A/N: DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, LEIA?
Because I refuse to wait a year to update this. And I also refuse to let it go unfinished, despite the fact that that is entirely my fault.
But I wanted to get this done, I really did! So a really big thanks to LeiaOrganicSolo for kicking my butt into gear and getting me to work on this. I owe ya one!
ALSO Yougocheckoutherstoriesthey'resoawesomeI'mnotevenjoking.

Could anybody read that? Good? Good.

Originally there was only going to be three chapters to this story -meaning that this was the last one, period-, but again, thanks to my awesome Flying Giant Dark Jak buddy, there's going to be a fourth because JAK GIVES A SPIEL. Much like Keira did in the second chapter. But longer. More dramatic. Still in the works.

Yeah.

Well that, and I think two bonus chapters, one for what Jinx said to Keira -see Chapter 2- and one for the 27 messages Torn left on Ashelin's little communicator thingy. (See ending note on Chapter 2.)

Sorry that's this note's so long. But while reading this chapter, also keep in mind the two earlier quotes:

Jak looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting some answer to suddenly fall and give him an epiphany on how to proceed. Or just watching for some panel to fall and knock Torn unconscious.

Not only would it be karma, but it'd be pretty damn hilarious if that happened.

Andddd

Jak suddenly wished that the lift would plummet and take him down with it.

You'll see what I mean. ;)

So, Ashelin wasn't answering her phone.

Their elevator was stuck.

Jak and Keira had no idea what they were supposed to say to each other now that she'd admitted her feelings –in a sense.

Torn had tried and failed at being their matchmaker. (In all actuality, he could say that it was Tess and Daxter's fault. And Ashelin's too really, they all –Torn included- thought that Jak and Keira's relationship had hit a rut –although that theory was quickly disproved a week later when Torn and Ashelin walked into the garage. (It hadn't been anything nasty or mentally scarring, but they knew enough that they had interruption a little something between the two. It had been …Just cute. Simple. Sweet. Almighty Precursors, what was Torn thinking now? The stuffiness of the lift had gone to his head)- after what they'd all assumed was their first and only kiss in the Bloody Hook, and had unanimously decided that an intervention was needed.)

Oh, and had he mentioned that he really had to pee? Because he did. He really, really, really, really had to. Badly.

They were so gonna die there.

Unless, of course, by some random –and perhaps angrily forced, maybe, who knows- miracle, they were rescued. But it had already been two hours, so things weren't looking too good.

Oh, why did his bladder, Daxter, and the Precursors hate him so? It was bad enough that the girls had roped him into this, but now he had to die here? In an elevator? Of a combusted bladder? Or by being killed by Jak and/or the girl next to him for having asked, that question?

Why?

"Do you think he's okay?" Keira whispered to Jak after a few minutes of watching Torn suffer an inner meltdown. Jak wanted to reply with a simple 'I don't really care', but settled for a much more subtle and lenient,

"Who knows?"

They were half-expecting Torn to break out into hives and start twitching. Instead he merely sat there glaring a hole into the board on the wall situated next to the door with the numbered buttons on it. What he observed made him want to smack himself in the head repeatedly, feeling like a complete idiot.

"Wow, are we stupid or what?" He said with a jokingly haughty manner, earning himself a 'look' from the other two. "No, really, look." He pointed at the board, gesturing to one particularly shiny red button.

Press in Case of Emergency.

Which pretty much meant, 'Push this big shiny red button if your elevator stops you stupid morons. Duuuuh.'

"And we didn't press that why?" Jak muttered, glaring at the console and still silently wishing that the lift would magically start working so that he could get out of there, not a huge fan of enclosed spaces. Two years in a prison cell could do that to a person.

That, and he just didn't want to be there when both Torn and his bladder finally exploded.

"Because normally you don't press the big red button. And Torn was too busy prying to notice." Keira responded through fairly closed teeth, leaving out the silent 'Let's blame him' that Jak had already mentally agreed to. The blond couldn't help but inwardly flinch at the last bit of her spoken statement.

For roughly the past half hour or so, Keira's words had left a nagging feeling he'd been trying to push to the back of his mind, instead forcing himself to focus on getting the three of them out of there. Now however, they had yet another method of escape to try out, which gave him time to let his mind wander. Mostly back to the speech given by the girl he currently had his arm wrapped around.

