Note: Looking at this, I may as well pick up my original fantasy novel again. Oh, man.

-Waves hand like Jedi- I do own Naughty Dog. I do own Jak and Dax...ter...? Oh, damn. Lawyers are impervious to Jedi mind tricks. Shit. -Backs into corner- I don't own Star Wars, or Jak and Daxter, so please don't beat me with tuna again. Juice is still scarred from the last time. It's ok, Juice...you've been a good little muse. Just calm down and go back to the Muse-Cave while Momma finishes up this chapter. -Pets Juice like a cat-

On with the show!

Ph34r meh mispelling of Keira's name in every chapter! Is it Kiera? Is it Keira? OMG You'll never know MUAHAHA!

CHAPTER 13 (1408! Ha! Stephen King reference -Blazing Fool, tell your sister I loved that book.- I don't own Stephen King either!)

"Jak, please let me in. Please?" Torn, ever vigilant, ever strong, and ever tough, was reduced to a quivering mass of jelly, begging for Jak to let him into the storage closet. "No."

"Jak, I said I'm sorry 365 times now! Please let me in!" Jak clicked the lock shut. Jak knew he was acting like a child, but part of him didn't care. He didn't like thinking this way, that Torn maybe didn't love him, but seeing Torn stumble and stutter as if he was embarrassed by Jak, it tore Jak apart inside. "Jak, please!" Torn pleaded again. Finally, Jak decided to bite the hook, so to speak. He unlocked the door and burst out of it, barreling himself into Torn's arms. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I should have realized you were sensitive to these things. I gotta remember that Samos raised you; you know him best." Torn replied softly. "I never really got the chance to live out a 'normal' childhood. For God's sake, I was raised by a guy who thinks dandelions are friggin' holy and his daughter who would walk in every night covered with transmission fluid and God-knows what else." Jak said, his voice muffled by Torn's shirt. Torn snickered. "Holy dandelions, Batman!" He joked, causing Jak to let out a quick, barking laugh. "See? I got you to smile." Torn said smugly. "And how about this. I'll invite everyone over for dinner tonight, and I'll break the news to them all, right, the first time, no stammering over my words. And if they don't like it they can kiss my tattooed ass." Torn said firmly. "That sounds good." Torn reached over and picked up the hallway phone. "I'll get on the horn and call them all. You go prepare, I dunno, big-party-food-things. Ok?" Jak nodded and walked off. Torn took a deep breath and mentally swore he wouldn't be nervous on the phone. He picked it up and held it to his ear for the dial tone. When he heard it, he took another deep breath and dialed Keira's number, the place everybody was staying at. They'd apparently vacated the Underground hideout about a week ago unnoticed. Sig answered the phone. "Y-hello?"

"Sig! It's Torn. Do you have speaker on that phone? I need to ask everybody there a question."

"Absolutely." Sig pressed a button, causing a beep to be heard on Torn's end. Suddenly the sound changed. "It's on speaker, everyone can hear you." Sig said.

"Guys! It's Torn. You guys want to come over for dinner tonight? I've got something important to tell everybody, and Jak would freaking shoot my ass to kingdom come if you didn't come." Torn blushed as he heard Daxter snickering, obviously still keeping his little secret. "I guess. We ain't got nothing better to do." Sig said. "Great!" Torn said, his voice beginning to crack. "See you then!" He hung up before his voice completely died on him. Jak came in wearing a pink, frilly apron and mixing what looked like cookie batter. Torn raised an eyebrow. "Is that my apron?" He asked. (and the authoress laughs hysterically at the concept of Torn owning a pink frilly apron) Jak nodded. "Well, don't get goo all over it. I hate taking that thing to the cleaners. It's humiliating. Those fat broads behind the counter always ask if it's mine, and I'm too 'nice' to lie to them." Jak nodded, but in his nodding, he accidentally splashed cookie dough on the apron. A vein in Torn's forehead began to throb. "Never mind." He said through gritted teeth, "Just...never mind."

Torn sighed. He was going to announce his engagement. TONIGHT.

End of Chapter 13. O. M. G.