in it for you?"

"Oh, nothing," his grin spread wider, "just for half of all the profit you and your racer recieves." Keira rolled her eyes, knowing that he would say something like that. She waved off the fat man.

"Whatever, if he makes it from the Hip Hog to the garage in less than three minutes, I'll consider it."

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"I have a proposition for you, Jak," Krew floated over to Jax and Daxter as they entered the Hip Hog. "Racing is the biggest sport in the city! Erol is the undisputed grand champion. He's crazy and dangerous on the track. Haha. My kind of guy. Only a fool would dare race against him, 'ey! And that's where you two come in. A client of mine is looking for a fast driver for her racing team." He tossed an object to the green-and-blonde elf. "Here's a security pass to get you into the stadium section." The fat man then gave them a piece of parchment which Daxter snatched out of his grubby hands, "Uh, and your contract, with just a few trifles for me. I've ah, already signed your name to save time, mmmmmnn." The Ottsel immediately began reading the document.

"We the racers hereby agree to give Krew all proceeds from race earnings, endorsement fees, broadcast royalties, syndications residuals, vehicle sponsorships, mall appearance fees, collectible card assets, fast-food tie-ins, use of likeness rights, talk show deals, clothing lines, all print rights including book, novella, comic, pamphlet, tickertape, neon sign and bathroom graffiti designs..." Jak watched his furry friend read non-stop and with out breathing, the elf began to get dizzy as Daxter continued to read off the list.

"Toy rights, shoe lines, mood rings, game rights, " the Ottsel paused for a moment, "GAME RIGHTS!?! Vitamin endorsements, city kickbacks, movie deals, and of course, all death and dismemberment accident insurance claims."

"Heh heh heh... we can work out the tiny details later," Krew laughed nervously, "If you can get from here to the Race Garage near the stadium in less than 3 minutes, my client said that she would consider letting you drive for her team. Make me proud, mmmm!" Jak shook off his dizzyness and let a devillish grin spread across his face at the thought of another challange. The nineteen year old immediately left the bar to hijack a nice little zoomer, as soon as he sat in the seat of the vehicle, the communicator in his bag began to float around him with a clock ticking down from three minutes.

"Hang on, Dax," he said to his furry friend as he sped off, navigating expertly through the city.

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Jak leapt off of the zoomer, barely making it to the garage in time, and ran inside to hide from the Guards. He looked outside carefully to see if any of the red armor-clad idiots had seen him. Daxter let out a sigh as the alarms died down.

"Way to cut it close there, buddy," the Ottsel commented.

"Damn Guard," Jak cursed, "I didn't run him over, he leapt into my way!" Daxter just shook his head. The two turned and head to the almost empty garage.

"Ah... hello? Krew said someone was looking for a race driver?" Jak called out to see if anyone was there.

"I'm busy right now. You must be Krew's new errand boys," the two jumped at the female voice, somehow familiar, that rang out suddenly. They looked to their right and found a green curtain with the silhouette of a curvy woman on it. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, you did get here fast, but I'm not interested in any new drivers right now, and I've got work to do."

"Is there anything we can do?" The green-and-blonde elf asked, wanting to help.

"No!" She jumped and then added nervously, "I'm... ah... working on a secret, ah... ah... 'vehicle project'."

"Okay, sorry..." the man was a little mad, he was only trying to help.

"Listen," the silhouetted woman added, feeling a little bad for snapping at him, "if you think you've got the guts to race in this town, try taking my prototype JET-board out on the Stadium Course. Beat the Stadium Challenge, and maybe I'll consider you for my team."

Jak watched the outline of the body move, his thoughts momentarily lost in the depths of the dark eco infested part of his mind. Inside, he struggled to control the beast that was struggling to free itself. The demon inside smirked as it played more heated images of him and Keira in Jak's mind. The man was snapped out of his reverie when Daxter knocked on his head, asking if anyone was home. He immediately left to go to the Stadium, eager to try out this 'JET-board'.

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A beeping sound alerted Keira, who was working diligently on the Rift Rider, she turned to look at a flashing light on a console and raised her eyebrow. 'Hmm, he beat my score,' she mused. The young woman shut off the blow torch and took of the black face mask, knowing the man would come back soon. A minute later, she heard a pair of boots coming towards the garage.

"We beat the Stadium Challenge," the man informed. Keira couldn't help but notice the man had a deep, velvety voice and wondered, idly, if the man looked just as delicious as her hormone-driven brain made him to be, but she had to roll her eyes at the tone of cockiness in his voice.

"Great. People do get lucky," she drawled on sarcastically, "Listen, don't you have someone to collect money from, or beat up, or something?"

"You don't like us, do you?" The man on the other side of the curtain asked, offended.