What was he supposed to say? Should he take her oration and flip it around, making it his in a way? Lie, and tell her sure, he cared about her, maybe. No, he couldn't outright lie to Keira, but Jak still didn't know what to say. He'd never been good with words to begin with. He had, after all, been mute for the first fifteen years of his life. The first words his best friend had ever heard had been a death threat.

But he couldn't threat to kill Keira as a means of saying he loved her. …Unless that was what she wanted him to say? A quick glance out of the corner of his eye quickly told him that if he did say that, there was a chance that he'd be kneeling on the floor sobbing in pain and lamenting woes only men could truly feel. And he really didn't want to kill Keira to begin with, so why was he even thinking that?

In a way it was almost pathetic really, how Jak almost knew what he wanted, but had no means of wording it correctly. All he thought he had to do was say most of the same things that Keira had, but make them pertain to their relationship from his perspective. Let her know what she actually meant to him after all that time in prison, when he had forgotten who he was, how he'd actually been truly afraid for the first time in his life.

He had to confess how afraid of himself he'd been. Afraid of what he was, what he could do, yet mostly terrified of what he'd become, how he would think that Jak no longer existed.

As Torn stood and pressed his finger to the aforementioned button, Jak took a deep breath in preparation, turning slightly to face Keira, already feeling nervous sweat beginning to form on the back of his neck in addition to the warm blush that was creeping up it. In response her brow furrowed as she pulled her gaze away from the actions of the tattooed commander, giving Jak an almost worried look.

"Keira, I-"

"-So then where the hell are they Daxter?"

"I already told you! I fell asleep on it, so- Woah, woah, woah! Calm down! Not the tail! Not the tail!"

"What do you mean 'I fell asleep on it'?" Ashelin hissed, her emerald eyes narrowing as they zeroed in on those of the ottsel currently being suspended upside down, thanks to her iron-fisted grip on the furry animal's tail.

"I mean I fell asleep! I didn't know it was there! Honest!" Daxter shouted back, anxiously waving his gloved hands in front of his face, blood beginning to rush to his head. He winced both at the heated glare he was receiving and the tightening grip on his extra appendage. "Ow! Ease up on the tail, wouldya?"

With a twitch of her eyelid muscles narrowing further her tense grip released him, letting Daxter fall headfirst onto the cushion of the couch that he had once comfortably been sleeping on before he realized their friends had inexplicably vanished. He bounced off of it and flew up into the air before landing in an upright position.

"Look, Ashelin, honestly." He began, rubbing his head where his goggles had been mashed into his skull upon impact. Holding his hands up in manner of appeasement, he meanwhile prayed that the other three would suddenly reappear before Ashelin skinned him. "Maybe you set down yer little communicator thing-a-ma-bob, and then I just so happened to fall asleep on this here sofa. Maybe I rolled over onto it! But I didn't mean to! Honest!"

"You just so happened to fall asleep on it? Really."

Uh-oh. Time for a different tactic.

"Well, why wasn't it in your pocket?" Daxter shot back, his peripheral vision telling him that there was in fact a receptionist sitting behind the desk in the lobby, so at least if she killed him, he'd have a witness. Even if that witness looked just about ready to wet himself. He was putting some device back on its hook, but the ottsel had more pressing matters on his hands at the moment that deserved more focus than his wondering just who the man was calling.

Namely the red-headed angry woman who looked just about ready to kill him.

Well, I can't say my life sucked too much, right? It would just be a heackuva lot better to go some other way…

Daxter cowered before the woman advancing toward him, closing his eyes tightly and trying to shield himself with his thin arms. He felt her presence loom before him, causing him to wind himself into a tight bundle before she could-

"E-excuse me?"

"Oh thank the Precursors," Daxter quietly mumbled, he and Ashelin both turning their attention to the pasty-faced boyish man seated behind the front desk.

"What?" Ashelin shot back, her hands automatically going to her hips. The man gulped.

"Were…were you waiting for that e-elevator at all?" He asked, clasping his shaking hands together in response to the look he was given by the woman. The ottsel had practically passed out in relief that he hadn't been killed.

"Yes we were." She said. She paused before she continued, not overly comfortable with giving out too much information, but figuring that it might help her current predicament. "Actually, we were waiting for some people to come back down here so we could leave. Why?"

There was a pause. Daxter felt his heart rate return to normal. A cleaning lady down the hall sneezed. Some old man said gesundheit to her.

"…One of them stopped working." The receptionist replied after clearing his throat multiple times and preparing to hit a panic button. (He'd also failed to mention that one of the people on the stopped lift had called him to say so. It also sounded like the man really had to use the restroom, and was in fear for his own life due to what he may have said to the others in the elevator with him.) Both males in the room collectively held their breath when the fiery woman finally exploded.

