Disclaimer- Don't own characters... Own the plot though...

Warnings- Same as before.. Nothing needs to added yet... Hehehehe...

I want to thank my lone reviewer... I am really the only one with a Mpreg? Wow. Well here is the next chapter... Once more this based off of an Rp, so yeah it's weird and fucked up... So yeah, let us continue...

Chapter 2

Jak shot up quickly, a million things running through his mind. "Uhmm... It's not what it looks like." Beside him, he heard and felt Torn rise, clothing himself. "You're leaving me?" Jak was horrified. He didn't even want to think about what could happen to him alone.

The red head just shrugged, making a non-commital noise. Buttoning his pants, he bent down to help the other.

Daxter stood there watching his anger getting the best of him. His mouth was shut tight for once, as he pounded his foot against the floor. Any words that wanted to come out were trapped. For the first time Daxter was speechless, lost for words. It was a miracle.

"I'll see you tomorrow Jak." Torn waved, before walking out into the streets of Haven City.

Alone with his friend, Jak grinned, settling into one of the bar stools, after dressing. "It really wasn't what it looked like..." He trailed off. "Well not as bad as you think..." When the ottsel raised his eyebrow, he confessed. "Okay it is." He let his face hit the table.

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One month later...

The blonde hero sighed, leaning over the toliet bowl. Swallowing, he felt more bile rise from his stomach. Opening his mouth, he emptied the contents once more. "Great..." He moaned, pressing his forehead against the porcelian bowl. "I think it's time for a trip."

Jak pushed his body off the item, ready to take a visit to the forest area. Walking outside of his small apartment, grabbing a zoomer, he sped off.

For the past month the hero had been getting this 'morning sickness' every morning for a week now. Unsure of what it was, he wanted to get an answer, and that mean Samos was his answer. He would have to Onin, but he was afraid of her knowing about his interaction with Torn.

When he reached the entrance to the forest, he stepped through the door, and jumped through the portal. Stepping out, he made his way to the metal platform, he stepped off when the ride was finished. At this point Jak was beyond nervous. Jumping on his JETboard, he followed the river, making his way to the large tree and the hippie.

Samos opened his hues, as he both heard and felt Jak come his way. "Jak, may I ask you why you're here?' The blonde hero visiting him was an odd occuerence. Something that happened so often that he could count it on one hand.

As the blonde walked up, he heard the words. Just thinking about what he was going to ask, made butterflies appear in his stomach. This was something he didn't want to know, but he opened his mouth anyway. "Well.. I have been...," he trailed off, not sure what to say. "...Feeling weird lately and I don't know why."

Samos smirked. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up, hands behind his back. "And what am I supposed to do? I am not a miracle worker." Turning he started to walk away.

The answer threw Jak off guard for a moment. Standing there, he watched the sage step forward, before his brain caught up with him. "Can't you... Talk to the trees or something like that?"

That made the sage stop and turn around. "Fine." Closing his pools, he listened to the chatter of the trees, laughing at some of the out there crap. When he found what he was looking for, he reached out with his senses, picking up a life force. "Jak you're a woman?"

The blonde's mouth dropped open at that, as his blue pools widened. "What? No!" He sputtered out in a rage. He wanted to know why the hell the other thought that. If he had been a chick, he would have boobs.

"Oh." Samos stood there for a moement, before what the life form meant dawned on him. "Oh.. So your a preggo makes sense, Preggo Boy." Turning around, he waved, before walking off.

Watching the man walk away, he looked to Light for an answer. 'Light is he right or did he get shot one to many times?'

The light enigma chuckled a bit, placing his hands behind his back. "It seems that the old man is right. You are a preggo..." He tailed off, a wide grin spreading across his face.

'How can I be pregnant? It's not possible?' He replied to the light, his brain not comprehending that he was indeed pregnant.

Sitting down on the floor of the black abyss below him, he crossed his legs, raising an eyebrow. "You were experimented on, and it did alter your DNA. Do you remember?"

"Well yeah, but..." He trailed off, not sure who to tell. How was he going to tell Torn? He couldn't just walk up to the man and come out with it. 'Maybe Damas will understand.'

