Route One

By Snare-chan

Pairings: Hinted Jinx/Jak
Ratings: PG-13
Category(ies): General
Warning(s): Cussing
Status: Continuation, 5/5

Summary: They knew the mission wouldn't be easy, in fact it was set to get worse before it got better. If only they knew just how bad it would really be…

Notes: Yay, the epilogue! You have no idea (or, perhaps you do…) how good it feels to get another story done and over with. It was an immense joy to write, and an even bigger one to know people out there enjoyed my work. Hope this ending doesn't disappoint, and if you love the little metal head as much as I do…then try and keep your eyes peeled for a bonus chapter/one-shot in the future. Woot!

I swear, I've not created a monster.

Disclaimer: I dun own Jak and Daxter, Jak II, Jak 3 or Jak…anything; wish I did like everyone else. They should put Jak in stock, then I'd buy it all!

"Are ya sure this is the right way, furball?"

"Sure I'm sure! I never forget a thing when it comes to this stuff!" The ottsel shot back, looking down at Jinx as the two humans made their way up a rickety stairwell. "Me and my buddy here have been all over the sewers, and I know it like the back of my paw!"

The pony-tailed blonde snorted, managing it perfectly even with the newly-lit cigar in his mouth. "That explains the smell…"

"You're no bouquet of roses yourself!"

Shaking his head, Jak continued upwards towards the surface, the small bundle still tucked away in his shirt making small snuffling sounds in its sleep from time to time. Just up ahead was a hatch door, and reaching for the turning wheel, he started to undo the lock.

"It's rather convenient we ended up under the city, eh Jak? Reminds me of the time we broke back in. We got kind of wet that time too…"

"Under the city? Fuzzy, we're under the port-"

At Jinx's factoid, the lid above them gave a weakening shudder before exploding open, torrents of brown water flooding on top of them.

Something just bit him.

Cracking open his eyes, Jak was met with nothing but the murky depths of some body of water and a very anxious metal head child down his shirt. The last thing he recalled was being in the sewers, and at the realization that he might be swimming around in that, he became fully charged and started swimming. He felt around with his hands in search of the others and came across something long and hairy…

It could only be his friend, Dax, and he quickly snatched him up while at that very moment something grabbed him. He couldn't really tell what, but as he started being pulled up, he assumed it was Jinx. At least he seemed to be all right if he was half swimming and half dragging him around in the water.

As he started to run out of air, the renegade started swimming as well, the water starting to change from dark black to shades of brown as they neared the surface. Breaching it, they all took a large gasp of air, Jak pulling out his Jet-Board as a makeshift raft. Outside of the water, a rainstorm was brimming the surface of the enclosed lake, the waves it created making it none-too-easy to hold on.

"If I ever…ever…see…Torn…again…I'll…kill him!" Dax gasped between gulping in large amounts of air.

"Why not tell him that now?"

"I would if he was here, duh!"

"Then do you want to repeat that?"

As one, everyone looked up, squinting against the droplets of rain to see Torn and some of his men on a civilian transport. He was looking perfectly clean and dry in there.

"Uh…hi, Torn, long time no see?"

"Just get in here before I change my mind."

They were more than happy to comply. Using the Jet-Board and a quick hand up, they were able to step onto dry ground. One of the blue guards got a scare, however, as he reached out to help Jak in and almost had his hand entirely eaten as the baby metal head made another appearance and popped out of his sleeve.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"Oh, didn't you know? Jak had a kid," Daxter supplied casually as he started to shake himself dry…as close to Torn as possible.

With the entire squad looking upon him Jak only stated, "Don't ask."

Torn snorted. "Wasn't going to."

With everyone now onboard, the vehicle took off, heading back to a docking area where they could get off safely. In the meantime, the two blondes plopped down beside Daxter with a wet 'flop', Jak in particular slumping back against the wall with the intention of doing nothing but get some well deserved rest…

…Until a clammy arm slapped down around his shoulders, the strong odor of cigarettes filling his nostrils as Jinx leaned in close.

"Ya know…since we're alive an' all, we have all the time in the world for me to show you them scars," he drawled, a ring of smoke fluttering in front of his lashes. "You still interested?"

-Fin-