"Well that's just great!" Ashelin blurted in an annoyed and sarcastic manner. Before she could begin to either rant or continually seethe the doors to one of the two elevators slid open, resulting in heads to swivel toward it, expecting three familiar faces to emerge with their things and offer excuses as to why they were two hours behind schedule.

All they found was a random woman grasping the arm of a little boy.

"Lookie mama! It's just like a tree all lit up!" He exclaimed happily, pointing to the board of floor numbers as his mother released a sound close to a whimper. In all actuality, it looked more like a dead Metalhead that had been killed by a KG Deathbot before it had shut down, and then they were both crushed by a fallen building that had been destroyed by an avalanche of boulders before a giant bomb was dropped on it. All-in-all, it was nothing like the kid imagined it was. The mother made a comment to herself about how she would never again allow her son to press the number '3' button –because according to him, 'Honey please press number three, okay?' meant 'jab at all the buttons and see what happens.' (There were still four floors left to go before they finally made it to their destination.)

The doors slid closed, and Ashelin turned her attention back to the man and-a-half to continue her annoyed rant. Before she could proceed however, a glint of metal in the wall by the elevators caught her eye.

Daxter didn't like that look she was giving him. It also didn't help that he had a pretty good idea of just what she was thinking.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no." He shook his head fiercely, waving his hands in front of him. "Nu-uh, not a chance. Zippo, zip, finito, nadda, nope."

"Daxter-"

"There is no way you could ever make me-"

Oh, but she could.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

The trio winced as a high-pitched sound emitted from the numbered board as a result of the big red button being pressed. Jak momentarily forgot what he was going to say to Keira, and Torn momentarily lost his hearing. The irritating buzz was cut short when a voice finally responded, much to the relief of the couple on the floor and the now-partially-deaf Torn.

"…H-hello?" Torn glanced at the slightly confused look of the other two upon hearing a voice that sounded like it belonged to a twelve-year-old going through puberty.

"Uh, yeah, hi. Listen, this the front desk?" Torn was nothing if not immediately to-the-point. Just ask Jak. Or Ashelin. But um, preferably Jak. Ashelin probably wouldn't say too much here for some random, unknown, irrelevant reasons.

There was a pause. The three wondered if the guy had suddenly died for no real reason.

"Um, yeah, i-it is." He audibly gulped, his words also garbled by the meager speaker situated just about the buttons. "Can I help you?"

The two seated on the floor half-expected steam to burst from Torn's nostrils. Apologetically disregarding Jak's un-started speech for the time being, Keira stood and took command. Torn leaned against the wall facing the door, frowning and folding his arms. That glare of his wasn't too un-noticeable either.

"You can actually," Keira began, chancing a glance at Jak who had been studying Torn, who was preparing to knock him out in order to keep him from killing anyone for a change. He looked up at the mechanic and shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly a bit miffed at the fact that he'd had to withdraw his arm. And his speech was still non-existent. (Nevermind the fact that he was still trying to think one up so he didn't have to make it up as he went along.) "Ah, our elevator stopped working, so we were wondering if you could-"

"I know." Was the sole reply they received. Torn huffed in the background as Keira gave the speaker a dumbfounded look. Jak was the first of the three to speak.

"If you know, why have you done anything about it?" Three points for his re-growing bad-ass-ness.

"Um, well," The receptionist took a breath. "Look, I'm trying to stop a homicide from occurring in the front lobby, and our chief mechanic's on a lunch break so-"

"Homicide?" Keira cut in, leaning against the wall next to Jak, trying to think of just who would try to kill someone in the lobby of all places. Torn's glare quavered a bit as exchanged a look with Jak, who pretty much could have cared less at the moment.

"Y-Yeah. There's some woman trying to …kill her pet, I think. I…I dunno. She's mad at him or somethin', got him hanging by his tail. Holyshi- He looks terrified!" Judging by his tone, the receptionist was pretty 'terrified' himself.

Torn let out a bark of laughter as this registered. Jak snorted as Keira slide down the wall to sit next to him, covering her mouth with her hands as her shoulders shook.

Poor Daxter, the world hardly knew ye.

"I, um, I have to go…" The petrified reception abruptly quipped, albeit his voice had gotten even softer than it's already gentle tone. "…And um, stop any unnecessary bloodshed. I, uh, I'll send someone to…to come get you s-soon. The um, mechanic guy should be back soon."

