Hello everyone. Well I was asked what my muse was. What is it that inspires me? Well since I'm still kind of new to fan fiction I was never quite clear on what a muse was and a couple of other terms as well so feel free to educate me. Words like muse, One Shots and I looked up angst in the dictionary like OooooOo I see. N also found out what lemon was a long time ago the haaard way. I was like "May contain lemon? Hmm lets see what this is" N I came out like "My eyes! My ears! The horror! OMG Kakashi molesting Sakura AHHH" N I got traumatized. Ahahaha. Well Jak inspires me of course. I had recently finished a Jak X and just like certain other series that I'm fanatical about like Kingdom Hearts, I will run through a crowded store with a bat if there was only one copy left like MOVE BTCHES where's my game! Plus Jak is hawt! Ok well enough about me, on with the story!

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Chapter 4

She stood there speechless, searching for the right words that would make this nightmare go away. She was so angry with everything that she didn't realize that the lilies were still in the room when she had let him in. Not that she wanted to hide anything from him but still, this did not make things look good for them. She felt the sweat building up in her trembling hands, still clenching onto the hand towel as if it would help ease what she was feeling. She attempted to walk toward him but he raised his other hand up to stop her in her tracks. He looked down at the vase beside him, shoving the card back into the flowers. He brought his hand back to his side in which he then clenched his fists, his brows began to furrow and she watched helplessly as she saw the anger grow in him. Somehow she was able to find words and almost with a shout she yelled, "Jak! This isn't what it looks like. I can explain"

He refused to meet her eyes again as he spoke, "I don't know whether to be angry at the idea of you having something with some other guy or angry at the fact that he's our enemy and you're somehow betraying us…betraying me"

"No Jak, it's nothing like that. I would never-"

"Keira, do you know what this means? This guy has tried to kill me out on the tracks Keira! Kill me! Shoot me! Blow me up! He works for Mizo and it was because of Mizo that Krew poisoned us and dragged us into this mess. And as if that wasn't enough, here I find flowers from him in your room, calling you milady so it seems that you two have crossed paths before. And what did he mean by glad you got to your room safely? Do you understand what this is!" His voice rose higher with each sentence even though he tried his hardest not to yell at the trembling girl standing in front of him. This was his childhood friend, his mechanic, the only woman he had ever really been with. He kissed her, held her, slept with her, and shared his deepest secrets with her. This couldn't be happening. He could not accept that this was happening, not now, not ever.

Keira's lips began to quiver and her eyes burned, "Jak, please…let me explain. Would I ever do something without reason? Do you really believe that I…I betrayed you?" her voice was low but trembling. She looked up at Jak's eyes, vulnerable just like hers. She rushed up to him and even though he didn't turn to look at her, he didn't stop her actions. She wrapped her arms inside his and held tight, as if she felt he'd disappear at any moment. The scary part was, that it might actually happen. After some hesitation, she was relieved to feel his arms embrace her back and hold her just as tight against him. She felt his heart pounding fast against her chest. They stood there in silence, locked in embrace. Finally she looked up at him without a word, his expression was sincere again and she led him to her bed so that she could explain. She explained to him how she had first bumped into him on her way to the garage when he went to confront him; how he kissed her hand and she didn't know how to react. At the time she didn't know who he was and simply excused it as some strange older man trying to hit on her. She also told him about when she had bumped into him inside the Inn and he wouldn't tell her if he was visiting Mizo. That was why he had sent her the flowers and even though she tried to leave out some of the details on what he commented on with Jak and Keira's relationship, Keira told Jak what he had said about walking her to her room safely under the circumstances. Jak's eyes widened when he heard that part and it seemed that it deeply angered him but she continued. After he lost the race to Jak, she waited in the lobby for his return but instead Razer had come to conversate with her. She told Jak how he pissed her off again and that's when she came up to her suite and found him sleeping in the hall awaiting her return. His hand was placed gently on hers as she spoke. She turned her hand over to entangle their fingers, hoping he understood where she was coming from. His eyes were focused on her the entire time as he listened intently, making sure to hear every word.

"So what exactly did he say to you in the lobby that pissed you off?"

She hesitated a bit, "Nothing really…just…" she turned away from him. She felt the anger rising in her again. She felt him squeeze her hand with reassurance.

"Keira, you could tell me. What is it?" he was surprised to hear her voice muffled in sobs.