"You work for that slime ball Krew. What's not to like?" Keira growled, but then grinned stupidly, 'Way to be a hypocrite, Keira.' She heard the man shuffle over to another part of the garage.

"Looks like you've won a few races," she knew he was looking at all the trophies on her shelf, "isn't it true the city champion gets to tour the palace?"

"Yeah," she replied, 'What's he getting at?' "Why?"

"Could you get me into the palace?" The man asked eagerly. 'Oh man, he better not be another Baron-worshipping freak!'

"A friendly visit I gather," Keira barely surpressed a growl.

"Yeah, I'm a real fan of the Baron," he ground out. The mechanic immediately lightened up. 'I guess he can't be all that bad. I'll only help, just to get at the Baron!' She convinced herself.

"Okay. I'll help you out if you stop bothering me. I saw an old maintenance elevator at the base of one of the Palace support towers. That old lift might take you up to the palace, IF you can find a way to turn on the elevator's power."

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"Keira," the said she-elf jumped as a voice suddenly spoke out of the speaker in her wall, she recognized the voice belonging to Torn. "The Shadow wants you to give the JET-board to our newbies so they can clear Haven Forest of the Metal Heads infesting there." Keira groaned at the thought of lending her hoverboard to some stranger, but if it was going to help the Underground kill some Metal Heads....

"Fine," she sighed, "I'll drop it off there in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Keira," Torn replied gruffly, which was kinder than the thanks he gave to anyone else. Keira grabbed her JET-board off the table and turned to leave the garage but remembered she didn't have a zoomer. Turning slowly, she let a mischevious grin sliip across her pink lips as she spotted Erol's racing zoomer. 'I'm sure the dumbass won't mind if I take it out for a spin,' she thought as she settled into the seat, not caring how her skirt rode up dangerously high, 'besides, if I damage it, I can fix it.'

Keira whooped in a rush of adrenaline and excitement as she sped through the city, barely managing to scrape the sides of the zoomer on the buildings she passed. Reading the speedometer, she noticed that she was no where near the top speed. As much fun as she was having, she wasn't skilled or talented enough to manuver the zoomer at a higher speed. Keira dropped her cargo off at the teleportal leading to the temple and sped back to the garage.

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"We destroyed the Metal Heads in Haven Forest," Jak said as he entered the garage again. Keira rolled her eyes as she heard the man on the other side of the curtain, she picked up a tool sitting on the table and began to tighten a bolt on the RIft Rider.

"Great. I'll send you a medal," was the was the mechanic woman's snarky reply. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm on a deadline, so scram." Jak growled, fed up with the woman's attempts to throw them out.

"Are you always this difficult?" He snapped and moved to move the green curtain but Daxter stopped him and leapt off his shoulder.

"Let me handle this, Jak," the Ottsel said to his friend, speaking to the silhouetee for the first time, "listen lady, we beat your stupid course, and we can outrace anybody in this city." Keira gasped from behind the curtain and looked up from her work.

"Wait, that voice..." she whispered to herself.

"And there's just two things you need to know," the orange ball of fur continued, "one, we don't want to join your stinking race team, and two... you just lost a date with Orange Lightning. Let's go Jak." Keira nearly squealed as she stuck her head out of the curtain.

"Daxter, it IS you!" She jumped out and embraced the Ottsel.

"Keira!?" Daxter yelped in surprise.

"Oh I never thought I'd be so glad to see your furry mug!" Keira let Daxter down and turned to face the man, "And Jak! You look... different."

"It's been a tough ride," he replied as the two elves eyed eacother in hidden appreciation.

Keira looked at the once innocent boy she knew back in Sandover Village and felt the heat of arousal pool at her core. She eyed his muscled and toned body hidden beneath a form-fitting, blue tunic with a large ring belt, like the one on her left hip, strapped across his broad, firm chest, holding up the bag on his back with the JET-board attatched to it. He had on a pair of brown pants and brown-leather combat boots, there was a metal shoulder guard on his left shoulder and he had black gauntlets and fingerless gloves on. She noticed a Morph gun, one much like hers, in a holster on his back. Jak still had his old goggles on his forehead but they now had a red cloth attatched to it, winding around his neck and falling behind him, like a sort of cape. When she studied his face, Keira had to bite back a moan of arousal. His green and blonde hair had grown longer and it was slicked back, she spotted the little goatee growing on his chin which she found increadibly sexy on his now chisled and harden features. The younger she-elf looked into his deep blue eyes and nearly gasped when she saw a bight flame of rage, much like her own, and a spark of what looked like dark eco, she could sense something else, something darker and it pulled her towards it, igniting dark fantasies every woman hid deep in the recesses of their minds.

