Um, Soldier Down? - [I don't own any Jak characters]. This is dedicated to my boyfriend because he helped me so much when I had to destroy the Eco Wells in Jak II.. :) not to mention, I'll never forget our commentary when playing.'Rawr, I'm a tiger' ;) I love you, Brandon!

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"Jak!" Vin's electronic carrier clashed to the ground: by his own demands, of course, "We still have trouble at the Strip Mine. I think the Baron set me up!" The older male was jumbling his words, obviously quite perturbed (a poet & i didn't even kno it). "Actually, uh," he began typing vigorously on certain buttons, "I think everybody's tryin' to kill me!" The vigorous typing became worse as Vin looked back at the demolition duo.

"What are you talking about?" Jak asked, dumbfounded with Vin's propaganda.

Vin finally calmed down, "Those Eco Wells the Baron had us drill, it seems that he never intended to pipe them into the city grid." Vin turned around and waved his arms obnoxiously, "It doesn't make any sense!" It seems as if the arm activity was more vigorous than his typing, for he was panting like a dog. Perhaps, it was the stress. Unfortunately, Vin is always stressed.

The white-haired scientist whipped around, crouching behind his desk of button variety, "Y'know, open Eco Wells will attract more Metalheads!" With his new realization, Vin threw his hands on the top of his head. Vin ran over to Daxter and shook him, "You gotta close 'em off!"

Jak rose his pointer finger to speak, but Vin dashed off once more.

"Now, these plasmite bombs should do the trick," Vin carried over a crate that contained, what it seemed to be, bombs. There seemed to be six of them in the crate, exactly. Well, despite how many there really were, it seemed heavy by the way Vin was carrying it: even for six small bombs.

The man carrying the crate tossed it to Jak like it was nothing. Jak, by the immediate crouch and twisted facial expression, visibly thought different. I mean, he couldn't even stay in one spot when holding the damn thing. Vin went on with the instructions, although Jak was still trying to find a way to carry the hefty crate. "Drop one into each well, heh, and the blast will do the rest," Vin smirked.

Jak and Daxter both listened to Vin's directions attentively, by surprise.

'Ah, shit, it's slipping,' Jak thought to himself as the crate slowly slid out of his grasp. Daxter looked up just in time to see Jak lift the crate, quite randomly, in order to remain his hold. The taller of the heroes watched as one of the bombs managed to roll out of the tub of six (yes, there are, in fact, six).

Daxter caught it, but then remembered it was a bomb and threw it into the air. Well, it didn't go off in his hands so he might as well just catch it.

"Hey, be careful with that!" Vin cried out nervously to the two. Daxter was holding the plasmite bomb with his right hand, but then threw it carelessly to his left hand, "Plasmite, huh? Cool!" Daxter shook it, "How does it work?" Daxter and Vin were shootin' the breeze while Jak waddled around with the crate. When that one bomb left the crate, it became unbalanced. The blonde had his knees together and his eyes crossed as if saying: 'I'm gonna fuckin' drop this!'

Suddenly, the bomb in Daxter's hands exploited its shell, showing a red beeping light. Great, leave it to Daxter to activate a bomb inside the Power Station, "Wah!" Daxter yelled, his eyes widened, "I believe this is yours!" Daxter pointed to the plasmite bomb and then tossed it to Vin.

"Ey, not my problem anymore, uh," Vin tossed it back non-hesitantly.

"No, I insist!" Daxter returned the bomb to Vin.

"Uh, eh, uh, you're the hero," The scientist bounced it around in his hands in panic before throwing it back to the ottsel.

Meanwhile, Jak was holding the crate still: his current stature resembling a crab.

"No! Jak's the hero," Daxter, with no thinking necessary, lobbed the bomb back into the crate of others. Daxter grinned as he knew that wasn't the smartest idea.

All the bombs activated: beeping at their own rhythm. "Oops," Daxter said as Jak tried to hold back a scream of annoyance. He did, for this wasn't the moment or time. "Sorry, my bad," the ottsel looked up at Jak, while Jak looked down with a glare.