She finally turned to him, eyes holding in her tears as she lashed out at him, "He asked me where my driver was? How could such a talented mechanic with both skills and beauty go unnoticed? Why was I waiting for your return in the lobby hoping to at least get a thank you from you? The night before he asked why you weren't making sure I got to my room safely under the circumstances that people were being sent out to kill us? He made me feel like a damn fool, a damn fool because of you!" She violently threw his hand away from hers and stood up, walking toward one of the windows. As she stared into the Indigo night through the glass, she crossed her arms in frustration, nails digging into her arms. It seemed that she had left Jak in shock on the bed, mouth hung open and speechless. He didn't know what the hell to do with himself or what to say to her. Still she spoke again, this time a bit more calm but he could tell she was still containing her emotions, "We're poisoned Jak. I would've thought that because of that fact, instead of being your usual confident hero self, you wouldn't take me for granted. You wouldn't take life for granted"

She heard the timid footsteps approach her. Two strong hands grasped her arms and he slowly spun her around to face him. Still holding onto her arms, he gazed into her shining eyes still holding in tears, he spoke calmly, "Keira…Is that what you truly believe?" She didn't reply and he saw the doubt in her eyes. He gasped in disbelief and he suddenly turned his face away from her in anger. She felt his grip on her slightly tighten, "You really do huh…" He released her and brought his hands to his sides. He had looked so defeated. Jak felt the guilt overwhelming him, like everything that was happening was his fault. He was the one that convinced everyone to see what the fuss was about when they were invited to go over Krew's Will. It was because of him that they were poisoned. It was because of him, that another man was slowly working his way into Keira's heart, the only woman that had known him best, or at least so he thought. It was because of him and the way he carried himself, that she was there, doubting everything that he had ever felt for her, all because he was always lost in everything else. He should've known better but he didn't. Even Daxter had suggested once or twice that he should've stopped by to see Keira if only for a few minutes and he always replied that the races came first. The missions came first, being a hero came first. Without the gold, they'd never get the antidotes. However even though he knew Keira understood that, she needed to know that in their time of disparity, that he had not forgotten her. His thoughts were interrupted when Keira violently crashed onto the hard wood floor, on her knees and cupping her mouth. Deadly coughs escaped her lips as she cupped her mouth trying to gasp for air. He dropped to the floor in front of her in a panic, grabbing her wrists, "Keira? Are you ok? What's wrong?" he was trying his hardest to keep his voice from cracking.

Her coughs turned into wheezes and suddenly she seemed to be breathing fine again. She looked up into his concerned eyes and whispered, "I'm fine. I guess my emotions are getting the best of me" Suddenly it struck him and it seemed panic had taken over him completely.

"Keira, look at me" she obeyed, "How does your stomach and your throat feel?" He stood desperate for an answer.

Baffled, she replied, "Well they feel fine now but I felt a burn when I was coughing. It's gone now though"

His eyes widened and his hands trembled on her wrists, he looked away from her. "It's the poison, it's traveling through your body faster because your body isn't as strong as me and the others"

She stammered, "Bu-but how could that be? Daxter seems fi-"

He cut her off, "It's the stress…you have been stressed on and off ever since we came here and you have been straining your body because of it. Your stress level was high just now and that's why you felt the symptoms suddenly overwhelm you"

This time she let the warm salty tears flow freely down her pale cheeks. She quickly tried to wipe them away, "Oh my God. Now look at me. What do I do? I'm just making it worse. How do I- how do I make it go-" and he suddenly pulled her shaking body close to his. He rubbed her back until she calmed down while they stood on their knees. He eventually carried her over to the bed and lay there with her locked in his arms. Eventually her trembling ceased and as time went on, he felt her breathing steady. He looked down at her to see that she had exhausted herself to sleep. He laid her back against the pillow and covered her with the golden silky sheets. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her body did not stir. She looked so peaceful and he gazed at her briefly before getting up to walk out of the room. He flicked off the lights on the wall besides the door as he opened it, taking one last glance at her before he left. Remorse was on his face as he thought to himself.

I'm sorry Keira…for everything. You do deserve better. I'll make sure we get those antidotes. Rest, you need it most.

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Aww poor Jak…poor Keira. What's gonna happen now between them? Once again I'll be spoiling you guys with two new chapters instead of one because I thought the next one was too good to wait. It came out long too YAY. I won't be updating for like more than a week so hopefully this should hold you guys off :pushing mad crowd of people behind her, Back you feens! Back: Lol jk. Once again thanks for the reviews and don't forget to review these two chapters!

Another new reader has joined my already faithful reviewers! Boss Dumpling, themakeroflight and Avacado Platypus. I'm currently reading Boss Dumpling's story, Avacado's and Goodmorningbeautiful's cross over story. Ain't it great to participate :cheesy smile: