A/N: SO SORRY about lack of updates, my body decided to become a virus whorehouse recently and it's exhausted the shnit out of me. Anyway, here's Part 2. Read, review in 50 words or more (MA-05/ S-06!) and I'll post the next one up. Lots of options as to what the next one could be... ~ Mika

The next day

"Ms Ghosten? We need you awake for the surgery."

Surgery? But...I look at the time. It's half eight in the morning. Are you serious? Not that I slept well anyway. I hate hospitals. There's always some devastating reason I'm there. This time's no different.

"I'm awake..." I open my eyes and immediately see the edge of the "NIL BY MOUTH" sign. My stomach rumbles. Ah, great. What a time. I haven't eaten since Dad and Damas left and I'm not gonna for another few hours.

Speaking of Dad and Damas...

"Is my father here?"

"And your brother too," one of the medics confirms. "They'll be here through the whole procedure, Your Highness."

I relax, despite the use of my title. At least this surgery is gonna be slightly more tolerable...

~x~

3rd-person P.O.V.

"She hates hospitals,"

"Hmm?"

Jak was silent for a minute. "Nelly. She hates hospitals. She's always there because of a bad reason..."

"But her son?" Damas countered.

"She was Dark then," his father said quietly. "She went into labour and her Dark side came out, hence why he was...ill for a long time,"

"So she doesn't remember having him?"

Jak shook his head.

"Hello gentlemen, you look happy!" a sarcastic voice greeted them.

"Hello, Nel. You sound happy," Damas greeted his sister.

"I gotta be," Jakuelynn grunted, hauling herself onto the bed with some measure of determination. "Right, ladies and gentlemen. Let's get this started..."

~x~

Jakuelynn. Some time later

This...is amazing. This...is utterly spectacular. The kind of shit that's going on before my eyes? You do not see that in Sandover, Spargus...you don't see shit like this anywhere else. This morphine stuff is amazing. I'd recommend it to ANYONE and everyone. And I MEAN it this time. Holy crap.

"Nel?"

Is that my brother? Has he swallowed helium in the last few hours? He sounds really...high-pitched. Oh my Precursors, you know what I've just realised? CHIPMUNK DAMAS!

"Her pupils are huge..."

Oh my God, so is that hole in the wall opposite me.

"Is she hallucinating?"

Shit, it's growing...and...it's shaped...like...an almond. No! Wait! It's like...a...vagina? Why is there a vagina in the wall? And wait...that's a leg...a man's leg...a bare man's leg with a skirt – No, not a skirt...

He steps out fully.

I know who he is, Mar damn it. In fact...

"No way!" I yell, causing the newly-emerged guy in front of me to look at me quizzically. "Damas? As in the Spargan King who disappeared?"

"Disappear?" He sounds insulted. I've got a feeling I got his "life status" wrong... "Your father didn't tell you that I was crushed under one of my own vehicles?"

Yes. I have got it wrong. Wait, he speaks? My hallucination speaks? Wait...What was it Day told me? 'The only difference between a hallucination and a ghost is speech'? Something like that. Unless this is a very elaborate hallucination. Which I don't doubt given that my blood is more morphine than actual blood/ Eco.

"He didn't. I guess he finds it kinda painful and all, since he realised you were his dad the moment you died..."

My brother's namesake lets out a sigh of a low, growly "hmmm". Suddenly someone else steps out the vagina-in-the-wall, and I have no difficulty recognising him.

"Baron Praxis?"

"Where?" Jak says, panic in his voice. OHMYGOD he's swallowed helium too! I have a helium family! This is fuckin' hilarious.

"Over there." I point straight at him. "Right there, next to Damas,"

"Me?" my brother asks, still sounding like he's on helium.

"No..." I roll my eyes. "Our grandfather. The one you were named after,"

"You are my granddaughter?" older-Damas asks. "And the young man next to you..."

"Is your grandson. My older brother." This is getting far too weird. Surely he should know this? "You didn't work it out? I mean, Jak's your kid and I'm his kid...along with Junior here."

"Might have known you Mars would breed," the Baron grumbles.

"I did not realise the Praxis clan held the same capability," the former Spargan King – dead for fuck-knows-how-long – returns, eyes narrowing.

So if Damas knew Praxis had kids, how comes he doesn't know about his own descendants? I want to ask that but my bloody chipmunk father takes the time to interrupt.