"Great!" Vin threw his hands up in disbelief, "Now you armed the whole lot!" He whipped back and then turned back around, "Don't move! ... On second thought, move!" Vin held the sides of his face in panic, "Far away!"

The silver-haired, Underground member gestured to the warp gate inside the station, "Go through the portal and drop one bomb into each Eco Well before they all go off!" Jak already started to run towards the gate. "You only have two minutes!"

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The Eco Wells weren't hidden at all: they stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jak knew his own feet wouldn't carry him fast enough to dispose of the bombs, so he quickly jumped onto his jet-board: Daxter on his shoulder as usual.

The first four were relatively easy, for they were either on the ground or supported by a ledge. The last two were quite tricky, but there was no giving up now: especially, with bombs counting down in your hands.

Jak and his furry friend, but mostly Jak, rode up a hill consisting of a needled bar, a side-winding saw, and a drill. Behind the obstacles was an Eco Well, which he got over to while holding his breath.

1:00.

"Only a minute before we're toast Jak!" Daxter yelled from his shoulder. Now, Jak wasn't the kind to freak out at the last minute: that would only screw him up. So, he chose to ignore Daxter's comment.

The jet-boarder did a rail-grind up the structure that supported the mine carriers, made a right turn, and continued to grind until he reached the end. The last Eco Well stood there and was lookin' all high and mighty. It almost begged for Jak to take it down.

00:37.

Jak went up the jump and flung the bomb into the last Eco Well, making it explode a long with the others.

Of course there was going to be an explosion, so Jak quickly whipped around, but then noticed he didn't turn around ... only his board did.

There was an indescribable feeling in his knee: what the hell was wrong? He watched as his view slowly seemed to be turning sideways. Yup, he was falling. While Jak was traveling towards the ground, he got a hold of his knee with his hand, but to only feel his kneecap on the entire left side of his knee. Jak's eyes shut as he hit the ground, the kneecap forcefully jammed back into the center of the knee due to the fall.

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Meanwhile ...

"Hiya!" Daxter posed, "Wahhh!" Daxter was thrown back from the explosion: passed out cold.

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The explosion's volume died down to silence: how the Strip Mine was in the beginning.

Jak remained on the ground, in pain, but nothing he couldn't handle. The injured one groaned as he somewhat crunched into a ball, holding his left knee; his forehead rested against the dirt of the ground.

The ottsel regained his consciousness and looked over at his buddy, "Um, Jak," he scurried over to the one on the ground, "Uh, you okay, buddy?" He leaned down to see peek at Jak's face when all of a sudden ...

"Fuck!" Jak yelled at the top of his lungs, still holding his knee. It wasn't the pain, but the fact that he could feel his kneecap in the wrong place. Actually, yeah, the pain was the majority.

Now, Daxter may be his friend in all, but there wasn't much he could do at this point: him being an ottsel n' all. At one point he could, but that was when he had two feet and two hands, not to mention, was relatively close to Jak's size.

"Jak!" Daxter covered his mouth, "What ... was ... that ... about?!" The ottsel held out his arms as he yelled to his friend, "What's wrong with you?" Daxter said leaning on Jak's shoulder. Jak rolled slightly over to his side, breathing heavily: it fuckin' hurt!

Don't cry, Jak. Do not cry.

Jak wasn't a pansy and he wasn't about to cry in front of his friend. Sure, Jak felt them welt up in his eyes, but that was just his body's reflexes. "Ah," Jak scrunched his eyes as he let go of is knee; it now visible to the ottsel.

"Woah! What happened to your knee!?" Daxter's eyes widened as he examined Jak's knee.

"I, don't, ... know," Jak said, trying to move it. The pain was throbbing right now: in and out of his knee. Sweat formed at the top of his forehead and he knew it too; his whole body was hot right now. Still heaving air into his body, Jak propped up on his elbows as he looked down at his knee. It was more painful seeing and feeling the knee at the same time.

"God," Jak closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto the ground.