And then he promptly hung up on them.

"That's helpful." Jak muttered from his position against the wall as Torn let out a few otherwise choice words in regards to the man that had just given up on them and the fact that he still had to pee, dammit. The younger duo remained on the floor before Torn had finally had enough and plopped down in a fairly ungraceful manner.

The humming of the back-up lightning above them was the only sound in the silence that briefly followed.

"-Augh, I hate this. Why I oughtta- You know, she didn't have to be so…so gah, whatever she is. Does she not realize this is animal abuse? The fact that I Orange Lightning have been degraded to climbing through vents? Oh! And the fact that I have no idea where I'm going?"

-For the record, let it be known that it was not like Torn to apologize profusely –in fact, whenever he did so, it was mainly out of sarcasm often directed toward Daxter. However, given the reality that was a fairly perturbed couple situated only a few feet from him and the reminder that he'd asked a fairly personal question, he was obviously better off offering them some sort of apology for what he'd said.

But honestly? It was much harder than it ought to have been.

Keira rested her head on Jak's shoulder, allowing her eyes to close as the boy's head bobbed tiredly, letting out a small, silent yawn. Torn would have thought the scene 'cute' had it not been for his grimace and the fact that he personally found nothing cute. But that was just him.

"Look," The tattooed commander paused for a moment, both to ensure that the two were listening to him and to think up something to say. Both of them opened their eyes and looked up at him, Jak's arm once more finding its way around the mechanic's shoulders. "Alright. You know that question I asked you?"

Keira frowned. "Yes, I remember that one. Do you need me to repeat what I said?"

Not only was Torn not fond of her tone, but that hadn't been what he was referring to. He shrugged, figuring he might as well go along with it. "Well no-"

The gentle snickering of the blond hero cut him off, earning the former a steely look from the no-nonsense commander.

"Oh yeah? And what say you, smart ass?"

Jak froze; frowning not only at the insult, but at the fact that his speech to Keira was still in the works –a.k.a. a complete failure for the most part. He opened his mouth in order to completely wing it, but Torn abruptly waved his hand, effectively interrupting and cutting off the blond. With an exasperated sigh Jak rolled his eyes before he closed them, tilting his head back and smacking it against the wall behind him, resulting in an annoyed grunt.

"Nevermind, I don't want to hear it. Even if you-" He pointed at the mechanic. "-do. Besides, that's not the question I meant. I was talking about …the, uh, that other one." He cleared his throat, gauging their reactions. Keira was actually giving him her full attention, whereas Jak still had his eyes closed and an irritated expression due to his head's collision with the accursed elevator. "You know, that question."

Keira nodded. "And…?"

"I'm getting there! Shut up!" Torn responded, jabbing a finger in her general direction. One of her eyebrows quirked, but he really could have cared less. Jak was finally coming back to the realm of the living. He blinked a few times; unsure of whether he should glare or simply sit back and stare. "Now if you would both be quiet and let me say what I have to say, then you can both go back to doing …whatever you were doing."

Surprisingly, they were both silent.

"Look, here's the thing. When I asked that, it's not like I really meant it. I mean, it's not like I wanted to know, because believe me, no way in hell would I ever want to. That's your business. Not mine." They were both giving him blank looks, giving him some encouragement to continue. "So you see, that was actually the first thing that came to mind, and I know I shouldn't have asked it, but I did. Oh well, so what. We can all accept it and get over it. "

"But you know, when I asked that question, well, what I actually meant was something completely different. Because you know, doing it doesn't necessarily mean you love each other. And if you do, by all means, go for it, who cares. And then you…Nevermind, I don't want to continue this conversation anymore."

There was a pause. Jak suddenly found himself wondering if Torn's brain was melting as a result of said conversation.

"Put it this way. Sex does not equal love." He gulped. "Actually, you know what?" He gestured in their general direction with the wave of a hand, his reality caving in on him. "Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die."

Suffice to say, no one really knew how to respond to that, and as such, it was silent once more. …If only. Keira glanced up at Jak from where her head rested against his shoulder, taking in the confused, baffled, and some what 'weirded out' look he was giving Torn. Getting the impression that someone was currently staring a hole into his cheek, his gaze flicked down toward Keira, having caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. There was a non-verbal exchange between the two, which Jak nonchalantly shrugged at as a result.

As per usual for the past hour, Keira was the one to break the silence, as awkward and generally unwanted as it was.

