A/N - And so we come to the end. I do hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Always fun to do something humourous. Who knows, maybe I'll take a leaf out of Mika's book and write something serious based on a fandom?

Nah.

Jak shut down his computer, emptying the chat room for the first time all day. He guessed everyone would be at the Ottsel by the time he arrived and decided to take his time making his way through the city to the bar. Picking up the hoverboard, he left the house, breaking every law against the compact mode of transportation in the process. The main one being the outlawing of said items. As he weaved through the streets, sending pedestrians diving for cover in all directions, he chuckled. Piloting the board was always his favourite time to think. He recalled all the times he'd rammed into the Krimzon Guard out on patrol, causing them to spontaneously multiply and crawl out of every nook and cranny, even from behind him when there were none there before. It took far too long to escape them…but then, he did have time.

You only live once, he thought.

Picking up speed, he hit a rail and slid into a grind down its length, slamming hard into the back of the KG's head and sending Jak into the air, instinctively putting the hoverboard on his back once more. For a second, he wondered why this happened, why it hurt him just as much to hit a KG as it did to get shot by a Metal Head. Putting it to the back of his mind, he re-mounted the hoverboard and sped off down the street once more, sending ever more people flying out of his path.

Despite taking his time, he arrived at the Naughty Ottsel a few minutes later to see the party in full swing. His friends were all gathered in one place, talking and laughing with each other. Present, as expected, were Torn, Ashelin, Daxter, Tess and Pecker. Sig's absence was explained by the fact that he lived in Spargus, but he'd arrive soon enough. Keira, on the other hand… where could she be? Jak made his way through the bar's usual patrons towards his friends who, upon seeing him ordered the lights off. The whole bar broke into a slightly drunken rendition of "happy birthday" while a repurposed KG death-bot wheeled in a light source, a large cake, shaped into a pile of metal head corpses, their skull gems glowing, with a miniature figurine of Jak standing atop it. The gathered party looked at Jak expectantly, as Torn handed him a new blue mod. Jak knew what to do. He fitted it to his morph gun and charged it up before releasing a massive wave of light from the muzzle that extinguished all the skull gems on the cake.

The Ottsel's lights came back on to the sound of three very disorganised cheers. Daxter's final one lasted a good while longer than anyone else's but upon finishing, the top of the cake exploded open, as a figure leapt out of it into Jak's arms. Before he knew what was happening or even who it was, he was knocked to the floor, the figure straddled across him. As his sight realigned itself, he took note of a head of blue-green hair and the features of the girl he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. As if on cue, Dax jumped down from the bar.

"Do you two want to take this somewhere else?" he asked, rather more politely than expected.

"You're one to talk," muttered Pecker. "The way you and Tess have been acting makes me want to puke."

Daxter responded immediately, forgetting the position Jak and Keira were in. "What was that, feather breath?"

The pair continued to argue, going through the usual flurry of insults to the point where everyone returned to their drinks. Keira stood up, pulling Jak up with her and kissing him on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, Jak," she said quietly. "I'll have more of what just happened when we get back home," she added, whispering into one of his extremely large ears. Jak couldn't help but let a grin spread across his face, which was enough to let everyone in the room know what had just been said.

The door slid open again as two wastelanders entered the bar, their backs to a massive explosion that silhouetted their bodies against it. The world moved in slow motion until the door closed behind them. The bar sat staring at the pair in silence, jaws on the floor.

"What?" Sig asked, genuinely confused at the attention. "Cool guys don't look at explosions," he explained. The patrons responded with a communal "Ooooh," of understanding and returned to their drinks and conversations. Sig cleared his throat though, silencing the room once more.

"I give you, King Damas of Spargus!" he boomed.

Silence.

That was the sound that met the ears of all who were present. A few whispers bounced around the room.

"Who's Damas?"

"What's a Spargus?"

"I like eggs…"

Sig grumbled at his forgetfulness. Most of these kids were too young to remember when Praxis booted Damas out of the city and took over. The two men approached their friends, chased by even more whispers of relative confusion.

"Hey," Jak welcomed them, giving Sig the manliest hug ever to grace the world and bowing lightly to Damas.

"Happy birthday, Chilli Pepper," Sig pulled out a small box from underneath his armour. "Got you a little something."

Jak looked at the box, then to Sig, then back to the pink box, then back to Sig, and finally back to the pink box with a yellow ribbon.

"Uhh… thanks Sig."

"Open it, you dumb kid!"

Jak jumped in shock at Sig's sudden rise in volume and obliged the man immediately. The ribbon fell away easily and Jak took the top of the box off, peering inside.

"Keira, you're going to love this!" he called out to his girlfriend. She turned around and looked inside the box herself.

"Ooooh,"

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Thanks, Sig,"

"My pleasure, Chilli."

"Actually, I think it'll be my pleasure," Keira chuckled.

Damas shifted uncomfortably; he really didn't want to be hearing about his son's sex life. Without another word, he pulled out a long box of his own from apparently nowhere, handing it to Jak.

"I hope you like it,"

Jak ripped the wrapping paper from around it and slid the item from the box. Dax appeared on his shoulder having quite clearly gotten bored of insulting Pecker.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed rather uncharacteristically. "That's a Nimbus 2000!"

"Dax, I think you've had too much to drink," Jak replied without looking at his friend. Instead, he examined the gunstaff in front of him. "Thanks, Damas, I appreciate it…"

"Are you sure?" the king asked his son.

"Well… I have my morph gun, don't I? I don't think I'll need this unless I disappear from this place to a far away land… and I don't see that happening!" Jak finished, laughing.

"Yeah," Daxter cut in again. "We ain't lettin' NOBODY take over OUR lives, right Jak?"

"Exactly," the warrior smiled.

Someone tapped Jak on the shoulder, handing him a small, thin case. On the front was a picture of him, Daxter and several other things he didn't understand. Inside was a small disc shaped object and a book full of strange markings. The pictures, however, made sense to Jak. With horror, he dropped the case to the floor and turned to stare directly at the camera.

"Do I HAVE to go and do that?"