Daxter looked around him, "What can I do? Uh, get help, uh, how?" The furball was talking to himself as he paced beside his friend. Then, he dropped next to Jak, holding his shoulder, "Now, I want you to breathe," he smiled sympathetically. Injured knee and labor ... yeah, I suppose it's the same thing. Not.

Jak rose an eyebrow, but did as he was told. His breathing was a little shaky, but that was just excess adrenaline from destroying the wells before.

"Eh," Daxter trotted over to Jak's knee, "... Can you move it?" He asked, looking down to his friend's face as if it were a normal question.

"I think so," Jak propped himself up again and tried to move his knee: thankfully, he could move it, "Yeah, I can," he looked down to Daxter. "Alright, well that's a good start, uh, I guess," he smiled, pretending to know what he was doing.

"Okay!" Daxter said loudly enough to bring Jak's eyes to his own, "Can you straighten it?"

It wasn't necessarily fast, but Jak extended his leg as far as it could go. Not that far at all.

"Oy, that's not good," Daxter said bluntly.

"Thank goodness you blew up those wells. I sure don't want anymore Metalheads comin' around here. Good work guys! I owe you one!" Jak's communicator sounded with Vin on the other end.

"Hey! Vin! We gotta problem here!" Daxter yelled to the communicator as it floated above Jak's body. Vin couldn't hear Daxter, it was a one-way call.

This was made apparent when Daxter said, 'I'm sorry, but we led Metalheads into the city', and Vin said nothing in return, but kept thanking the two. The communicator flew back to Jak's pocket and silenced.

"I have an idea," Jak said, looking over at Daxter. "Call Torn," he demanded, "See if he can send someone, anyone, over," Jak said, still holding his knee. This sucked, it really did.

"Heheh, good idea, ... I was just about to say that," Daxter said as he leaned over Jak's knee, trying not to touch it. The communicator was on Jak's left side, while Daxter was on Jak's right.

Jak's peace of mind was interrupted when his knee was in even more pain: Daxter fell on it when reaching for his communicator.

"Ahhhhhh!" Jak was forced to sit up he was in so much pain. His voice shook the Strip Mine.

Daxter knew Jak wouldn't like what just happened so he took a couple steps backwards, "My bad, Jak!"

"God dammit!" Jak pulled his blue tunic up to his mouth and bit into it, ... then screamed.

Daxter just watched.

I guess Jak didn't want to lay on the ground anymore, because he got up and actually managed to. Even though it seemed like a pretty bad situation, he began to walk on it. It didn't hurt as much as it did before, but it did seem to stiffen up.

"Eh, Jak, where are you going?" Daxter asked, staying in his current spot.

"I'm leaving!" Jak snapped back as he swung his arm 'good-bye', but puberty must of bit him in the ass because his voice croaked. That usually happened when he's worn out.

Daxter followed close behind as Jak sat down and slid down a ledge: the warp gate was right in front of them.

Nothing could ever be easy because a small scorpion Metalhead emerged from the sand and was heading straight for Jak.

"Stupid, fuckin' -" Jak kicked the Metalhead with his right leg, but then remembered he had no left leg to stand on: causing him to stumble back. He caught his balance by flailing his arms and continued limping towards the portal.

Not to be mean, but watching Jak was kind of funny. No, I lied. It was pretty much Priceless.

When Jak got to the portal, his last step brought his left knee up and it hit the border of the portal, making him bend over. The injured hero didn't say a word, not a single word.

Daxter then remembered that he never got the chance to call Torn, which would of been much easier. Well, it's not like Jak would let Daxter near him after the last incident anyway.

Jak took a deep breath and stood up straight. He turned around and sat on the edge of the portal, leaned back, and disappeared into the portal. Daxter assumed he did that because his knee wouldn't allow him to jump through: which was correct.

Daxter sighed and then jumped in after him.

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Vin was working on something in the station, but turned around with a grin when he heard the warp gate begin to activate.

