Jak + Daxter
Sleepless Nights
Daxter awoke to the sound of Jak moaning in his sleep as if he was in pain. Considering he was tortured for two whole years, it would be a shock if he DIDN'T have nightmares. "P-Please... I'll do anything you want! Just...", Jak mumbled as he tossed around his bunker in The Underground. Daxter was relieved he had demanded the top bunk so Jak wouldn't fall far from such nightmares. Daxter the Ottsell moved closer to his childhood friend, placing a paw on Jak's cheek. "It's okay now, Jak. They can't hurt you anymore." Daxter jolted back as Jak screamed in rage and pain.
As if he were still being tortured.
"The fuck?! Can't you shut that clown up, you rat?! The Crimson Guard'll be pounding my door at any minute!", Torn said as he came up front to where the guest bunkers were. Daxter glared daggers at the Underground member. "You should be the one shutting THE HELL up! You have absolutely NO idea what my Jakky has been through! Instead of flappin' your lips like a Yakkow, I suggest you do something useful like getting me a cold wash cloth." Torn grumbled, but did as he was told and walked away.
Daxter looked back at Jak and placed a paw on his friend's forehead. He didn't have time for Torn's bullshit. Jak was running a fever and if it wasn't lowered soon, Jak could transform into Dark-Jak...
...with all three of them trapped inside The Underground...
"It's okay, Jak. I'm here. I won't let those bastards hurt you ever again.", Daxter said as he lay down on Jak's chest. He was so angry that they made Jak beg. They had made his best friend beg not to be tortured. Daxter ground his teeth. He only hoped Jak did the Baron in first.
The Baron would be the one begging if Daxter got a hold of him...
"D-Dax...?", Jak moaned as he woke up. "Jak, you alright?", the Ottsell asked as he snatched the cloth that Torn brought back. Torn grumbled and went to his desk away from them, but not completely out of earshot, either. Jak tried to sit up, but Daxter shoved him back down. "Dax! What're you doing?!", Jak demanded as Daxter placed the cold washcloth on Jak's forehead. "Oh, be quiet. Stay silent and your fever will go down...and quit moving around." "Yes MOM.", Jak mumbled, but stopped sulking as Daxter curled up next to him. "Wake me when you need the cloth changed." Torn was about to speak up that it was HE who had gotten the cloth, but stopped, as he was still an evesdropper. The Ottsell could've gotten the washcloth himself, but he wanted Torn away from Jak...it was interesting to say the least.
Soon, Daxter was snoring. Jak giggled softly as he pat Daxter's side. "You should be greatful to the little rat. He spent all night taking care of you.", Torn spoke up, startling Jak. The sick man was about to feel embarrassed about his girly giggling, but Torn was headed to his room. "See you in the morning."
Jak, left alone with Daxter, looked down at his friend. "Always... Protect...you Jak...", Daxter mumbled. Jak smiled. Through his nightmares, he had heard Daxter's voice. A light in the fog. It was the same as when Daxter rescued Jak from the Baron's prison. Jak tied the washcloth around his forehead and turned on his side. Jak smiled as he buried his face in Ottsell-orange fur. That night, he dreamt of himself on a treasure hunt with Daxter. It was peaceful. No guns. No violence...and no worries.
Just smiles and laughter.
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