Note: Sorry for the delay but I've been engrossed in watching Foamy the Squirrel for some time now. "I swear to God, one of the side effects was hallucination! I'd rather have the runny nose! So I have some snot on my upper lip, but at least I'm not seeing Elvis in my refrigerator!" Foamy rocks.

Remember, in this fic, they picked a religious ceremony (I'm making it a Catholic ceremony because I'm Catholic and I've never witnessed any other religious wedding other than Catholic. I'm not trying to be offensive,I just don't feel like to an existential amount of research over a fan-fiction. ) because Torn didn't want to deal with lawyers on his wedding day.

I don't own Foamy. Or Jak and Daxter.

On with the Show!

Chapter Nineteen (Oh, how Naughty Dog would weep...)

It was the big day, and Torn was jitterier than a caffeinated squirrel. He shuddered. "Come on, Torn. Calm down. You know you want this just as much as he does." Ashlien said, fixing Torn's tie so it was on straight. "Yeah, but what if I screw up? Say the wrong thing? Start stuttering like an idiot? You know how much Jak hates it when I start stuttering like an idiot." Torn chattered raspily, even more raspy than his usual voice, meaning his mouth and throat were as dry as cotton. He picked up a glass of water (thankfully only a part-ways filled), hands shaking, and drunk the rest of it. "Chill. You proposed to him, so you have no reason to be chickening out now." Ashlien commented harshly. "True, but..."

"But nothing. You go out there and marry that blonde boy." Ashlien cut Torn off, pushing him out the door and into the large Cruiser. Torn was too jittery to drive, so Ashlien took the wheel.

Meanwhile, Jak was having the same problems. "Oh, God. What if I start stammering? Or can't remember what I wanted to say?" He said. "Jak, I'm your best friend, right?"

"Yeah..." Jak replied to the furry Ottsel on his left, garbed in a black tuxedo top made specifically for him.

"So you trust me to give advice, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So here's my advice. CALM DOWN! You love Torn, right?"

"More than I've ever loved anybody."

"And he loves you, right?"

"Yes..."

"So go out there and marry him! Or do I have to drag you to the freaking altar by your ankles and beat you with a stick?" Jak nodded. "You're right. I need to chill." Jak looked around at the church he was in. He was in a room off to the side, getting ready. The gang was going to show up for the wedding, but they weren't there yet. Kiera was going to come by with the cake, and everyone else was coming a little early.

Torn made it to the church in one piece, without breaking down in tears. He was so nervous, his elbows and knees seized up and began shaking so badly he couldn't move. "Torn, get your ass out of my Zoomer." Ashlien said. "Torn!" Torn stared straight ahead. Ashlien gave him a quick smack across the face. He snapped back to reality. "Thanks. Do it again."

SMACK.

"Thanks. I needed that." Ashlien managed to pull him up and out and get him into the church. Torn was taking deep breaths, trying to go from this scared little girl to the tough, cold commander he usually was. "I'm not a chicken, I am Torn. I am Torn. I am Torn." He kept repeating like a mantra, calming himself down inside.

Torn was there when the music started. Jak came out as it started. All their friends were gathered 'round, some teary eyed. Sig, especially, was holding a squishy teddy bear tight and trying his damnedest not to cry, with futile results. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." The priest trailed off in Jak and Torn's minds. They looked at each other and almost literally got lost in each other's eyes. (Oh, god I nearly puked writing that) They were snapped back to reality when the priest raised his voice and said, "Congratulations!" Jak and Torn took it as a cue to dive forward and capture each other's lips. Sig burst out in happy tears, as everyone else was. Torn broke the kiss and said, "Before I got here, I was so nervous my joints seized up and Ashlien had to literally drag me in here. Now that I realize my love for you, fully, it's the opposite. It's as if I'm boneless mass of jelly and you're my skeleton." Torn babbled.

"I didn't understand a word of that, but it sounded sweet. Thank you." Jak hugged Torn, and much clapping commenced. "Now come on. Let's go stuff ourselves with cake at the reception." Jak joked. Torn smiled. This life was one he didn't ever want to stop living.

End of Chapter Nineteen.

God. How Naughty Dog would weep...-shakes head-