Jak popped out backwards and hovered in the air before falling on his ass. He was not having a good day. Jak simply laid back where he was sitting with his arms sprawled above his head and his legs bent and slightly apart. This wasn't a good idea either, for Daxter shot out and hit Jak directly in between the legs.

Daxter rolled back twice and then cleared his vision to see what happened.

'Where did I hit Jak?' Daxter thought to himself.

Jak cringed and curled up in a ball, once again, and fell to the side.

'Oh,' That answered Daxter's question.

"You guys are finally back! It's about time," Vin bent over, his hands on his knees, as he was about to talk to Jak. Jak was near crying, so Vin looked over to Daxter instead.

"Yeah, I guess you could say we got a little distracted," he strayed his eyes over to Jak.

"What's the deal?" He looked down at Jak who remained in his spot on the floor.

Daxter walked past Jak and jumped up on Vin's shoulder, "Jet-board incident," he whispered slightly.

"Oh, no! Holy gee wiz, I gotta call Torn!" Vin ran over to his button display, panicked once again.

Vin's speed knocked Daxter off his shoulder, where he landed uncomfortably on the cold ground. "What's YOUR deal?" Daxter asked, while brushing his furry chest off.

"Jak can't be hurt! Oh, no, no, no! You see, if he's hurt, then we are all doomed!" He yelled in Daxter's face, and then returned to pressing buttons.

"He's fiiiiine! He'll be up in no time, right Jak?" No reply. "I said, RIGHT JAK?" Daxter turned around to see Jak still laying on the floor, with his hand laid over his eyes.

"What is it?" A voice echoed within' the whole entire station room.

"Yeah, we've got a bit of a problem, you see," Vin stuttered to Torn over the communicator, "Jak's hurt and he's not getting up!" Vin yelled.

"Is he awake?" Torn asked bluntly.

Vin turned around to look at Daxter, while Daxter turned to Jak.

Silence.

Daxter than smacked Jak on the forehead, causing Jak to rip his hand away from his eyes and raise a fist at his friend.

"Yeah, he's awake," Vin told Torn, still shaky.

"Good, can he walk?"

"Eh, yeah," Daxter said, arms crossed.

"Kay, well, I'll see what I can do," Torn said before the comm. went blank.

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It had been ten minutes and Jak had managed to stand up and hold the railing to keep his balance. He could walk, but it wasn't normal: there was a hop to his step.

"Okay, so I've managed to place a cruiser outside the Power Station. It's disguised as a Hellcat Cruiser. You have to drive it back to the HQ yourself ... your welcome," Torn's voice silenced. Boy, he seemed to never be in a good mood.

Jak was already on his way out the automatic doors when Vin called to him, "Good luck on your way there, a-a-and get well soon," he said with a small wave.

Jak rolled his eyes and gimped his way outside to see the cruiser right away.

"C'mon, Dax," Jak said as he got in slowly. Driving shouldn't be an issue because Jak drove with his right foot anyway. Daxter hopped in and settled on his shoulder as they made their way back to the Underground.

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The Underground door slid open, making Torn look up from his papers. Jak limped in, leaning on the bunk bed railings for balance.

"Hmph, it seems that you aren't as invincible as you claim to be," Torn smirked as he walked over to Jak, his hand underneath his chin as if observing him.

Daxter couldn't take it, "Yeah, well if you were anywhere as near as invincible as Jak you would be out there fightin' on your own!"

Torn picked Daxter up and looked him in the eyes, "If you know what's best for you, rat, I'd .. stop .. talking," with that, Torn dropped him.

"So," Torn put his hands on his hips as he looked at Jak, "What did you do?"

"I'm not sure," Jak looked down at his knee, "All I know is that I popped my kneecap out of place, but I'm pretty sure that it went back in," he looked up at Torn.

"Nah, it doesn't quite happen like that," the red-head chuckled, "If your kneecap 'popped out of place' then there's no way it's 'back in'," he shook his head.

"I'm fine now," Jak narrowed his eyes.

"No, you ... aren't," Torn shot back at him, " ... and if you aren't, then the whole city isn't. Get up on the bed, I'll take a look at it myself," Torn kept his look at Jak while he was walking to the bed that he wanted Jak to lay down on.