"Well I…" She paused, feeling Jak's arm give her a gentle squeeze of reassurance. (In all actuality, he had no idea what she was going to say. He just thought it would be in his best interest to go along with it.) "…We forgive you, Torn."

Torn wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

"Yeah, well, you see I-"

For the past three hours, it had become second nature for Torn to be continually cut-off, never to finish what he wanted to say. This time however, all three found themselves gazing up at the ceiling of the lift, both their brows and confusion rising.

"What is that?" Keira hissed, unconsciously curling into Jak in response to the scraping noise currently resounding around them from outside of said elevator. Torn found himself reaching for his belt feeling for the pistol that- oh right, he didn't have. Could things get any worse for the poor sap?

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good." Jak muttered back, his eyes tracing the upper corners, following the noise. "It sounds like it's coming from up top, but I-"

"Holy son of a beached yakkow-!" Torn exclaimed randomly, causing the other two to turn to him ready to ask what the hell his problem was.

Instead they saw one of the panels fall from the ceiling and hit Torn square in the head.

Despite the fact that they was definitely not the time to be laughing, Jak couldn't help but snicker at the fact that Torn now lay in a fairly ungraceful manner, knocked unconscious by the fallen panel now slumped across his torso.

However, he definitely wasn't laughing at the orange blur that also fell with the panel, some how bouncing off said ceiling tile, and then promptly landing in the chest of his girlfriend. Without a second thought he yanked Daxter away from Keira, much to the dazed ottsel's slight disdain.

"Well hello there to you too." He muttered with a smirk, masking his discomfort with the fact that his best friend was currently holding him up by the scruff of his neck. He took in both of their fairly bewildered expressions before he continued. "So…how're…things?"

"What's that smell?" Jak murmured, making a face at the sudden putrid stench.

"It's best if you don't ask." Daxter replied shaking his head.

"What are you covered in?" Keira asked, squinting at the two foot-ten once human now orange mammal. Daxter in turn stared her dead in the eye, normally humorous now utterly serious.

"Hun you don't want to know." At that Jak simply let go of his friend, letting him fall to the floor, absently shaking the gloved hand he'd been holding him up with in attempts to rid himself of whatever grim Daxter had been unfortunate enough to get caught up in. For what's it was worth, Torn was still pretty much dead to the world.

"Now that that's settled…" Daxter mumbled, picking himself up off the floor, brushing at his torso with his hands, causing dust –and was that hair?- to fall to his feet and collect there in a small heap. "Just what are you guys doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Jak grumbled, his arm still loosely around Keira, though his face had now gotten slightly red at the notion that his best friend could now openly view his arm around his other… 'friend.'

"Yeah well, let's not discuss that right now." He huffed, shivering at the memory and giving Jak and Keira the hint that it was best if they didn't question Daxter about the past ten minutes. The light sigh escaping Torn's lips caught their attention once more.

"Is he alright?" Keira muttered to Jak, never taking her eyes off the unconscious ex-Kg-Underground-now-Freedom-League-Commander. "Is he dead?"

Because Jak had a scientific approach to most things –i.e. either shooting something or tackling it before beating the crap out of it, he did what he had to do. He reached out a nudged Torn with his foot, getting a disgruntled, well, grunt in response.

"He'll be fine." He muttered back, looking back at Daxter.

"Um…So how have you guys been here?" The ottsel quipped, combining his fingers through the fur on his arm for lack of anything better to do. He flinched at the narrowed eyes of the two seated before him.

"We lost track of time a few hours ago." Jak grumbled, getting that creeping feeling up the back of his neck. If didn't get out of there in the next few minutes, someone was going to pay dearly for locking the claustrophobic warrior in such a small enclosed space. Thank you for that Praxis, the world already owes you so much.

Subconsciously he began grinding his teeth at the mere memory of the now dead man and those two years in which he had truly lost himself. Keira and Daxter –and perhaps Torn too, maybe- weren't obliviously to the sudden alteration in his skin tone and hair color, however, and it was difficult to miss the widening of his pupils as well.

Jak was thrown headlong back into reality the moment Daxter opened his mouth, however.

"But 'cha know, I think you'll be pleased to know that I, Orange Lightning, have a plan…"

With the promise of freedom, why did Daxter's words form that horrible light knot in the pit of his stomach? And that little voice in the back of his head wasn't sounding so hopeful either…

The bellhop-receptionist-whatsit man was ready to crawl under his desk, curl into a ball and cry.