"Nel, what do you see?" my father asks. Sssh, Dad. I'm watching my grandfather and boss' grandfather argue. Don't talk to me, I'm learning something about these two.

"And I see once again your family has decimated mine!"

"And your descendant killed my daughter!"

"The one you cast out as a baby and left to die?" Damas snorted. "I can take comfort in the knowledge that one member of my family did not murder the other, however..."

"ALRIGHT, you two!" I yell, throwing out my working right arm and almost hitting Dad in the face. "Listen! I know that you two have a lot of issues – which, really, considering it's been over forty years, you should have worked out by now – and you're both hot-headed warrior-types. Except for you, Praxis, who likes to have a massive robot to fight in rather than get your hands dirty – " I point at Roah and Ashelin's father, who crosses his arms, sulking like a child. "But I digress. This is my first drug-induced trip, could you historical figures PLEASE not fuck it up by arguing?"

"Historical figures? Are you calling us old?" my long-dead grandfather scowled.

"No, I'm calling you 'historical figures' because your respective lives are in fricking History textbooks." Sigh. Boys. When will they learn? "I should know. I've studied History in the past." I look between King and Baron, who both wanted to say something but couldn't.

"How old are you, Jakuelynn?"

I swallow, taken aback by this question. "I'm almost twenty-seven. Why d'you ask?"

"Not much older than Jak when..." The Spargan King scratches his bald spot. That had to blister in the Wasteland heat, surely? "And you're not Queen?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm something like fifth in line after my brother, his sons and my son. Sig is still ruling Spargus and your grandson Rhogan – " I indicate to the Baron " – is running Haven. And I'll be honest, he's doing a damn sight better than you and Roah ever did. He's no dictator, not like you."

"I told you," Damas muttered, almost childishly, earning an elbow from the Baron. "Ow, that hurt!"

"Enough!" I yell, causing everyone else in the room to flinch. Is my voice really that loud? And why are there tentacles along the corners of the room? "You two, go back from whence you came, wherever that is. Your arguing is giving me a headache and fuck knows that I don't need that on top of losing half my body,"

"Hey, it's not all bad, getting cyberised," the Baron argued.

"After the experiences my family and I have had of you and your daughter, it is most definitely bad," I snap. "Now go away. Bugger off. Begone. Whatever it is I have to say to get you guys to go."

Shrugging, both dead leaders climb back into the vagina in the wall, which closes after the last foot disappears, leaving barely a crack in the wall. The tentacles grow longer, however, and they now touch the floor.

Okay, this shit's getting scary...I hope these guys are finished soon...

"Nearly finished, Ma'am," one of the doctors says, as if he can read my mind. Ohthankfuck. I keep my focus on the wall, waiting for the vagina to reappear and MORE dead nemeses to crawl through and have bitch-fights. I hope they don't...I am seriously not in the mood.

Suddenly, I hear my brother.

"Is that it?"

He still sounds high pitched. Oh man, I hope I remember this so I can tease him 'bout it later...

"For today, yes. It was a complete success. As soon as the drugs wear off, she can have something to eat,"

"I can hear you, you know!" I say grumpily.

"What's that, Nel?"

"That would be the morphine affecting her speech. Don't worry. The effects shouldn't last long."

Sure enough, the tentacles are retreating and all the lovely colours are fading back to their normal dullness. I have no idea how long it takes, but I instantly know when it does.

"Jak?" I say, looking at my father.

"Yeah?" His voice isn't high-pitched any more.

"You can understand me?"

My father smiles, the crinkles around his eyes confirming its genuine-ness. "Perfectly. Not like two hours ago, when you were all doped up,"

Was that how long it took to wear off? Ow. OWCH. My left arm – or my phantom left arm, as Damas loved to remind me – hurts.

"Did you experience any hallucinations?"

I look at my brother, narrowing my eyes. Why does he want to know?

"I..." His voice falters. "I heard you shout a name. My name...Or was it our grandfather? My namesake?"

I realise what he means. Suddenly, I don't want to tell him. "Yeah. I saw...Damas and...the Baron,"

"You saw them?" Jak's alert. "Did they say anything?"

I try and read my father's eyes; I can't. "They climbed out the wall, they had a bit of a bitch-fight, I shut them up and then went back into the wall,"

Jak and Damas (Jr.) look at eachother and shrug, eyebrows raised. Oh yeah. I was totally gonna tell them about that chipmunk-voice later...