This Fan-Fiction started with a STRANGE idea in my head. STRANGE. But hey. Interesting at the end. Read. Enjoy. Or don't, hell, it's your life.

Anyway, 'Light Jak' is being interviewed, and this is what Jak and Dark Jak hear.

This may be continued. But for now, it's a one-shot.

Agh! This was deleted because apparently it was a 'list'. Brilliant. So now I've re-done it and re-posted it.


Jak found himself walking along the former Underground head quarters with Samos. The old place had had a the face-lift after the Haven Civil War a year ago. The grey concrete tunnel network had been painted cream, with blue royal borders around the ceiling and floor. Both men walk forward through the corridors silently. These passages made up the real underground network – a series of boltholes and dead ends, designed to move the resistance members from one end of city to another. Jak had never used them -he suspected that Torn had never fully trusted him enough to give him the access to them, or was convinced that the former Experiment A532 would get caught before he could make use of them. Looking around, Jak could see where Tess had helped in the re-designing of the old place, where posters of guns and metal heads decorated the walls.

There was a slight hiss, and a metal door slid back. They both stepped into the plain undecorated room. Someone had begun to paint the room, but had given up halfway through. The work had been done recently though, as the smell of paint still hung in the air.

The Channeler and the Sage sat down. Jak didn't miss the fact that his adoptive parent had led him into the deserted part of the network. He didn't comment on it, much like the renegade didn't comment on the way the old man tensed, as if by magic, whenever Jak came too close.

Samos was going to do something today. Jak could tell by the way the elderly man had shoved Daxter off the blond's shoulder, and told him in no uncertain terms that he and Jak were going off without him.

Jak knew that Samos would be doing something dangerous by the way that he refused to be pulled into an argument, knocking Daxter out instead of battling with words with the little god. Samos never backed down from a fight like that, unless he was trying to do something important, or dangerous, or both. The bag he carried round his shoulder gave Jak another signal. Samos never carried anything around in bags. He hated them.

"He's going to kill us. Like with Gol."Hissed Dark at the back of Jak's mind.

"I highly doubt that." Answered Light promptly. "He is your legal guardian. Besides, if he wished to end your life, I find it unlikely he would choose today. But forgive us, Jak, we both speak out of place." Jak felt his light alter-ego mince to the back of his mind with a light touch.

"Jak." Said Samos, with a touch of fatherly love. "I believe it is time to examine your other-halves in more detail. The plants agree with me."

Jak noticed that the Sage didn't particularly care whether he agreed with him. Daxter would have probably pointed this out. Loudly. Jak wondered where his friend was.

"The Naughty Ottsel, with Tess." Answered Light Jak automatically.

"Yeah, 'With Tess'"cackled Dark, sliding in innuendo.

"What I'm trying to ask, Jak, is that you give me a chance to talk to one of your personalities."

Jak nodded, and focused.

Light Jak took his place, and Jak returned o the depths of his sub-conscious, where Dark waited.

Light straightened out Jak's legs and sat up a little straighter.

"My Host tells me you wish to talk to me. About what?

...Yes, they are listening, but they cannot hear what you say in reply. It is quite annoying at times, as we sometimes get completely the wrong end of the stick…

Oh, I do apologise, my mind tends to wander, and I am inexperienced at the art of conversation. What do you want to ask me?

About Before?" Lights surprise caused Jak's body to stiffen and sit a little straighter. The eco's essence twisted a strand of glowing hair around a florescent finger.

"I honestly do not enjoy thinking about it. You see before I was…different. A different being. I had a different body. I had a different sense of self. Oh, I see it is hard for you to understand…I am terribly sorry.

Light Jak." In the recess of Jak's mind, both Jak and his Dark counterpart felt the tremor of amusement in Light's voice.

"Yes, that seems to be your name for me. I have heard other elves call me Light Jak. Please do not. Oh, those elves make me laugh sometimes. You do get things terribly mixed up now, don't you?

My name...? Well, call me Seran.

Ah yes, elves are so…ah, I cannot describe them. I care so deeply for them, yet they are tiresome. They are so prone to squabbling. And always so quick to judge others…but they are constantly indecisive about themselves. Poor Chainid.

You ask who Chainid is? Honestly…you've seen him before. Chainid, ah, I believe you elves call him Dark Jak. Hmm…I believe we have the little precursor Daxter to thank for that name.

Ah, Daxter, such a kind soul, although he does his best to hide it."

Chainid snorted.

"But forgive me, where was I? Yes…Chainid.

Chainid isn't who you think he is. Yes, I suppose you could describe him as a tad temperamental. But then who wouldn't be, after what he's been through?

For Precursors sake, his first experience of your world was being shackled to a table. The rest of his experiences amount to being shot at, bitten, chewed, mauled, fried, and, a memorable experience amounted to him being crushed by almost a ton of rubble.

Yes, my friend, innocents do die while he fights.

But if you pull out a gun, can you honestly say that one of your bullets or lasers will not ricochet off a wall? Can you say that in all your time fighting that no one has died by your hands?

I thought not.

Jak understands us though. He is the one being who doesn't give us names. He treats us with the respect we deserve." If Jak could, he would have blushed. Chainid sniggered at his obvious discomfort.

He understands there has to be a balance. For everything.

The others, the others like you, Samos, treat us like weapons. But you do make me laugh. Do you know that laughter is healing in itself?

Light Jak?

Really now, If you must give us names…ha…I do think that it would be I bit more fitting to call me 'Light Jakleen.'"

And with that statement, the sky-blue leaked from Jak's cheeks and the body slumped forward, lifeless.

I'm an evil, evil person. Eh-heheh.

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