Jak hesitated, but then walked over and sat on the bed.

"Lay down," Torn demanded as he turned on the wall lamp that was slightly above them.

Jak sighed and laid down, looking away.

"Roll your pant leg up," he said without even looking at Jak. Torn was currently pulling a chair up besides the bed so he could sit down.

Jak sat up and started to roll up his pant leg, until he realized that he couldn't: it hurt to bad to roll the pant leg up past the knee. "I can't," Jak said, still trying.

"As much as I don't want to say this," Torn sighed, "Take your pants off."

Jak blinked as he went back to trying to pull the pant leg past his knee.

"Do you want me to help you or not?!" Torn yelled at the other.

It was quiet until a belt buckle clicked open: it dangling while it was being taken off. The blonde looked away with his nose flared: this was worse than his knee.

Torn didn't watch: he didn't exactly favor this situation either.

Jak threw his pants to the ground to reveal black boxer-briefs with a grey waistband. He scooted his back against the head railing of the bed and crossed his arms, his legs straight out in front of him.

Torn looked down immediately at his knee to see it swollen, "Shit, Jak," The ex-Krimzon guard announced, walking over to it.

Jak sighed, knowing it was bad. "Yeah, shit," the blonde said, while chuckling slightly.

"You fall?" Torn asked, placing a hand on it and looking back at Jak to see if it hurt him or not.

"Look'it Mr. 'I Care Now'," Daxter yelled to Torn from the ground.

Torn and Jak looked down at Daxter, who received more attention than he bargained for. "Haven needs all the help it can get. At this moment, Jak is one of my men that I can count on; unlike many others," he spoke to Daxter.

"-Your man?!" Daxter chuckled, "I shoulda saw THAT one comin'," Daxter stopped laughing and cowered under a bed when Torn raised his fist, "Filthy rat!"

Daxter didn't say another word.

Jak sat up fast and hissed air through his teeth, "What are you doing?!" He asked Torn, who was currently pressing down on his knee.

"I'm seeing if you tore anything," he responded, continuing.

"It fuckin' hurts!" Jak looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, and then looked back down.

"Obviously," Torn didn't even look at Jak. "Tell me if this hurts," he said, finally looking at Jak.

"Yes, that hurts!" Jak yelled back.

"How 'bout this," Torn pressed on the outer side of his leg.

"No, that's fine," Jak watched Torn as he pressed in different areas.

Then he pressed on the inner area.

"Now, THAT hurts," Jak said while ripping his leg away from Torn's hand.

"Hm, I'm pretty sure you may have some tissue damage," Torn said bluntly, as if he didn't give a care about Jak individually. "And by looking at your knee, I'd say you dislocated your patella without a doubt," he crossed his arms.

'-His what?!" Daxter asked.

"His kneecap, you idiot!" Torn turned to the ottsel and banged his fist on the bunk railing, causing Daxter to shut up once again.

"What does that mean?" Jak asked, reaching for his pants.

Torn uncrossed his arms, "It means that you fucked up when you were on your last mission and might be bedridden for some time until it heals," Torn smirked, "Unless you're still up to completing your tasks."

Jak dropped both legs off the edge of the bed, only to wince when trying to walk on his injured leg, "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said sarcastically.

Torn growled under his breath, "Welcome home," he didn't sound happy at all, "Get better, that's an order," he walked over to his table: very peeved at his new roommate.

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I swear, this is the most random thing ever! It's stupid! :( I knoww. It's just that I dislocated my patella too ;) and I'm currently on home hospital until I have surgery (which is soon) & i am SCARED. It's suppose to be funny..but i don't know if I did a good job at that ...

Let me kno if i should continue, please. :)

Oh & btw..if you post a review for my stories ( 'Um, Soldier Down?' & 'With the Weight of the World On Our Shoulders' ) then I'll most definitely read your story & leave you one..if i haven't already. I've been reading fanfics like crazy on here lol. Well..yup. Let me knooooo.