A/N: Hello gaiz. I now has an account on FictionPress under the same name with a story-in-progress, so if you want to head on over there I will be grateful—I mean, it would be naice. Kthanxbai. Review (50 words, 50 words, 50 WORDS!) or no next-chapter. ~ Mika

Anytime in "Deny Thy Father..." or "The Fire..."

"How about that one?"

"That's a racing one, Day!"

"Exactly."

"Jak's the one who's big on combat racing in this family..."

"Exactly."

It suddenly clicked for the blonde warrioress. "Ah, I see. It's his birthday and he moans all the time about getting old, so you wanna get him something that makes him feel young?"

Deimin nodded, black eyes alight with excitement. "Exactly."

The young woman put her hands on her hips, turning to face her boyfriend. "Day, if you say "Exactly" one more time..."

The clairvoyant put his hands on his own hips, mimicking his Amazonian girlfriend. "What? You can't deny me sex as such, Jak won't let you do it in his house,"

Jakuelynn sighed. "Eh, true." She shrugged, taking her hands off her hips, perusing line upon line of video games. "I guess we could get that one. Any more Morph upgrades and he won't be able to carry the damn thing,"

"And he needs somethin' to keep him occupied, considering he's semi-retired," Deimin pointed out. "Why not a vidigame?"

Resisting the urge to say "exactly", the warrioress picked up the game. "And it's only three. Bargain."

"Indeed," Deimin agreed. Just then, something bright yellow caught his eye and he turned his head towards it, locking onto it as he removed several other games to reach the bright yellow flames on the cover of a well-used box that had caught his eye just now.

"What didja find, Day?" Jakuelynn said, half-distracted. For many long minutes, her boyfriend said nothing, black eyes widening as he kept them fixed on the box he brought out.

"Holy..."

"What?" the young woman said, veering round to see what her boyfriend was seeing. When she saw what he saw, her eyes widened too. "Holy shit, is that Jak?"

"A very young vidigame version of him, yes, it would appear so," the clairvoyant replied weakly.

"What's it called?" Jakuelynn squinted at the title. The large orange and black words blurred before her eyes and she had to blink many times before Deimin cleared his throat. Her face flamed in embarrassment and shame. It had happened many times before, but she had managed to conceal it from everyone she knew save Deimin. Fucking dyslexia.

"'Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy'," he read out loud. He looked at her, a message in his eyes.

"I know, Day," she said irritably, brushing him off. "Anyway...Wait. You said "The Precursor Legacy"?" She grabbed the box from him, gazing at the pictures on it. "That...is my father?"

"Looks like it," Day replied, turning the back over. "Priced at two. There's...wait, there's another two as well. "Jak II" and "Jak 3". Again, two each,"

"Ha! He looks so young!" Green eyes glowing with delight, Jakuelynn took them from Deimin, scanning the boxes. She didn't read the blurbs, but went straight to the prices. She may not have managed letters that well, but she saw numbers clear as day.

"They're all two each," she said excitedly. "You were right!"

"We getting them then?" Deimin said, smiling gently.

"Hell yeah!" the young woman almost yelled, sprinting straight off to the checkout. "I can't wait to see Jak's face when he sees these!"

Laughing in delight, the clairvoyant ran after her, never more in love with her than he was at that moment.

~x~

Later

"JAAAAAAAK!"

The veteran warrior sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yes?"

"You don't have opposable thumbs!"

"Huh?" He looked down at them, testing them to see if they still worked. Unlike everything else in his body, they worked fine. ", I do!"

"Not in this game!"

"Did someone say game?" Daxter piped up, suddenly awake. "Gamewhatgame?"

"I dunno, Dax," the other man said, sprinting up the stairs into his daughter's bedroom. He only saw her back and moving images on a screen. Suddenly, there was a voice from the screen.

"Hey!" Daxter interjected. "That sounded like me!"

Jak moved closer, squinting at the screen. "And that looks like...Sandover?"

"Wait, what?" Daxter yelled.

"Keep it down, I'm trying to manoeuvre you!" Jakuelynn grunted, hammering on the buttons.

"Who?" the pair asked simultaneously.

She paused the game and turned to her father, sighing. "You. Or at least, your fifteen-year old self. So that ridiculously narrow waist of yours is a lifelong thing, huh,"

"I do not have a ridiculously narrow waist!" Jak interjected, face flaming red.

The young woman merely raised her eyebrows. "If you say so." Turning her attention back to the game, she resumed playing, continuing to play whilst her father and ottsel-uncle simply watched, almost agape with shock.

After she'd died for the six hundredth time, Jakuelynn gave up, switching the system off and walking straight out the room, presumably in search of Deimin. Neither of the remaining two spoke for a very long time. Jak picked up the box and turned it over, looking at it with numbed shock.

"So," Daxter spoke, breaking the silence. "I guess Krew did use those game rights after all,"

The other raised his eyebrows, switched the system and TV on and started a game for himself.

"Is it weird to be controlling yourself?"

"Shit!"

"You die?"

"Yeah."

"But you're only on Geyser Rock!"

Jak grumbled, turning everything off and stalking out the bedroom.

"Stupid-arse game..."