2010 Update: This fic has been discontinued because it strays too far from canon [it was written before the latter Jak games came out and revealed his ancestry]. This is the sequel to "Cilley." If you haven't read that one, this one will make little to no sense. It has also been edited to fix punctuation issues.

This fic takes place between the end of game 2 and the beginning of game 3. Enjoy!

The sun beat down on the crowd, thousands of slummers and upper towners standing shoulder-to-shoulder. This was the one day a year they dared mix- albeit with caution. They clogged the streets and hung out building windows, screaming and waving colored flags. Posters of the ten lauded racers were everywhere, each man grinning and wearing his own color. The biggest banner, stretched above the starting line, read, 'Annual Men's 200 Standard Ring Challenge.'

"Oh man!" Daxter gripped Jak's shoulder tightly. "This is it!"

Jak leaned forward in the zoomer seat, grinning. "Look at all those blue flags!"

"How come we're never in the first row?"

"I dunno, Dax," Jak said. "But they could put us dead last and we'd still beat their asses."

"All right!" Daxter waved to Tess and Kiera. Tess had sewn an orange stripe through her blue flag.

"All racers begin at the gunshot." Torn adjusted the megaphone's volume. "All participants must hit every accelerator ring, or he's out. And don't even try any of those 'offensive maneuvers.' I'm watching you." He held his gun up in the air. "Now get outta here!"

BANG!

The crowd roared. Jak and the other nine racers exploded down the street, massive clouds of dust rising in their wake. "Hey! Watch it!" The racers bunched together, hugging the turns. The zoomer was bashed from side to side. Jak grit his teeth and forced his way to the front. "First accelerator ring, yeah!" shouted Daxter. The zoomer whined and shot ahead of the rest. A buzzer sounded from behind them; someone had missed the ring. Everyone holding a yellow flag groaned.

"Where's the next one?" screamed Jak. Closing in fast was a fork in the streets.

Daxter tapped the electronic map. "The ring hasn't showed up ye- right! Go right!"

Jak threw his body into the turn, nearly crashing them into a building. "Whoa!" The next accelerator ring was much closer than he had thought. The zoomer shuddered.

"Up! Go up!" Daxter grabbed Jak's ears. The island in the middle of the street was dangerously close. "Aaahhh! Jak! Up!"

Jak grunted and yanked on the handles. The zoomer shot straight up, grazed the top of the island, and hit another accelerator ring.

Unfortunately, the zoomer was still going up when it hit it.

"AAHHH! Jak! Down!"

"Where?!"

Daxter strained his neck against the zoomer's skyward momentum and glanced at the map. "Right! But watch out for the fountains!" With dismay, he watched them fall from first place to forth.

Jak squeezed the handles and pushed. The zoomer hovered for a split second, then spun into a nose dive. Daxter shrieked and Jak leaned right. They missed the concrete fountain but flew through the spray. Jak rubbed his eyes hastily and looked ahead. "I take it we go left?"

"Um." Daxter shivered as the fast air whipped through his wet fur. "Yeah!"

"What's that noise?"

A sputtering zoomer inched up behind them. "No way!" said Jak. He strained forward. "C'mon, zoomer!"

They hit the next ring and took a sharp left. The man behind them slammed into the wall.

"Ouch." Jak grinned. "Whoa!" He swerved to the right as a group of red flag waving fans illegally swarmed the race track. "Get out of the friggin' way!"

Their angry shouts were lost around the next bend. "How're we doing on time, Dax?"

The ottsel glanced at the clock. "Surprisingly good, seein' as how we flew a million standards into the air!"

"Oh, it wasn't a million." Jak tore his eyes away from the streets to check on the other racers' status. "Hey! We're second!"

"Right!" Daxter tugged Jak's ears to the right, screaming hysterically. Jak winced. They scraped through the next accelerator ring, barely hitting its edge. "Would you keep your eyes on the road?!"

Jak grinned and leaned forward so far his nose almost touched his white knuckles. "Crouch down, Dax! Air resistance!"

"Aaaaa!" The increased speed made it difficult to breathe, let alone move. "It's ripping my fur off!" Daxter squeezed his eyes shut and dug his nails into Jak's shoulders. "Right!"

Jak grimaced at the pain in his back and leaned right. "I see him!" The first place zoomer was so close.

"There's only one ring left!"

"C'mon! C'mon!" Jak kicked the sides of the zoomer. "Dax! Get down!"

"Yeearrrrgghhhh!" Daxter bent his arms, forcing the muscles to contract. "Can't...!"

"C'mon!"

Daxter's biceps twitched and suddenly his face slammed into Jak's back. "Ow."

The zoomer, having lost the majority of its furry surface area, shot forward again. "Ha ha!" Jak screamed.

Daxter shut his eyes and held on for dear life. The zoomer shattered the last ring. Daxter opened one eye just in time to see the black and white checkered ground scream by.

"YEAH!" Jak slammed on the reverse and Daxter was nearly flung off as the zoomer spun wildly. "We did it, Dax! We did it!" He threw his arms up and screamed.

"Aaaaaannnnnd the winner of the Annual Men's 200 Standard Ring Challenge, shattering the old record by nearly thirty seconds, is Jak!"

"Hey! What about me?!" Daxter's retort was lost as the crowd erupted. Several hundred people swarmed into the streets. Krimzon Guards tried to push them back, but they enveloped the first place winner.

"Woo yeah! Yeah!"