Jak eyed the young woman in front of him, to the older man, she had grown into a rare beauty and he had to will his body, with much difficulty, not to react. He looked appreciatively at her choice of clothing, she still had her goggles around her neck and a black, spiked choker. His eyes swept over the small, white tube top covered by a short, black vest with navy blue lining and two midnight-blue buckles on each side. His gaze slipped past her flat, toned stomach to her familiar, old belt with the straps that slipped over her small shoulders. She wore a ring-belt, like the one strapped to his chest, on her left hip, securing a pouch on the opposite hip. Jak supressed a moan when he eyed the black mini-skirt with navy blue lining and intricate blue and green stitched designs, there were two slits halfway up the skirt on each side, showing off her smooth, tan legs before they were covered up by the knee-high, black leather combat boots linded in nave blue and dark green. She had black gauntlets and black fiingerless gloves with a light blue cloth-bindings wrapping under it and going up to her elbows, on her right shoulder was her own silver, metal shoulder guard. Jak gazed up to her matured face, no longer chubby with baby fat, his eyes lingered on her rosy pink lips then moved up to her beautiful, emerald green eyes which were filled with a deep pain, anger, and.....lust? Jak was straining to keep Dark Jak locked away.

"The Baron pumped our boy here with Dark Eco, and it did something to him. Now he's got super moves or something, and a few anger issues as well!" Daxter broke the two out of their heated staring contest. Keira looked to the orange rodent, 'That explains the dark eco spark I saw.'

"I've been looking for you guys forever and planning a way for us to get back home," she exlaimed, trying to ignore the heat between her legs, "somehow that rift took us far into the future. I've calculated the time displacement-"

"-We found your father..." Jak interrupted as he nervously scratched the back of his head, "well, sort of." He frowned at the memory of meeting the Sage of Green Eco, the old man seemed to have forgotten about them, like he had amnesia or something.

"Working with the Underground fighting the Baron. But he's ahh..." Daxter trailed off.

"What!?!" Keira turned to the Ottsel in concern, afraid that something had to her father.

"You need to go see him," Jak said grimly, "and I need to get to the Baron."

"You could try to win the Class One Racing Championship, the winner of that big race always gets to meet the Baron in the Palace," Keira suggested, "but you have to qualify by winning the lower class races. There's a Class Three race starting soon, you can drive for my team. But Jak, we should think about getting you out of here, I don't like this place and some of the people are creepy." Just as the words fell from her lips, a large, bloated figure floated into the garage.

"Jak, my boy, I need that Ruby Key you found, 'ey," Krew hovered over Jak, "a 'special client' has requested it."

"Sorry about that, Krew," the green-and-blonde haired elf retrieved a ruby and gold key from the pack on his back and tossed it to the fat man, "heh heh... I must've forgotten."

"Right," Krew tightened his grubby fingers around the ruby, a malicious smirk spreading across his ugly mug, "and Keira, my pet...tommorow's Saturday, Tess is going to need help running the bar." The blob left the garage and Keira turned to the dark and handsome hero next to her.

"I've seen that look on that fat fuck's face," she growled, surprising the two boys next to her with her less-than-appropriate language and hatred dircected towards the fat elf, "Krew's up to something, something big..." Jak nodded in agreement but then shook his head and shot Keira a curious glare.

"What did he mean 'Tess is going to need help running the bar'?" He shot her a look that clearly said 'You-better-tell-me-cuz'-I'm-not-let-up-until-you-give-me-an-answer'. The she-elf stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

"Uhh....I-uh...that's-erm..." Keira shifted nervously under Jak's intense glare, "...er-it's not important, right now, you have to get to the Stadium to enter that race." She quickly ushered him out of the garage.

"Keira..." Jak growled.

"Not right now," Keira pleaded, depression beginning to settle in her green eyes as the man stared into them, "Jak, please...." His eyes softened and he turned to exit the garage.

"After the race then," he said, a tone of finality in his velvety voice, and headed off to the Stadium.

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A/N: Ah jeez, I fell asleep while I was writing this, lol. I would've finished yesterday if I hadn't. I was exhausted from trying to find glasses, I hate picking out new glassess, just like Pilz-E and Germaine from illwillpress....

GERMAINE: JEEZ, I HATE LOOKING FOR NEW GLASSES. IT'S LIKE TRYING TO PICK OUT A WHOLE

NEW FACE....

PILZ-E: OH, YEAH WITH THE NEW FACES GONE CHANGED AND THE EYES OF THE DEAD MAN SEE

THROUGH YOUR HEAD OF LIES IN THE APENDAGE OF A NEW BRAIN CASE.

Riiight....well, anyway, please review!!! It would be much appreciated! Thank you much!