After all, with what that woman had done to the talking mammal, who was to say she wouldn't do to the same to him? His fingers shook and he jabbed at keys on the pad before him, watching the light clearly stating the fact that one of the elevators was stopped flicker ominously. All he had to do was press that one button to unlock-

He whimpered at her abrupt cry of rage, arms flying out and knocking over small objects adorning his desk. He sent his bottle of water flying behind him where is bounced off with a tired thud and rolled around on the floor, stopping when it came in contact with the back of his foot. His startled yelp was enough to startle Ashelin, who wheeled around in a fairly crazed manner, tearing her attention away from the wall in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He cowered as the woman advanced, holding the gleaming piece of metal that she'd ripped from the wall only moments ago. All of this stress and worry definitely wasn't good for the poor man's heart. In all honesty, it was a shock that he hadn't keeled over already. He held his arms and hands before him defensively when she tossed the metal onto the desk, causing him to glance down in bewilderment. "What are you-"

"Bring them down here now." She hissed, leaning forward and threatening to grasp his collar with her hand –which she did.

"I have no idea what you-"

"Oh yes, you do." She snickered darkly, her eyes darting to that small iridescent bulb off to the side. The man gulped, fumbling with the pad while throwing reservation papers over it in attempts to hide it from her view.

"I-I-"

"You will bring them down here now. Or else."

Yeah, he really didn't want to stick around long enough to find out just what "or else" was.

"You did what?" Keira screamed. She stared at Daxter wide-eyed, Jak giving his friend the same dumbfounded expression.

"Dax, you didn't…"

"Well how was I supposed to know?" He shot back, folding his arms and glaring at Jak. "It's not like I can read her mind y'know. And why the hell would I wanna? It's probably chock full o' different methods of killing me. Dear god, I wouldn't be surprised."

"At the moment, neither would I," Keira replied, shaking her head at him. There was a slight smirk to her features however, which earned her a brief muttering from Daxter.

"Yeah well," He jabbed a finger in her general direction, but then paused when he finally took in the arm draped across her shoulders. Pfft, took him long enough. He'd been standing there for the past fifteen minutes or so, give or take. The corner of his mouth rose in a lopsided grin. "Oh I see what's going on here!"

Keira reached forward and flicked him deftly on the forehead, but was not so easily swayed, and his grin remained despite the short sting in his brow.

"Well it took ya long enough!" He exclaimed, waving his hands at both of them.

"Wonder why…" Jak muttered, much to Daxter's chagrin.

"I resent that."

"If it weren't for you-"

"Hey," Keira cut in, just as Jak was about to verbally take Daxter out to the cleaners. As much as she would have liked to see him tell off the fur ball for the past few moments he'd so actively ruined, she'd rather not have Daxter become a near-victim for the second near-homicide he'd almost experienced in one day. Besides, she'd take him out later. "Do you think that maybe we could try to get along for a bit, seeing as we're all still trapped in here?"

Daxter let out a anxious chuckle.

"Yeah, ah, about that..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The receptionist repeated, fumbling blindly for the pad. This woman had a remarkable strength to her, which he was unfortunate enough to learn as her grasp on his collar tightened. "I called the repairman; he should be taking care of things soo-"

"You know something, I know you do." Ashelin nearly growled, her other hand griping the metal she'd brought over to him, having ripped it off the wall and out of the ventilation system in order to shove Daxter through the not-so-spacious-nor-clean system. "And you will tell me, unless you wish to become best friends with this grate."

That's it. It was so time to find a new job.

"That's really not funny, Daxter." Keira murmured, having been told that the orange brute before her had been working on knowing on the cables holding the lift in place.

"Oh relax, I just joki-"

As luck would have it, fate seemed to hate Torn at the time, seeing as how he finally woke up just in time for the stuck elevator to come sailing down.

And he would never admit it, but no one was sure who was screaming the loudest, though there's a pretty good chance that it was either he or Daxter.

Well, looks like Jak got his initial wish.

A/N: OR DID HE? The world may never know.
Until the next and final actual chapter. Which is being edited and worked on. That's right.

And so my cousin typically beta's this for me, but I didn't have the patience to wait forever and a day to send it to her and get it back. If I find any mistakes, you can be sure I'll go and fix them.

NEXT CHAPTER: Is the last one. Jak gets a spiel much like Keira's, but again, longer. And prolly more dramatic.
AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO WAIT MONTHS FOR IT EITHER!
...hopefully.

We'll see.

I'm out. ;D