The Light persona had to reply. "Yes... Damas would understand..." He trailed off with an eye roll and a chuckle. Standing up, he started to pace bak and forth , a grin on his face. "Running to dear old daddy when the pressure gets too tough?" Shrugging, the grin gew wider. "Go Preggo Boy go, before it's too late."

Jak was outraged at that. Crossing his arms over his chest, he started to walk out, still fighting the other. 'I do not run to my father everytime... You tell me what I should do then?' He retorted, watching the other pace.

"Well... You should tell your father and if he doesn't faint from the shock..." He trailed off shrugging. Contrary to popular belief he was not an all-knowing being. He just sat down and watched. Observing was a far more useful skill, then people let on.

Nodding, he continued to walk out. "And here I thought you would tell me to tell Torn.."

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Walking down the hallway of Spargus palace, he stopped at Damas' door. Raising a hand, he knocked on the door, waiting for Damas to answer.

From the bed, the leader blinked his blue hues, wondering who it could be. He was stuck in bed after almost dying at the Precursor temple. "Come in." He called out, forcing his semi-healed body up against his wooden headboard.

Jak took the invitation. Turning the doorknob, he walked inside. Looking around, his thoughts spiraled out of control. His blue hues lowered to the ground, taking in the design. "Damas..." He trailed off, tears starting to rest at the corner of his hues.

"Jak?" Damas looked at his son concerned. He could tell from just the tone of his voice, that something wasn't right. "Is something the matter?" He tilted his head to the side, placing his hands in his lap.

The blonde said nothing. Words wouldn't come to him, nothing seemed suitable. He walked forward, closing the gap between himself and a chair off to the side of the bed. When he sat down, he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "I'm pregnant." He closed his pools, not sure what kind of reaction he would receive.

Damas sat there in silence, as he just stared as his son. "Pregnant?" He asked, not able to do anything more then repeat the other. "How?" Another monosyllable.

Jak nodded slowly. Now was the time do say the how. "I was genetically experimented on." He stopped, letting his father process this new information. The experiments were new territory for him. An area of his life that not even his father knew of. No one knew much, not even Daxter.

'My son... Is a homosexual?' The thought ran through Damas' head, as he just sat and watched the other. The man studied his son, who looked kind of pathetic, a sight that he wasn't used to. "It's okay." He offered, wondering if Jak would be alright. "Who is the mo-err... Father?" The word felt foreign as it rolled of his tongue. Blinking slowly, he tried to recover from the shock.

Jak was silent, surprised to see the other responding so well. 'And here I thought he would disown me for being a homo...' Shifting his blue gaze around the room, he stopped at the dresser. "Torn..."

Damas coughed, covering his mouth. 'Too bad he doesn't know the truth...' Letting his thoughts trail off, he nodded. "Who is Torn?" He asked, running a hand through the bald part of his head, then into the white hair.

A sigh, escaped the hero's lips. Explaining Torn was not an easy task. His red head lover was a very complex man, one of the most complex he had the pleasure of meeting. "Torn..." He stopped, not able to go on. "Why don't I bring him in to meet you?" The suggestion sounded good to him, but would Torn go along with it? That was the big question.

"Well.. If that is how you want it, then bring Torn to meet me." Damas, responded, as he blinked sightly. His blue orbs held unknown wonder. Not knowing what to do, he leaned back, closing his pools. This was all new to him.

Nodding, the blonde stood up, getting ready to leave the room. His face was filled with excitement. "Thanks D-.. Father." It was the first time he had spoken the name, he figured it time to get used to family.

Damas nodded as he settled into his bed. Father... That was something he would have to get used to. Blinking he watched the emotional man leave, with nothing more to say.

Making his way back to the cargo ship, he jumped out back into Haven city. The blonde looked around, wondering where he should go.

"Maybe you should go talk to your lover boy. He MIGHT and I stretch this very thin want to know.." The dark entity grinned, before sitting down in the recess. "And afterwards can I kill some Krimzon guards, they have been eyeing you all day. Makes me just want to sink my claws into their flesh." Bringing up his clawed fingernails, he ran his tongue down them, already thinking of the carnage.

The blonde rolled his hues mentally, but followed the man's advice. Turning on his heels, he made his way back to his apartment.

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